The Hobbit
It's my first Hobbit fiction and it's in english. As I'm French, my English isn't really great. I hope you will like it. This is a "forget-part" of a fiction of Kindred01: Years without you! I warn you: I'ts a MPREG!
The characters are not mine! They belong to Tolkien! Erline belong to Kindred01!
An unexpected arrival
Bilbo feels bad but refuses to see a doctor, thinking that it will pass. However, he will have to face something he had not expected. MPREG birth scene of the fiction: "Years without you"
It was a snowy day in the Shire. Most children Hobbits play with the wonderful white and cold powder. However, one of them remains cloistered in his Hobbit hole: young Frodo Baggins. The young Hobbit looks out the window, worried. Suddenly, someone knocks at the door. Frodo leaves his observation and will open ... falling nose-to-nose with the gardener's son of his uncle, the young Sam. Smiling, the boy who is a little younger than Frodo asks:
"You just play with us, Frodo?
I'm sorry, Sam, but I can't. Uncle Bilbo is sick and he does not see the doctor.
Poor Mr. Bilbo ... Adults know what to do, isn't it?
I think, Sam, but I prefer to stay close to him. As soon as he gets better, I'll come play with you."
Little Sam smiled back and return play with the other little Hobbits. Frodo closes the door, and worried, go to the room of his uncle. The Hobbit is lying on his bed, slightly pale, and his hands on his round belly. He hears the footsteps of his nephew and rears its head when Frodo crosses the threshold of the door.
"You're better, Uncle Bilbo?
It will pass, Frodo ... it's just stomach cramps ..." he smiled at his nephew ... before grimacing by taking the belly.
This is what Frodo is worried! Since early this morning, his uncle had pain in the stomach. They are on and off non-stop with a certain amount of time between each. When Frodo woke up this morning, he heard his uncle complain. It happened to Bilbo crying for no reason. Since Thorin had banished him from Erebor, he seemed no longer control his body. First he had suffered this strange weight gain had rounded his belly, these strange and incongruous desires, these odd sensations in the stomach and some strange pains for no reason in the lower abdomen and lower back. This morning, these strange pains had started. They were very strange and really painful. This is where Frodo had found.
Frodo enters the room to find his uncle holding his stomach, grimacing. The little Hobbit runs to his uncle up on the bed and takes the hand of his uncle.
"Uncle Bilbo? Are you sick?
No ... I'm fine, Frodo ... it's just a little pain ...»
Frodo presses against his uncle as to ensure that his guardian is still there. Bilbo tenderly caresses the black hair of his nephew and rocking the little Hobbit. After an hour, the pain returned, fast and painful. It lasted a few seconds at most, but it was extremely painful. Frodo, tight against his uncle, felt the muscles of the belly of his uncle contract without reason.
"Uncle Bilbo? Are you still hurt?
Do not be afraid, Frodo ... it will pass ... Bilbo breathe.
Maybe you should go see a healer...
No, Frodo ... I'm fine ... it will go ..."
Frodo approached his uncle and put his hand on the belly round and painful of his uncle. He often felt as there was a life inside of Bilbo. Once exhausted his uncle was asleep in his chair and the little hobbit with big blue eyes could have sworn he saw a movement into the belly of his uncle. Bilbo smiled slightly and shakes his nephew tenderly in his arms seeking comfort in the presence of the small Hobbit. Although this was due to unfortunate event, the arrival of Frodo was the only happy moment in which he had been entitled since his adventure with the Dwarves and his banishment of Erebor. Especially since it seemed that throughout the morning he spent in bed, the pain had come more often. They all returned first hours, but for almost 10 am, the pain came back every 45 minutes. But against all odds, pains come back suddenly while it is only 30 minutes. Bilbo grins and shakes his nephew stronger for the pain through his stomach.
"Still a pain, Uncle Bilbo?
Fears nothing, Frodo ... it will pass...
You tell me that since this morning. Let me go and get the healer, Uncle Bilbo! Please! I'm scared!
I'm fine, Frodo!" Bilbo gets angry, pushing his nephew.
Once Frodo on the ground, Bilbo got up from his bed and put on his robe.
"Uncle, you should stay in bed!
I'm fine, Frodo! If I am lying a second longer, I'm going crazy! "
Bilbo goes to the salon, range instinctively Bag-End is already perfect and chooses one of his books ... before grimacing in a new pain. Frodo looks worried. Bilbo sits in his chair and breathed deeply to calm the pain and smiled at Frodo.
"Why do not you go play in the snow with others? the blond Hobbit asks.
I don't really want, uncle...
Why?
