Angel of Mine
Disclaimer: All of the characters and places belong to the brilliant J.R.R. Tolkien and the Tolkien estate. The plot of the story is MINE, and I do not allow any reproductions. Please read and review! Thanks! ~Hermione Eveningfall
Chapter 1
Summer Night
Primula and Drogo Baggins watched with smiles on their faces as their youngest and only son Frodo goofed around with his cousins outside of Brandy Hall. It was a particularly bright and sunny afternoon in late May, and a light breeze blew through the open parlor window by which they stood. Drogo approached his wife, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "I think you and I deserve a night for oursleves my darling," he whispered into the beautiful female hobbit's ear. Primula giggled girlishly.
"You mean a date? Oh Drogo...we have not had a date for a long time..."
"Exactly my point. What do you say we go on a lovely little boat ride on the Brandywine under the moonlight? Does that sound romantic?"
Primula suddenly frowned. "Boating?" she asked with uncertainty. Neither of the hobbits knew how to swim, and therefore often stayed away from the water. Drogo felt the fear radiating from Primula's mind, and knew her feeling about water. "Dear, we must get over our fright of such a silly thing. I promise that nothing will happen to us."
Eventually, Primula Brandybuck-Baggins had to agree with her husband...he sounded so reassuring. The two of them met with Esmerelda Brandybuck and told her of their plan. "Are you sure it is wise for you to do such a thing?" the elder hobbit-lass asked, looking anxious. It took a bit of convincing but Esmerelda promised to look after Frodo that night while the two lovebirds went out on their own.
At supper that evening, Frodo noticed that his mother and father were awfully quiet. He looked from one to the other, blinking his large blue eyes. "Mama?" he asked quietly. "What is the matter?" Drogo stopped eating to look at his son.
"Frodo...your mother and I..."
"You are pregnant again, aren't you?" Frodo asked, his eyes widening. Primula laughed.
"Oh Frodo." she reached over and touched his arm. "That is not what we wanted to talk with you about."
"Am I in trouble?"
"Of course not, dear. Your father and I are going to go on a date tonight...just the two of us. And we got your Auntie Esmerelda to look after you while we are gone. You would not mind that, would you?"
Frodo didn't know what to say about that. He had never imagined his mother and father boating, as he knew they couldn't swim. "Will you tuck me in?"
"Of course." said Primula, smiling sweetly.
"Eat the rest of your dinner, Frodo. No more talking." Drogo ordered sternly and the rest of the meal was eaten in silence.
After supper, Primula took Frodo into her arms and brought him to the library where she let him choose a book for his bedtime story. "Mama..." Frodo whispered. "I don't want you and Papa to go."
Primula looked at him calmly. "Frodo. Have faith in your father...he knows what he is doing." she laughed and touched noses with him. "You are such a worry wart!" She lifted her son into the air. "And you are such a treasure." she carried him out into the corridor and towards his bedroom. "You will be good for your Aunt, won't you?"
Frodo nodded. "I will be good, Mama."
They entered the small bedroom, and Frodo watched as the breeze blew his curtains, and smiledwhen his mother pulled down the satin bedspread and white cotton sheets before placing him into the bed. Primula pulled a chair beside his bed and Frodo listened to her soothing voice as she read from the book: "...the princess was locked in a tower guarded by a fierce, firebreathing dragon, awaiting for her true love to come and rescue her..." Almost five minutes later, Frodo's eyelids grew heavy and he drifted off into a dream filled sleep.
Primula stroked her son's dark curls, smiling as she watched his sleeping face. Drogo soon tiptoed into the room and walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "He is wonderful, isn't he?" Priumla whispered as she slowly stood, carrying the chair to the little wooden desk from where she had gotten it, and followed her husband into the corridor.
"Young Frodo is asleep?" Esmerelda asked as they met her in the parlor. Primula nodded.
"Such a little darling. He should not be much trouble at all."
Esmerelda smiled knowingly. "Oh! I almost forgot...Drogo...you recieved a letter from your cousin Bilbo Baggins this afternoon. I was so carried away by all of the business earlier that it completely slipped my mind to give it to you."
Drogo chuckled as he accepted the rather crumpled envelope, and he and Primula both sat down on the couch.
"What does the old rascal want, I wonder?" Drogo thought out loud as he opened the envelope and pulled out two pieces of parchment. The letter went something like this:
My Dear Cousin Drogo,
I have just returned from my little trip through the Shire and I must say how it has changed! I never knew how dearly I missed it so when I returned from my travels to the mountains.
I hope you, Primula and dear little Frodo are well. I plan to stop by within the next couple of weeks, but unfortunately age is beginning to come upon me.....
Drogo had to laugh as he continued to read the letter outloud to his wife. "Bilbo had not aged a day the last time I saw him. he still looks as though he had just turned fifty."
"And how old is he dear?" asked Primula.
Drogo thought for a moment. "He is in his late eighties, I believe. I wouldn't be surprised if he passed Old Took...130!"
"Amazing." laughed Esmerelda, looking outside. "Well...if you two want a good date, you had better get moving. The last thing you poor hobbits want is to be stuck scouting through Buckland after midnight!"
Drogo nodded, folding the letter and placing it back into the envelope. "Esmerelda's right, m'deaer. What do you say we start out a little early? The moon is plenty full already."
Esmerelda chewed nervously on her lower lip as the happy couple headed for the main door to Brandy Hall.
"DO be careful," Esmerelda begged.
Drogo turned to look at her. "We shant be too late."
"Check on Frodo for us!" Primula called, waving. Soon they disappeared around the bend, and little did Esmerelda know that she would never see them again.
