Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. J.R.R. Tolkien does.

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Hi. :) I first posted the Plot Generator Tales back in 2015. I'm now back to finish my versions of the plot generators' story summaries. The first two full stories I wrote for this collection were Frodo Baggins, the Vampire and Lord Baggins. I hope this fanfic works out well. :)

Here we go. :)

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Bilbo Baggins stormed into the nursery. He nearly choked on his own vomit at the sight of his cousin, Primula Baggins, giving birth. He wanted to leave this room so badly. He almost did until he was stopped by Elrond Half-elven, who demanded to see him out in the Last Homely House's hall. Bilbo followed the dark-haired elven lord at once. The last thing he wanted to do was faint.

Elrond waited until the older hobbit closed the door before speaking to him. "You know we can't leave her alone. Your cousin, Drogo Baggins, tends to his wife." He grinned. "You three are more than welcome to stay in Rivendell, if that is your sole wish."

"Drogo and Primula have stayed in Rivendell for ten months. Primula gives birth today." Bilbo said, reluctantly. "I never should have brought them here."

"Yet you did." Elrond said with comfort. "Do not fear. I won't keep you long."

"AAAAHHHHH!" Primula's screams could be heard from the other side of the door.

Bilbo grimaced, shaking his head profusely. "This was a mistake. The children should be born in the Shire, where they are safe and out of harm's way."

"What would you have me do?" Elrond asked, courteously.

"The children shall stay here in Rivendell." The hobbit nodded. "Yes. That is the best idea. They won't know the outside world until they are ready. By then, all will be well."

"Let us hope so." Elrond said, patting his shoulder.

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Minutes passed before the door opened, revealing an elf midwife. She gave a somber look, as she approached Bilbo and Elrond.

"There were twins." The midwife said, lowering her head. "The firstborn died, but the second born lives. It's a boy."

"Does he have a name?" Bilbo asked, curious.

The midwife didn't answer. Instead, she opened the door. "You may go in."

Bilbo entered the room. The walls were rounded and the windows were open. There was a bed in the middle of the room. Chairs were set around the bed, while a table stood in a corner. There was a basin filled with water, which the nurses cleansed their hands of blood. And there, resting on the bed, was Primula, holding a blanket wrapped bundle in her arms. Drogo sat next to her in one of the red leafed chairs, kissing his wife affectionately. He turned to Bilbo, gesturing him to move closer.

"Bilbo, meet Frodo." Drogo said with a wide smile.

"Can I hold him?" Bilbo asked, curious.

"Here. Mind his head." Primula passed her son onto her older cousin.

Bilbo cradled the newborn, watching the babe with tender eyes. The child warmed his heart, made him feel like, if it was possible, he could make Frodo his heir. But this seemed like a feat. Right now, the child had been born and that was all anyone was concerned with for today.

"Frodo." Bilbo murmured the infant's name. "You shall grow up to be the best hobbit you can be. I'll even teach you about elves and how to write. Would you like that?" The infant stared at him with wide blue eyes. He was curious. That was good, Bilbo thought. The older hobbit smiled, enjoying his time with little Frodo. He returned to Primula, passing the infant boy back to her. "He'll be a good hobbit."

"I hope so." Drogo said, uncertain of the child's fate. "You never can tell what a child will be until they grow up."

"I'm guessing." Bilbo said with a shrug.

"My little Frodo!" Primula whispered to her baby. She was glowing. Bilbo was happy for her. She brought new life into the world. He couldn't have been prouder.

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Thanks for reading. :)