I fear for you, uncle ... you're the only family I still have... "
Bilbo smiles and holds out his arms to his nephew. Watery eyes, the little black-haired Hobbit run throw himself into the arms of his uncle. Bilbo was all he still had after the death of his parents. He thanks Valar countless times of having his uncle who return to the Shire before the accident. But then, he hoped that Valar would not take his only family he had. His uncle had not eaten anything this morning or this lunchtime (while a hobbit eat at least six meals per day) and the afternoon was already well advanced.
"You're not hungry, uncle?
No, Frodo ... my stomach is not in a position to have food now...
My uncle, a hobbit eats six meals per day!
I know, Frodo sweetie... but I'm smeared today... when it will pass it will be better... "
No sooner had he said this than Bilbo felt a new pain. Since the last 20 minutes. They were approaching inexorably.
Bilbo was sitting in his chair and tries to contain his pain as to not frighten his nephew. The night began to fall and the pains became more intense and closer together. Now, he had every 5 minutes. He breathes deeply as possible to ease the pain and he began to feel a lot of pressure in his abdomen. This feeling is very unpleasant. Frodo drew quietly watching the sun set behind the snowy hills when he hears a groan. He turns to his uncle to see him holding his stomach, grimacing, sweating. Leaving his drawing, the small Hobbit approaches his uncle.
"Are you all right, Uncle?
I don't know, Frodo ... Bilbo admits. These pains are very strange ... I've never felt this...
Maybe you should go to bed, Uncle Bilbo.
Maybe..."
Bilbo recovers holding his belly painful and takes a few steps before stopping in shock. He suddenly felt a new and strange sensation. Before he had time to understand what it is and respond to his nephew worried, he feels a thick liquid flowed between his legs. Seeing the strange with color of blood flow between the legs of his uncle, Frodo panic.
"Uncle? What happened to you?
I ... I don't know... Bilbo pants feeling the pains come back, stronger and closer. I ... Frodo ... I... Ahhhh! "
With the pain, the Hobbit falls on the floor holding his stomach.
"UNCLE BILBO!" Frodo yells throwing himself beside his sick uncle.
Bilbo gasps in pain before grimacing. It enjoys a moment of respite for watching Frodo.
"Frodo ... I feel really bad ... Ahhhh!
You're not gonna die, Uncle Bilbo!? You're not gonna die!?
I don't know, Frodo ... his uncle grin.
I'm looking for a doctor, Uncle Bilbo! Frodo said, getting up.
NO! It's too dark ... Ahhhh! "
The little one kneel beside Bilbo and straightens him to his best to lay him on the floor in a more comfortable position. He slips a pillow under the head of his uncle sweaty and straightens like to get a doctor despite the reluctance of Bilbo. But opening the door, Frodo noticed that the snow falls like a small storm outside. With this weather and darkness, Frodo is unable to get to Hobbiton to fetch a healer. Tears of fear streaming down his cheeks, his uncle was in excruciating pain on the ground, he needed care and Frodo could not get help. Closing the door, he ran to join his uncle, the greenhouse in his arm and kissed his sweaty forehead.
"Don't die, Uncle Bilbo ... don't die, please ... he cry.
Frodo ... I ... Ahhhh! I love you, my dear nephew...
I love you, Uncle... "
Frodo, panicked, sobbing, holding the head of his uncle. Bilbo feels pain through his body with more strength every two minutes. The sweat running down his forehead and he felt a strange pressure in his abdomen. All the sensations exhausted him at the highest point. He can barely breathe properly between two pains. As he begins to feel as if someone cut in two, beating strong knock on the door. Hopeful to get help, Frodo gets up and goes to open the door ... to fall face to face with an old man dressed in gray with a big pointy hat and long white beard.
"Gandalf! Thank you Valar! You will be able to help me!
Where is Bilbo, Frodo? the Wizard asked by entering the Hobbit hole.
He is sick! He collapsed on the floor because of stomach pains for a few minutes! I think he's going to die!
Fears nothing, Frodo! But we do not have time to lose! "
Gandalf seemed to know what happens. He and the little Frodo go where Bilbo is lying, hands clutching his round belly aching and sweaty. Seeing the magician with his nephew, the Hobbit feels reassured.
"Gandalf ...
Don't worry, Bilbo! I'm here! I'll help you!
What happens to me he, Gandalf? ... I ... Ahhhh!
The snow had prevented me from coming sooner. Wait!"
Gandalf raises the little Hobbit and bears him to the bed. He removes the robe of Bilbo and leaves him in nightgown. He puts a hand on the belly of Bilbo and remains pensive a few minutes.
"Two minutes between contractions ... Feel the sensation of pressure?
Contractions? But ... Bilbo stutters turning pale.
And yes, you moron Hobbit! You're giving birth!
