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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Mar 11, 2013 17:55:33 GMT -5
Flanna was not feeling well. She was nine months gone, now, yes, but she had not yet felt this bad. Was this a sign? Did this mean that it was time for her to push this child out into the world, to be seen by its parents finally? She was so swollen, she thought, that perhaps she might burst if the child did not leave her soon. It was nearing sunset, and Flanna could feel the sting of pain stirring within her. Yes. It was time indeed. She knew Kili was somewhere about the property but could not tell where. She called out for him once, voice not strong but not weak either.
"Kili? Kili? Are you here?" But she did not hear a reply. He must not be inside. With a grunt of effort and mixed pain, she threw the blankets off of herself, set down the book she'd been reading, and got up to find her husband. She wandered the halls for a bit, looking in each room to see where on Earth he could be. And yet nowhere she found him; apparently he was outside. Och, but it was getting dark... If he had gone to town, Kili should be home by now. He knew how close she was.
No matter. She started toward the door when lo and behold, she was mauled by a particularly cheerful animal, who had grown bigger than she thought he would. "Croi!" she yelled, pushing him down. "Not now, Croi. Not now. Go find Kili." She was surprised to see the dog wag its tail and then run off toward the back door. She knew that Croi understood Kili's name but had not thought that he would understand or even heed her request. Ah. Good dog, though. Flanna smiled and returned to her bed, where she'd wait for Kili. She knew that he would have a problem with her being up, what with the time whittling away until this child decided it wanted free. This in mind, Flanna hurried to get herself once more under a blanket, where Kili would not complain about her being.
As she reached the bed, a sharp pain shot through Flanna's stomach. She doubled over, as much as she could, and collapsed on the bed. After straightening herself, she heard footsteps in the hall, and called out in hopes of dulling the pain. "Kili!" She called to him, her pain beginning to edge. This would be no easy experience.
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Post by Kili on Mar 12, 2013 1:23:34 GMT -5
(((OOC: I am so sorry this didn't get thrown up earlier, our internet went down for the vast majority of the day and this was the soonest I could post ;_;)))
Kili had kept to his word, not once had he left his lover, his wife, his world, he had remained close to home, leaving to do only minimal tasks, adding baubles and trinkets to her home, obtaining vital things like groceries, supplies, wood for the fire. The very longest he departed from her was a few scarce hours. Towards the end of her pregnancy, he allowed her to do near nothing, he carried her from room to room, brought her meals, rubbed her feet, her belly her back, anywhere and everywhere she was sore. The babe was close, horribly close to arriving and Kili could not be more excited... he would teach the child to call Thorin grandpa if it killed him. The mere thought of such an accident occurring made him almost chuckle with glee, he settled for a wide grin attempting to imagine his uncles shock... of course knowing Thorin, he would take great pride in the title, if not from the child itself, from knowing that Kili saw him as much, much more than just a king.
He sighed, setting the thick iron hammer down and wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He inhaled sharply and leaned upon the handle and he took a short break. A large batch of arrows he had already forged to perfection, lay cooling on a separate rack, but one could never have enough arrows, especially when you were as deadly with them as Kili was. Heaven help the man that dare attack his family. He would come at them with every battle tactic he knew and while his knowledge may not have been as vast or as experienced as Thorin's, Kili was one hell of a warrior when pissed and if anyone so much as lay a finger upon her they would know pain and death. He swore his oath upon it.
He lifted the hammer and brought it upon the weeping steel the heavy clang reverberating through the air as sparks flew from each strike. Rapid, fast barks, forced him to pause, his eyes seeking the familiar, now fully grown dog as it barreled towards him. Croi never came outside when he forged anything, the sharp metallic noise pierced her ears and made her whimper, but she did not cease. She grabbed his pant leg tugging relentlessly and the arrow was swiftly abandoned.
"Croi what's-" That's all he got out before the dog rocketed back towards the house. His heart fell to his knees and he felt them buckle. Flanna, the baby, Flanna. Hammer in hand, Kili sprinted as he had never ran before, practically tearing the door from its hinges as he almost caught Croi. His thunderous voice had torn her name from his larynx, desperate and afraid, he could have cried when Flanna's voice reached his own ears, but it was laced with pain and all too fast his heart was beating like a war drum.
