A Place for Him
By; Baggins'babe
Disclaimer; I don't own anything.
The leaves were always lovely tints of red, orange, and fading greens in Buckland this time of year. Today was certainly no exception. Fighting winter's chill already the warm air battled as it floated through the atmosphere.
Drogo was sitting on pins and needles as the midwife tapped him on the shoulder. "Mr. Baggins, your wife is about to give birth an-." There was obviously no need to say more Drogo was already up and running. In his excitement to see this miracle he tripped over the rug and landed flat on his face. His complexion flustered red out of embarrassment, and partly pain as he rushed to his wife's side.
Bilbo chuckled at this. He knew it was awkward for him to be there, but Drogo was a Baggins and just because he moved to Buckland doesn't make Bilbo love him any less. Of course there were countless of other family members he could be spending his own birthday with, but you're only born once. Somehow Drogo was different than everyone else he knew; smart, witty, and never as stuck up as Bilbo's other relatives.
The silence of the falling leaves was shattered as the outcries of a newborn echoed through the halls. Brief were the child's screams and ended as soon as his needs were met. Bilbo waited patiently until Primula came out with her little bundle of joy. Drogo looked the epitome of pride as the new family strolled down the hallway. Poor Primula was nothing short of a mess; strands of hair rebelled from her bun and clung to her red face.
A crowd of kin swarmed around the new life. All the hobbits gapped at the magnificence and glory contained within the child's deep blue eyes. The hustle and bustle of the gathering proved to be too much for Bilbo so he stayed in the back, disappointed.
Drogo peered around and about the group for his cousin. His eyes drifted to the far end. "Bilbo!" he shouted as he motioned with his hand signifying a plead for his presence. Everyone stepped aside to honor the new father's wish. The eighty-eight-year-old hobbit passed through the assembly. All eyes were on Bilbo as he approached the infant. The Halflings resumed to their business as they figured it would be the family's wishes that introductions would be given personally.
"Bilbo, would you like to hold him?" Primula asked.
"I couldn't, not before the father of course." Bilbo replied.
"Believe me Bilbo; I've done enough of tending to that boy for tonight." Drogo reassured. Primula placed the baby into the hobbit's soft, warm hands.
"His name is Frodo." Primula softly informed.
"Frodo? hmm... can't say I've ever heard that name before. It is nice and strong perfect for a fine boy like this." Bilbo stroked his finger under the boy's chin. Frodo cooed then smiled which made Bilbo laugh. His chuckling was hearty but not abrupt and playful yet soothing they both felt comfortable.
"Time is pressing and you've got plenty of others to see before the night is through, Frodo, lad." And with that last comment Bilbo handed the boy back to his mother and disappeared into the crowd something he's become renowned for.
The leaves were always lovely tints of red, orange, and fading greens in Buckland this time of year. Today was certainly no exception. Fighting winter's chill already the warm air battled as it floated through the atmosphere.
Drogo was sitting on pins and needles as the midwife tapped him on the shoulder. "Mr. Baggins, your wife is about to give birth an-." There was obviously no need to say more Drogo was already up and running. In his excitement to see this miracle he tripped over the rug and landed flat on his face. His complexion flustered red out of embarrassment, and partly pain as he rushed to his wife's side.
Bilbo chuckled at this. He knew it was awkward for him to be there, but Drogo was a Baggins and just because he moved to Buckland doesn't make Bilbo love him any less. Of course there were countless of other family members he could be spending his own birthday with, but you're only born once. Somehow Drogo was different than everyone else he knew; smart, witty, and never as stuck up as Bilbo's other relatives.
The silence of the falling leaves was shattered as the outcries of a newborn echoed through the halls. Brief were the child's screams and ended as soon as his needs were met. Bilbo waited patiently until Primula came out with her little bundle of joy. Drogo looked the epitome of pride as the new family strolled down the hallway. Poor Primula was nothing short of a mess; strands of hair rebelled from her bun and clung to her red face.
A crowd of kin swarmed around the new life. All the hobbits gapped at the magnificence and glory contained within the child's deep blue eyes. The hustle and bustle of the gathering proved to be too much for Bilbo so he stayed in the back, disappointed.
Drogo peered around and about the group for his cousin. His eyes drifted to the far end. "Bilbo!" he shouted as he motioned with his hand signifying a plead for his presence. Everyone stepped aside to honor the new father's wish. The eighty-eight-year-old hobbit passed through the assembly. All eyes were on Bilbo as he approached the infant. The Halflings resumed to their business as they figured it would be the family's wishes that introductions would be given personally.
"Bilbo, would you like to hold him?" Primula asked.
"I couldn't, not before the father of course." Bilbo replied.
"Believe me Bilbo; I've done enough of tending to that boy for tonight." Drogo reassured. Primula placed the baby into the hobbit's soft, warm hands.
"His name is Frodo." Primula softly informed.
"Frodo? hmm... can't say I've ever heard that name before. It is nice and strong perfect for a fine boy like this." Bilbo stroked his finger under the boy's chin. Frodo cooed then smiled which made Bilbo laugh. His chuckling was hearty but not abrupt and playful yet soothing they both felt comfortable.
"Time is pressing and you've got plenty of others to see before the night is through, Frodo, lad." And with that last comment Bilbo handed the boy back to his mother and disappeared into the crowd something he's become renowned for.