Thorin’s Hope, Chapter 5: Umay attends Elienne’s Birthing One Week Later and is Chastened about Her Own Upcoming Trials
by GratianaDS90, 9/29/11
(A Fan Fiction adapted from JRR Tolkien’s, The Hobbit;
No copyright infringement is intended)
To read earlier Thorin’s Hope chapter posts so you may catch up on the reading, please visit my earlier blog posts for:
Ch. 3 & 4: https://gratianads90.wordpress.com/2011/09/21/thorin%e2%80%99s-hope-ch-3-4-umay-and-thorin%e2%80%99s-feelings-about-their-separation-and-their-coming-babe%e2%80%99s-birth-92211-gratianads90-post-17/
One week later, Talin comes running down the lane to Umay and
Thorin’s home much earlier than he is expected–and clearly out of breath.
(Image used for Thorin & Umay’s cottage found at http://gallery.nen.gov.uk/assets/0812/0000/0706/hangleton_medieval_cottage.jpg
Talin: “Umay! Umay! You must come!” He yells to Umay (pronounced ooh-May) and pants heavily as she opens the door.
Umay: “Talin, what is it? Is all well?”
Talin: “It is Mama! She said to fetch you now. It is the babe come early.”
Umay: “I will fetch my shawl and come with you.”
Walking is difficult for Umay now since she is eight and a half months with child herself. And hurrying is not possible for her. So Talin helpfully–but somewhat impatiently–lets Umay lean on him as they walk the 50 yards back to his home. Happily, the sun is shining and no rain showers threaten to muddy up their walk and make it more difficult. As Umay and Talin approach his home, they see a flurry of neighboring Dwarf women coming into and out of the front door.
(I found the lovely Titian painting picture–that I chose to represent Umay only half way throught her pregancy, though she is 8 months pregant now at this point int he story–at http://webspace.webring.com/people/lo/oonaghsown/turkish_coat_for_venetian_dress_doco.htm)
Hegara: “Umay! What are you doing here? You should not be walking!” Hegara the midwife says emphatically. Umay might have taken Thorin from her–in truth, Hegara never had a chance with Thorin–but Hegara is the senior midwife in the village and she does not like her mothers with child to disobey her orders. “You must sit and rest, Umay. Talin, get her some water from the well.” Umay sits gratefully.
Talin: “Aye, I will.” And he goes to do that.
Umay: “How is Elienne?”
Just then a piercing scream of pain reverberates from the bedchamber where Elienne is birthing her child.
Umay: “Is everything well?” Asks Umay worriedly.
Hegara: “The babe is in the wrong position and must be turned.” Hegara says soberly. “It is a painful process, but necessary for mother and child.”
Umay: Umay’s eyes widen in worry for her friend–and for herself. Umay has not attended at another Dwarf mother’s birth before–Dwarf births do not happen that often. Talin was the last babe born in the village and that was ten years ago. “Please let me know if I can be of comfort to Elienne in some way.”
Hegare: “Aye. I will tell her you are here. That will be enough. Ah good. Here is Talin with your water. Now stay seated and rest, Umay.”
Umay nods and sips her water, sitting in an out of the way corner of Elienne’s home. She watches several Dwarf women of the village walking to and fro, carrying linens and hot water, going in and out of the bedchamber. And Umay hears more screams from Elienne. Umay worries that her birthing fate will not be much different. Umay can be excused from her concerns since she is also 15 years younger–almost too young–than most Dwarf women who give birth. Umay hopes that her babe will be safe and well–and that her own birthing pains might be less than what Elienne seems to be feeling. Over the next three hours, there are more screams, panting, and then silence. Umay almost doesn’t notice the silence because she has dozed off–despite the commotion–due to her own with child condition. But, Umay is nudged awake by a smiling Talin.
Talin: “Umay, I have a sister!” He says proudly.
Umay: “And your mother, Elienne? How does she fare?” She asks with trepidation.
Talin helps Umay stand and then supports her as they walk the ten feet through the door into the bedchamber where Elienne lies holding her babe.
(I found the lovely mother and babe illustration–that I used to represent Elienne and her babe–at http://www.richard-wilkinson.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/home_birth_large.jpg)
Elienne: “Umay! She is here! My little daughter is here! Come see her!” Elienne says excitedly. All thoughts of her birthing pains are now gone and she is lost in the love she feels for her little girl.
Umay: “Elienne! She is beautiful!” Talin helps Umay sit near the bed. “How are you feeling?”
Elienne: “Sore!” She laughs. “But I am well. This babe makes all the pain worthwhile. Do you not wish to know her name?
Umay: “Of course, please tell me.” Umay smiles at her friend.
Elienne: “I have named her …” Elienne pauses for effect “Maylina–after you.” Elienne smiles broadly at being able to combine a derivative if her husband Dwalin’s name–which is part of Dwarf babe naming tradition–and a name of her own choosing.
Umay: “Oh Elienne! I am so honored! It is a beautiful name!”
Elienne: “Would you like to hold her?” She says holding her babe toward Umay.
Umay: “I would love to.” Elienne nods yes and Talin carefully takes his sleeping babe sister from his mother and hands her to Umay. “Oh. You are so precious, little one!” Umay coos softly to the babe. “Soon I will birth my own babe and you can be playmates.” The babes will be all that, and more.
(I found this sleeping babe pictures at
Umay sits chatting with her friend Elienne for about 15 minutes before it is time for the babe to suckle and then Elienne to rest. Umay watches fascinated during the babe suckling–again, a sight not often seen since Dwarf births are so rare–and Umay listens intently as Elienne instructs her in the finer points of breast feeding for when Umay’s own time comes.
(I found the sweet mother and babe suckling picture that is used here to represent Elienne and Maylina at
Later, Talin walks Umay home for the evening. That night Umay sleeps contentedly for the first time in many months–despite witnessing Elienne’s painful birthing screams. And Umay dreams of her and Thorin’s babe being born and nursing at her breast. It is a lovely dream made sweeter by Umay having her loving husband Thorin at her side in her dream, returned home victorious from his quest.
(That same Titian painting is cropped here.)
To be continued in Chapter 6