"Flanna! What is wrong my heart?" He was at her side in an instant, hammer falling uselessly to the floor. "The babe is it the babe?"
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Mar 12, 2013 18:55:30 GMT -5
Kili was such a good man. She had not even to ask him, but he stayed at her side for the rest of her pregnancy, ever since he had returned home with that nasty little mark on his thigh. It had since healed, and the stiches been most carefully removed--by Flanna, because she had felt rather useless being so big. She at least wanted to do something for her husband, being the lazy thing she had been recently. And her sickness had gone away, too, so she had been lately sitting in bed and reading. Flanna couldn't even bring herself to write now; she was a bit too exhausted to work the muscles of her mind and hand; when she was done having the child and better, she would certainly write poems to it as well. Anything she could do, she did. But there was so very little that her head and body would allow, not to mention the restless child inside of her--definitely Kili's--that was kicking her at all hours, regardless of whether or not she was asleep of eating or anything.
But yes. Her husband was a wonderful, incredible man. He did everything she needed and doubly redoubled it. There was nothng that he would not do for her, and she was blessed constantly with his presence. Oh, how she loved him! He brought her gifts, he cared for her body and its constant aches, he made things for the baby. And for all his work, what reward did he get? All that she could offer him were her kisses and words of thanks. And occasional promises of time they would spend when she was no more with child, but those were fleeting because she knew how it must hurt him to be unable to lay with her; it certainly disappointed her.
She heard a din outside her room. The clatter of feet, the sound of dogs at unrest. And before she could think about it, Flanna found that Croi was bounding in the bedroom. She stopped with a wagging tail at the foot of the bed, paws resting on the blanket. Flanna managed to find a smile for the dog, but her pain was growing by the minute. She'd just managed to get herself situated on the sheets when she heard the quick, heavy footsteps of her husband outside in the hall. With a heavy breath, she tried to concentrate on him and not on the pain.
His voice had never been so welcome. Kili bounded also into the room, and she was not intent on hiding either the pain she felt or the relief that was clear on her face now that he was here. "Kili... thank God." She was almost writhing in bouts of pain, and could feel her body preparing to deliver this child into the world. "Yes," she managed. "It's coming." She supposed there was little time to go fetch a midwife, so perhaps Kili and Flanna were bound to take on this task without one. She reached for his hand. "Kili..." she whimpered, not even trying to put on a brave face.
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Post by Kili on Mar 12, 2013 21:24:38 GMT -5
He knew the child that grew inside of Flanna's belly made her weak, made her tired. He insisted on doing everything he possibly could for her. It was his fault her belly had swollen so large, and his fault that his own child grew so restless, he most assured by his blushing bride more often than not that the child was in fact his own. It seemed it possessed that same traveling spirit as he. While he could not wait for the babe to be born, he grow worried for Flanna. She seemed so tired, so weak, she had even ceased writing. He grew concerned that something may be wrong. The doctor and the midwife they had decided upon both told him different but Kili would not cease his fawning over his beloved and so treasured and close to him, she would remain. Whether she wished for his constant attention or not.
He missed her body, he always would. She was a piece of him, and he yearned to lay with her as he once had, but alas, her belly grew heavy with child and she could not preform such tasks, nor would he wish her too, and his excitement, his joyous thoughts at the notion of becoming a father far outweighed his desire for her. That child that was piece of him and a piece of her. It would be perfection. Beautiful, untainted perfection, and he could scarcely wait.
His wifes cries of agony and the pain laced within the depths of her eyes, was enough to bring his worry back in full force. The midwife, she was but a few homes away, he could be gone and return with her in a matter of minutes, and they needed her. Kili had no knowledge of such things and if something went wrong... color drained from his face as he helped her back up and onto the bed, shooing Croi out of the way for the time being. He would apologize to the creature later. The babe was coming. Flanna needed someone with knowledge.
"Flanna... my love, my heart, I need to fetch the midwife, the babe will not come for quite some time. You need help from someone who knows how to handle such things. I will be back in no time my love. Count to one hundred and I shall be back at your side." He did not give her a chance to respond. He knew she would request him to stay and never leave, but he needed her to be taken care of, he needed to make sure she lived through this and he could not do it himself.