Birth? But ... Ahhh! How is this possible? Who...?
Who had touched you, Bilbo? This child is not anyone!"
Bilbo paled in realization. He had been pregnant without realizing it! And not pregnant by anyone! The child was the one of a dwarf! A Dwarves King! Thorin Oakenshield! He was giving birth to the heir to the throne of Erebor! A further contraction in spreads his belly, making him screams.
"Frodo, my boy! Gandalf called. Go quickly get me some clean towels and hot water!
Why? What's going on? Frodo panic.
Your uncle is having a baby and it will come very soon!
What? I will have a cousin?
Yes! Hurry up! It will not be long! "
Frodo runs into the bathroom to find towels and hot water. Meanwhile, the Hobbit questions the magician who strangely knows a lot of things that he himself did not know.
"You knew how long? ... Bilbo request.
From the beginning. the magician replied.
Why didn't you tell me? ...
You were rather badly like that. Frodo was with you and I thought I could come a little earlier. But the snow came more suddenly than expected and it slowed me down.
Thorin know? ...
Idiot guy of Baggins! This idiot of dwarf is contained on himself than oyster. I want to forward all your well-being! I'll take care of that idiot dwarf after you have help with this kid. "
Bilbo smiled before grinning under a new pain. Frodo comes with the supplies requested by Gandalf.
"My dear Frodo, help me in calming your uncle."
The little Hobbit joined his uncle and takes his hand.
"Why you did not say that I would have a cousin? he asks to his uncle.
I had no idea, Frodo ... I never believed be able to...»
Bilbo clenched teeth, feeling a new contraction. This time, he feels a strong pressure in his groin but he keeps screaming, not wanting to scare Frodo. But the pain increases to a point that has the impression of being cut in half.
"Gandalf!
Don't fight the pressure of the child, Bilbo! You must accompany the contractions and push."
The Hobbit does therefore what the magician said. With each contraction, he pushes with all his might to help the baby out of his body where he grew up without his parent's knowledge. He was vaguely aware of Frodo's hand in his curls damp with sweat, encouragement of Gandalf and movements of the baby left his body. After several pushes, Gandalf ad:
"The head is out! One more effort, Bilbo!"
Exhausted, Bilbo tries to catch his breath and pushes on a new contraction. He heard the encouragement of his nephew and continues his first duty to Parent: give life to his baby. After several painful pushes, the Hobbit hears the cry of a newborn. Exhausted, he collapses into bed and breathe deeply.
"He is here, Uncle Bilbo! Frodo smiled. The baby is here!"
To the joy of his nephew, Bilbo smiled. Gandalf approaches with a small bundle in his arms. A small bundle who is crying. The magician smiles and raises the bundle on the chest of Bilbo saying:
"Congratulations, my dear Bilbo! You have a beautiful baby boy."
Despite his fatigue, a new force appears to Bilbo when the child is on his chest. Low, the Hobbit released the baby's head bawling. As soon as he saw him, he understood what it means to "maternal love". The baby was, for him, the most beautiful baby in the world. He was slightly bigger than a baby Hobbit (which explains why Bilbo is exhausted after giving birth) with black hair deep strolling wildly on his little head. Bilbo felt tears of joy poured down his cheeks.
"How beautiful he is ..." he cried, patting the small loops wild of his son.
Frodo looks at his uncle to see his new cousin and smiled. Gandalf takes the baby a few moments and said:
"Frodo. Straighten your uncle so he could keep his child properly."
The small Hobbit runs and straightens his uncle exhausted. Finally, Bilbo can hold his child properly. The baby cries as strong as ever. To calm him, Bilbo rocks him and whispers:
"Shhh, shhh ... my little one ... Everything is fine ... Mom is here ..."
Almost immediately, the baby stops crying and opened his eyes. His eyes are blue like Bilbo. Frodo sits next to his uncle and caress the cheek of the newborn.
"This is fun! We look like very much!"
Bilbo smiled and tenderly cradles his baby.
"How are you going to call him, Uncle Bilbo?"
The Hobbit suddenly realizes he has yet to name his child. He cannot let him without a name until the end of his days. Tenderly cradling the small, he looks Gandalf. The old wizard smiled but said nothing. Bilbo looks at his baby and smiled, kissing him tenderly on the forehead.
"Erline ... Erline Baggins ..."
The little Erline chirps and takes his mother's finger in his tiny hand. Exhausted by delivery, Bilbo (who was sleepy) fell asleep with his baby in his arms. Gandalf gets the baby and layer him in a cradle improvised. Frodo pole over his cousin and smiled. Now he had an uncle and a cousin! Caressing the cheek of the newborn, he murmured:
"Welcome among us, Erline..."
End