Rating – U
All the characters, events and places belong to JRR Tolkien. My imagination only builds on his.
Primula’s cries were almost lost against the beat of rain, the crash and rumble of thunder. Banished many hours earlier, Drogo could only pace and pray. The birthing chamber was a female domain, ruled over by Menegilda and Esmerelda.
Menegilda said it would be a lad. Drogo only wanted a healthy bairn.
Suddenly a thin wail threaded the cacophony; the sound of his firstborn awaited so many years. Drogo spun about, but his grin died when he saw Dodinas shake his head and murmur to Saradoc,
“Born in dark weather . . . live a dark life. This one won’t have it easy.”