He ran like he never ran before, fetching the woman who was sprinting with him without a word. He charged back into the house, heart cracking with every cry of agony that tore from his beloveds mouth. As promised he returned to her side, shooting the midwife a silencing glare before grasping her hand tightly and kneeling beside her on the floor. He whispered a thousand gentle reassurences too her, pausing only when the midwife spoke to Flanna. She would survive this. She could do this. She was strong.
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Mar 12, 2013 22:12:09 GMT -5
Flanna wanted to be brave, to be strong, for herself and for Kili and for the baby that was right now in her stomach, soon to be outside. She was afraid though. There were many women who died when they gave birth, she knew. She'd heard the wives' tales, heard of all the terrors that could go with pregnancy, but especially with birthing. Yes. She had made it this far. Her child was still alive inside her; she did not want to lose it after these nine months of raising it, and being with it every hour of every day, after all that it already meant to her and also to Kili. But she didn't want to die either. She did not want to leave this child without a mother. This was dangerous ground to tread, and she knew. But this was the risk she took.
And she knew. But she would be strong. She was terrified, weak... and she was no large human. In fact, she and Kili were perfect for eachother because she was very small for a human. But now she had a form growing within her, and she was scared that it would be too big for her tiny frame to handle. That was the scary part, that and the pain. But pain was something she'd felt before, and she could handle it as long as she had Kili committed to her side, holding her hand, telling her that he loved her more than anyone.
He pushed away the dog and she only heard half of his words. She nodded blankly, trying to focus on him, on what he was saying, on how handsome he was... But she was having trouble and it eventually registered in her mind that he was telling her he was leaving and... quite some time? Oh, no. But this pain could not endure so long! He left if but for a minute to go find someone that could actually help her, but och she wished he wouldn't. She was helpless, of course, to stop him, and the pains in her stomach were coming on stronger by the minute. She felt like she might burst, like perhaps she would just swell so big that the child would pop out, but she swallowed her pain and only when Kili left did she begin to whimper. The poor dog understood, and leapt gently onto the blankets, laying sweetly beside her dame. Flanna stroked Croi as gently as she could, trying to hold in her cries.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her husband was back at her side and the midwife had come to help. At least that made Flanna feel more secure, to know that someone who knew what she was doing was here to aid and encourage her. Oh, and he was at her side and her dog at the other, and he was telling her the sweetest things. Through her agony, through her calls of pain, Flanna turned her head to him, finding a smile only for him, and whispered, "Kili... I... love you." She was still scared that she would not survive to tell him that later. How long did she have to wait? Her eyes were pleading, just wanting the child to come. The midwife was saying something, was preparing Flanna for the work waiting, but she could feel nothing but the pain that was searing her body.
"How... long?" She could not hear the midwife's answer. "What?"
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Post by Kili on Mar 14, 2013 3:27:08 GMT -5
Kili knew little to nothing of child birthing. He knew things sometimes went awry, and he knew it was a painful, messy thing, but other than such his knowledge was limited, horribly so. Despite rearing the two sexes almost beside one another, Dwarven women kept to themselves about such affairs, rarely allowing a father too be anywhere near her birthing self... at least not if one wished to keep their genitals, and Kili was rather fond of his. A part of him wished to flee, women were horribly cruel under great deals of stress and pain and he had no desire to meet Flanna's rage as gentle as she could be, he wondered how violent she would become here, but as always he pushed his own fears aside, attending to her needs and awaiting her command.
Retrieving the midwife had been absolutely crucial, with Kili's utter lack of knowledge and the chance of something going wrong... he wished he had the time to go and fetch the doctor, but Flanna would surely kill him if he left her side for that long, he would leave only if this did not go so smoothly but he hoped and prayed with everything that he was that it would not come to such and so she continued to crush his hand and he continued whispering sweet nothings against the shell of her ear. Encouragement, love, affection, anything his scattered mind could drum up.
She was in so much pain, so much agony, even Croi whined against her neck, seemingly trying to comfort her. Kili did not have the heart to shoo the dog away. Tears streamed from Flanna's eyes, the orbs drenched in pain. Kili's heart broke for her, wishing he could make it stop, but the babe needed to be pushed from her body. There was absolutely nothing useful he could do for her. The midwife spoke, attempting to get her breaths and her strains on a steady rhythm, but it seemed his beloved was in too much pain to hear her. It made Kili all the more anxious. Anxiety climbing up his spine.
