This is delightful! I kind of love Tuor's crogglement.

Such a nice dynamic family scene!

(I was almost as startled as Tuor at how they all converged, but it made sense!)

Eleven months really should've been enough time to talk logistics, Tuor! At the same time, it's quite feasible that either of them would assume that their own customs are "natural", and therefore universal, and therefore there is no need to talk it through. This is a nice look at the sort of cultural assumptions people make out of ignorance, not malice, that make an outside observer facepalm and want to shout at them "Just communicate, will you?!" - Ahem.

I really liked how at home Maeglin feels in this piece, just excited to be an uncle and worried about doing something wrong out of inexperience, exchanging jokes with Idril and encouraging Tuor. Makes my heart bleed to think of what is going to become of him.

I'd also like to thank you emphatically for the use of the birthing stool instead of the modern hospital bed birth that's so prevalent in fantasy (and even historical) fiction! :D

This is adorable, and such an interesting look at their family dynamics, and also different customs between elves and men. It makes a lot of sense to me that they might not have realized their ideas of how a birth should go might not be universal, but oh, poor Tuor ^-^'' 

“Mother’s on the stairs, and if it weren’t for the child coming earlier than expected, you’d probably have had Turvo camped out here days in advance so as not to risk missing a moment.”

I don't doubt a second he'd do it.

And rip Tuor who had a culture shock. From 'men aren't allowed in here' to 'semi-public birth giving', things escalated quickly (I'm sure Maeglin would argue close family does not make it public).

“Catch?” Tuor asked in a strangled tone. “I’m expected to catch?”

The baby that slid on the hospital floor in Tim Burton's Big Fish was Eärendil! 

Tuor was apparently too shocked to repeat his earlier nonsense about eleven months being late.

Biological differences strike again! Beren and Lúthien must have gone through fun times, with that Maiarin blood thrown into the mix.

Does Eärendil get to keep the same scowl when he slays Ancalagon?