Disclaimer: All of the characters and places belong to the brilliant J.R.R. Tolkien and the Tolkien estate. The plot of the story is MINE, and I do not allow any reproductions. Please read and review! Thanks! ~Hermione Eveningfall
Chapter 1
Summer Night
Primula and Drogo Baggins watched with smiles on their faces as their youngest and only son Frodo goofed around with his cousins outside of Brandy Hall. It was a particularly bright and sunny afternoon in late May, and a light breeze blew through the open parlor window by which they stood. Drogo approached his wife, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "I think you and I deserve a night for oursleves my darling," he whispered into the beautiful female hobbit's ear. Primula giggled girlishly.
"You mean a date? Oh Drogo...we have not had a date for a long time..."
"Exactly my point. What do you say we go on a lovely little boat ride on the Brandywine under the moonlight? Does that sound romantic?"
Primula suddenly frowned. "Boating?" she asked with uncertainty. Neither of the hobbits knew how to swim, and therefore often stayed away from the water. Drogo felt the fear radiating from Primula's mind, and knew her feeling about water. "Dear, we must get over our fright of such a silly thing. I promise that nothing will happen to us."
Eventually, Primula Brandybuck-Baggins had to agree with her husband...he sounded so reassuring. The two of them met with Esmerelda Brandybuck and told her of their plan. "Are you sure it is wise for you to do such a thing?" the elder hobbit-lass asked, looking anxious. It took a bit of convincing but Esmerelda promised to look after Frodo that night while the two lovebirds went out on their own.
At supper that evening, Frodo noticed that his mother and father were awfully quiet. He looked from one to the other, blinking his large blue eyes. "Mama?" he asked quietly. "What is the matter?" Drogo stopped eating to look at his son.
"Frodo...your mother and I..."
"You are pregnant again, aren't you?" Frodo asked, his eyes widening. Primula laughed.
"Oh Frodo." she reached over and touched his arm. "That is not what we wanted to talk with you about."
"Am I in trouble?"
"Of course not, dear. Your father and I are going to go on a date tonight...just the two of us. And we got your Auntie Esmerelda to look after you while we are gone. You would not mind that, would you?"
Frodo didn't know what to say about that. He had never imagined his mother and father boating, as he knew they couldn't swim. "Will you tuck me in?"
"Of course." said Primula, smiling sweetly.
"Eat the rest of your dinner, Frodo. No more talking." Drogo ordered sternly and the rest of the meal was eaten in silence.
After supper, Primula took Frodo into her arms and brought him to the library where she let him choose a book for his bedtime story. "Mama..." Frodo whispered. "I don't want you and Papa to go."
Primula looked at him calmly. "Frodo. Have faith in your father...he knows what he is doing." she laughed and touched noses with him. "You are such a worry wart!" She lifted her son into the air. "And you are such a treasure." she carried him out into the corridor and towards his bedroom. "You will be good for your Aunt, won't you?"
Frodo nodded. "I will be good, Mama."
They entered the small bedroom, and Frodo watched as the breeze blew his curtains, and smiledwhen his mother pulled down the satin bedspread and white cotton sheets before placing him into the bed. Primula pulled a chair beside his bed and Frodo listened to her soothing voice as she read from the book: "...the princess was locked in a tower guarded by a fierce, firebreathing dragon, awaiting for her true love to come and rescue her..." Almost five minutes later, Frodo's eyelids grew heavy and he drifted off into a dream filled sleep.
Primula stroked her son's dark curls, smiling as she watched his sleeping face. Drogo soon tiptoed into the room and walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "He is wonderful, isn't he?" Priumla whispered as she slowly stood, carrying the chair to the little wooden desk from where she had gotten it, and followed her husband into the corridor.
"Young Frodo is asleep?" Esmerelda asked as they met her in the parlor. Primula nodded.
"Such a little darling. He should not be much trouble at all."
Esmerelda smiled knowingly. "Oh! I almost forgot...Drogo...you recieved a letter from your cousin Bilbo Baggins this afternoon. I was so carried away by all of the business earlier that it completely slipped my mind to give it to you."
Drogo chuckled as he accepted the rather crumpled envelope, and he and Primula both sat down on the couch.
"What does the old rascal want, I wonder?" Drogo thought out loud as he opened the envelope and pulled out two pieces of parchment. The letter went something like this:
My Dear Cousin Drogo,
I have just returned from my little trip through the Shire and I must say how it has changed! I never knew how dearly I missed it so when I returned from my travels to the mountains.
I hope you, Primula and dear little Frodo are well. I plan to stop by within the next couple of weeks, but unfortunately age is beginning to come upon me.....
Drogo had to laugh as he continued to read the letter outloud to his wife. "Bilbo had not aged a day the last time I saw him. he still looks as though he had just turned fifty."
"And how old is he dear?" asked Primula.
Drogo thought for a moment. "He is in his late eighties, I believe. I wouldn't be surprised if he passed Old Took...130!"
"Amazing." laughed Esmerelda, looking outside. "Well...if you two want a good date, you had better get moving. The last thing you poor hobbits want is to be stuck scouting through Buckland after midnight!"
Drogo nodded, folding the letter and placing it back into the envelope. "Esmerelda's right, m'deaer. What do you say we start out a little early? The moon is plenty full already."
Esmerelda chewed nervously on her lower lip as the happy couple headed for the main door to Brandy Hall.
"DO be careful," Esmerelda begged.
Drogo turned to look at her. "We shant be too late."
"Check on Frodo for us!" Primula called, waving. Soon they disappeared around the bend, and little did Esmerelda know that she would never see them again.