"Focus Flanna, my love, my life, please. She's here to help you." Kili murmured against her ear, needing her to understand, needing her to focus.
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Mar 14, 2013 21:45:38 GMT -5
Flanna felt an immense amount of pain, that there were no words to describe. What was going on in her body was something she had never felt the likes of before--it hurt, it hurt, it hurt! She would scream in pain and it would do nothing for her, not ease the suffering that she was feeling. It was hard even to remember why she was going through such pains, but every couple of minutes a kick would remind her that she carried Kili's child in her womb, and was trying to free it. She tried to silence her cries, if not for herself then for Kili. She did not wish him to hear her so violently hurting.
But it did hurt. She tried to listen to the midwife, all the while holding Kili's hand harder than was certain to inflict pain. He was here for her, she could hear his words in her ear. She loved him--and she tried to concentrate only on him so that it would not be so difficult. She tried to think of what she'd have available to her when this ordeal was over, of all the good and wonderful prizes that she'd recieve. The prizes of motherhood in particular--but first she had to see to it that the child was safely delivered.
Flanna knew she had to be strong. The midwife continued to relay directions to her, and she would take deep breaths and do as she was told. Her dog licking her neck, her husband holding her hand... She heard his words, too, and tried. She was going to focus. She would not let this pain be the reason her baby did not make it. And she listened and did as she was told until nearly two hours had passed from the beginnings of her pain. She heard something that the midwife said, as the woman prepared Flanna's body, positioning her for the task ahead. "It's nearly time," she assured Flanna. Yes--the child would be out, and then perhaps this awful pain would subside! Flanna tried to steady herself and looked to Kili for strength and love and reassurance. She knew he could offer that to her.
The time continued to pass, and then came the moment when the child was readied for its birth. The pain had only intensified, and her body had begun to do strange things in reaction to it and to the baby. The midwife asked her to push, to breathe, to push more. She was screaming in agony but trying to keep her head. But everything around her was dark and the pain was blinding her. It hurt--but she knew that the baby was beginning to leave her body. She could do this.
"Kili!" she screamed occasionally. She needed him. Needed his strength. Birthing was no easy task.
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Post by Kili on Mar 17, 2013 19:33:30 GMT -5
Kili had never felt quite as helpless as he did right now. There was not a damned thing he could do for his wife, or the midwife aside from whispering into the shell of her ear, and hold her hand as gently as he was able while she crushed his. Hr screams of pain and agony tore at his heart. Picked at him like nothing else. He wished he could take such agonies from her. The midwife shouted her demands and commands and Flanna answered her in screams. Seconds ticked to minutes which dragged into hours, surely this was worse torture than any wound that had ever been inflicted upon him, his beloved was in utter agony and there was absolutely nothing he could do to help her.
The midwife told them it was almost time and Kili redoubled his efforts at whispering soft things to her. Sweet nothings, words of encouragement and love, he wasn't quite sure what fled his mouth but he knew it was all in a sorry attempt to reassure her that he was there. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes each time Flanna's agony filled orbs sought his own, but he fought them back, willing his face to be a mask of strength and love every time she glanced upon him. She was strong, he was unbelievably proud to call her his own and she would know that he believed in her, in everything she set her mind too, and especially birthing their child.
"You can do this my Flanna, tis almost over, just a touch longer." Kili murmured, barely audible through his own upset. He prayed with all he was that this would be over soon, he could not bear to see her suffer much longer. It was festering in his heart like the worst of infections. He never wished to see his beloved in this much pain again, even if that meant no more children. He stroked the back of her hand rhythmically, unable to do much else aside from wait, pray and attempt not to succumb to his own emotions.
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Mar 17, 2013 20:37:38 GMT -5
Flanna was having a hard time handling the pain, but she kept trying to keep her focus on the words that were leaving Kili's lips, those sweet, wonderful things that he kept saying to her, promising she was strong and well and would be okay when this was over. Promising that she and the baby would both be alright in the end. And this she had to hold onto, trying to know with all her heart that he'd never been wrong yet. She trusted him; she always would. And through her tears and screams and utter agony, Flanna honestly believed she was going to make it, if only because Kili was at her side.
The time passed at an agonizingly slow speed, the pain only increasing. But she was getting more used to it, growing slightly more tolerant, and she was able to find a good rhythm for her breathing as the baby became ready to leave her. The midwife was instructing her. She had to be ready to push, to force the child out. Flanna took a deep breath, trying desperately to find some amount of control over herself. She could do this. Kili promised. She squeezed his hand hard and gritted her teeth as the time came. And there it was, the baby was on its way. As she began to slow, traumatizingly difficult task of getting this big thing out of her little body, Flanna screamed. But Kili's words and the midwife's encouraging voice rung in her mind, made it ever so easier to do. She used all her strength, kept praying to the gods of Ireland that this would not last too long, because it hurt like Hell.
Not only was there pain, but her breathing was getting hard, labored, constricted. She gasped for air as the midwife encouraged, "Push, push, push!" and tried as hard as she was able to do what she was told. It was better for them both. She needed to make it through this, and so did this child. As she kept pushing, though, the progress was being made. The baby was coming out, and she was making it.
And finally, after a half-hour of hard work and physical exertion, it was done! The midwife praised her bounteously as she cut the cord connecting mother and child and wrapped up the baby in a sheet of clean cloth, after wiping all the blood and bodily fluid from it and making sure that its little cries were healthy. "Never again," she whispered as she looked over at her husband. Then she turned to the woman that held her child. "What is it?" Flanna asked through heavy breaths, sweat broken out all over her body. "You've been given... a boy," said the midwife with delight, and handed the child over to Flanna, who beamed through her tired eyes. He was perfect.
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Post by Kili on Mar 18, 2013 16:33:53 GMT -5
Kili was going to have a heart attack, he was certain. He never wished to see his beloved in so much pain, he never wished to see her in pain, period and yet here she was. Agony etching upon the lines of the face as she struggled to push his child from her body. Her belly tightening with each scream as she used all of her lithe form to push and then falling back into place as she panted, attempting to regain the strength to try again. Kili had no idea such a process was so long, tedious, or painful and his heart slammed against his rib cage with incredible force every time she gazed at him with hope, every time she sought his strength. Kili had none here. It was ripping him a part to see her in so much pain. He murmured his love for her constantly, unable to help her an any other way and only falling silent when the midwife spoke to instruct Flanna. He was terribly glad he had fetched her. He could not have both encouraged and instructed her. Kili's brain was so scattered it was a wonder he even could still speak to her.
He swore he would do everything in his power to make her better, to make sure she got all the rest she needed, any food, or treat she wished for, any trinket or gown she wanted for this wrong he had done to her body. This babe, he loved it already, he knew, but he hated the agony it had wrought upon his beloved Flanna. He prayed to every God he could think of that this babe would come soon, that this child would free itself from her. If not for his own sanity, for hers. Flanna's body was drenched in sweat, her face exhausted and pale. Her breath was labored and uneven, she would not be able to fight much longer.
Push, push, push The midwife chanted in a mantra and finally, finally with one final scream and cry, Flanna slumped backwards and the midwife began her praises, Kili had never been so relieved in all of his days. Moving as gently and as quickly as he could, he slid behind his beloved, allowing her to lean back against him to support her weight so she would be able to hold their baby. The midwife cleaned the child, their cries filling the room and Kili wrapped a strong arm around his wife as Flanna was handed her baby.
It was a boy, a beautiful, gorgeous, perfect boy and Kili starred star struck at the tiny life cradled in Flanna's arms. A new purpose, a love he had never felt before blossomed in his chest as he starred at the infant. he was perfect and he blinked. Flanna's chocolate eyes staring up at him and that love was doubled within his chest. "He is perfect, you are perfect, never again my beloved, I love you."
(((OOC: This post much better than my last, I have reclaimed my Kili muse!!!)))
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Mar 18, 2013 20:26:17 GMT -5
Flanna had done the worst of the work now. She was exhausted and she felt unclean, but she had gotten the child out of her, and they were both alive. It was a relief, no doubt. She could not imagine a better ending for the two of them, and it made her sigh and pant and shed several tears of joy and accomplishment. She was so glad to have the thing gone, the pain subsiding! It had been a long nine months, the last three being particularly difficult, and now she was home free. She released a great breath as she laid back down all the way, surrendering to the soft bed beneath her, and the midwife cleaned up the child. She'd done it. She was a mother now. And he may not have known, but Kili had been her strength. She loved him so very much.
She smiled at him as much as she was able, trying to calm herself and recover from this whole ordeal as much as she could. It had been a trying, difficult experience, but she would do it over and over again if Kili wanted her children. She would do anything for him. Not soon, she hoped, for she needed recovery time. But she also had learned from the midwife that until the child stopped nursing, she'd be infertile anyway. Plenty of time for pleasure and rebuilding her strength. It was a good thing.
She looked lovingly on the bundle in the midwife's arms, and would have nearly been greedy for the child if she wasn't so weak. Kili climbed in behind her to support her frail body as the baby boy was handed to her, and she looked adoringly upon him, her heart filling with love and pride and more. This was hers and Kili's. They had created him together, and they would raise him together. He was theirs to love and cherish and give a better life than either of them had ever been through. It felt like a second chance. That, and motherly love and tender affection were overriding any logic in her mind. She looked up at Kili, tears of happiness in her eyes. "I love you. I love him. He is the most perfect thing I've ever seen." She looked upon the babe and smiled.
His dark brown eyes were wide as the boy stared at his mother. His hair seemed to be auburn, some combination of his parents' hair, and his face was darker like Kili's. There was nothing imperfect about this precious little boy. "Talar you are, then." She kissed him on his little forehead and he began to wail once more. Flanna rocked him gently, and then handed him to Kili. "Kili, meet Talar."
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Post by Kili on Mar 18, 2013 21:50:41 GMT -5
Kili paid no heed to the blood, sweat, or mess upon the sheets, in fact he had not so much as flinched before joining his heart upon the bed. They all would be replaced in due time, right now, his wife was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen and his babe... his son was the most wondrous thing in creation. Kili cradled his world within the confines of his embrace. His wife, his Flanna, his light had given him the most gorgeous son. Eyes of the purest chocolate peered up at both he and Flanna and he could scarcely believe that someone as bulky and cumbersome as he could help create something so beautiful, so perfect. The child was the epitome of beauty and even now Kili's heart stuttered painfully in his chest. He was a father, Flanna was a mother. This child was all theirs, a creation made possible only by their union.
He cared not for anything beyond his wife and child at the moment, nothing else existed, so enraptured was he. Aledon did not turn, middle earth did not spin, there was no Erebor or Lonely Mountain to reclaim, he had no home to get back too, there was only this beautiful woman and the son she had just put all her effort into birthing and they were the most bewitching sight Kili had ever laid eyes upon. They were everything to him in this moment. Flanna could have asked him for anything, everything and he would have found a way to bring it to her. If this was the only child that came from their union, he would be content the rest of his days.
"You are so beautiful my Flanna. Look... look at the life you have carried within you. He is perfect, beautiful, stunning. He is all ours my beloved. I love him, I love you. That will never change I swear it." He murmured into her hair, tears that he did not try to stop free falling from his dark eyes. He had not the words to accurately describe all the emotion that swelled his chest, he knew only that he would die for his family, he would face a thousand foes to keep them safe. They were his world now, they were his home, and he would make them understand that they would forever come first.
Talar Flanna named him Talar. Kili would not be happier with any other name, it suited him beautifully and the she was handing him off and Kili trembled in fear. Fear that he would do something wrong, fear that he would harm his precious son, but he cradled him more than any treasury and held him tightly to his chest. His wide brown eyes blinking, dazed and confused at the world outside his mother's womb. "Talar..." He rasped out the name through his emotions, a smile cracking onto his face. "Your first job... is to call Thorin grandpa." Kili cracked, half laughing and half crying as he cradled his wife in one arm and his son in the other. Life got no better than this.
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Mar 19, 2013 12:42:25 GMT -5
It was comfort that Flanna sought in this moment, as she was trying to let her pain subside and her mind return to its normal ways of thinking. She was glad to have Kili at her back, holding her in a promise that said it was all going to be alright and she did not have to worry any more. This ordeal was over, for now. She did not have to do it again if she did not choose, but she knew that he wanted children and she would not deny him that if it was something he wanted from her. Surely it was much better the second, third, fourth time… At least she would then know what to expect of the whole experience then.
Now, it was just them. Them and the child they had together created and brought into this oft-cruel world. But Talar, he would not know all that suffering. At least, not young as he was. He would have a better life and both she and Kili would make sure that it was so. She had forced the thing from her body; she would be good to it because she did not know how to do else. What with her background… she never wished that upon any other child, hers or not. ”I know,” she said quietly. ”He is ours alone. And shall so have the best life any child could wish. No war, no thievery. No greed, no hunger. Just love and more love. It shall abound.” Her mind was alight with poetic inspirations and she knew that it would not be long until she was writing again.
She snuggled into Kili’s embrace, but could not help staring at the child, so like his father it was not even funny. She had wished such, anyhow; she knew that Kili was certainly the most attractive thing she’d ever set her eyes upon and if there was any perfect model for a little boy, it was he. Without the battle, of course. But then again, he would surely one day be taught by his loving father to wield a sword, to be a protector as well. She loved the way that ‘Talar’ sounded on Kili’s tongue. It was a befitting name. ”He is absolutely the most wonderful thing I could ask for,” she declared.
She laughed at Kili’s words once she’d handed the child over. ”Croi,” she called to her dog, asking for it to come over to her and see its newest friend. The dog jumped happily on the bed and over to where Talar was, laughing like a happy baby. ”It shall forever be us, Kili. Our family is now perfect.” As an afterthought, she smiled. ”You know I’m not opposed to more.”
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Post by Kili on Mar 20, 2013 2:17:44 GMT -5
Kili had never felt anything that came even close to the stirrings within his chest before, such a fierce wave of love, protection, devotion and dedication crashed over him. As he peered down into eyes that could mirror Flanna's own his priorities shifted. No longer did he yearn to return to middle earth, no longer did he yearn for the company of his own kin, no longer did he wish to reclaim Erebor. For this moment in time, however fleeting it may be, he held his dreams, his hopes, his happiness, and his love with the confines of his arms. This was his world. His earth, his moon, his stars, and she could have asked him for any such thing, any task, any trinket, any token of his affection and he would have procured it for her no matter the cost, no matter the price. This child, no their child was the most gorgeous thing Kili had ever seen in his life and he would treasure the boy more than any copper ever bestowed upon him. His son would no nothing but love and joy and happiness.
Flanna spoke of how beautiful the boy was, but for once her poetry did him no justice. There simply were no words in any language to describe how flawless the tiny life was. Talar babbled, giggling excessively as he extended his arms, testing his voice box for the first time. The lump in Kili's throat returned full force as fat fingers coiled around his pinkie, holding fast to his hand. His heart beat painfully against his lungs as he tried to speak, attempting to keep a touch of his masculinity intact to no avail. This child, his wife, were simply to phenomenal. "Flanna you have done wonderfully this day. Look at the gift you have given us! He is beyond words, beyond poetry or stories! He is incredible my Flanna." He murmured into her hair, holding fast to the delicate fingers around his own.
He tightened his arm around Flanna's midriff as tightly as he dared, he knew her body must be exhausted, sore, she would need a few weeks of rest after such an exertion and she would spend the first never leaving the bed. He could not risk something going wrong, he would not see her wounded or dead. he had promised he would not leave her until he knew both wife and babe were healthy and strong and Kili always made good on his promises, especially to her. Her laughter filled his heart with joy, as she called to their dog, the midwife, respectably taking her leave for now. Kili had set up the guest bedroom for her ages ago, intent on keeping her around until she was positive Flanna would recover without flaw. Overly protective? Most assuredly, but such was his way.
The dog joined them swiftly upon the bed, sniffing Talar tentatively before placing a gentle kiss upon his stomach causing the babe to giggle uncontrollably. Kili's heart melted at the site. This was his family. His to protect, his to cherish, his to love and he would with every ounce of strength afforded him. "We will have as many as you would like, my love, my world, my everything, my Flanna."
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