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Hello everyone who may be reading this! I hope you all enjoy this story. I have to say I hold it dear to my heart. I just wanted to make it clear that I accept all reviews. This story may be a Mary-Sue. I don't know for sure. But I ask you to give this story and I a chance. If you are going give me a bad review, please do it respectively. That's all I ask. Please let me know if I should continue to post this story up. Thank You!
Chapter 1:
"Pippin, we do not eat paste!"
May hustled over to the grinning six year old with paste running down his chin. Moving the year old Primrose to the left hip, May leaned down and snatched the cup of paste from Pippin.
"Pippin, paste does not belong in our mouths. Just like ink, worms, and your father's gardening tools," May explained to him.
"Yes, Aunt May!" Pippin squealed, thinking this was funny. May put the cup of paste in the high cub board where it couldn't be reached by any of the children. She then grabbed the towel draping over the sink near by to scrub the face of the paste-eating monster.
"I think your parents were right by giving you your name," May said wiping the white goo. "You're as bad as the original Pippin."
"Uncle Pippin?!" the young child exclaimed. He loved his father's friend very much.
"Yes, of course Uncle Pippin." She wiped the last bit of paste. "Go find Merry. Then you both go down to the stream and bring me some more water. The pail is by the back door."
Pippin nodded and screamed Merry's name. Soon, both children were running from the house to the stream.
Getting Primrose's bottle, she walked towards the living room that was connected to the small kitchen. In the center of the room, Goldilocks ( 4 ), Hamfast ( 3 ), and Daisy ( 2 ) were entertaining themselves with all the toys scattered across the room. May walked across the room, carefully avoiding the building blocks that were covering most of the floor. Her rocking chair, which was made by Sam, was covered in soft blankets. Moving the stuff bear occupying it at the moment, May took a seat to feed Primrose her bottle. Propping her elbow upon a pillow to comfort her arm, May let Primrose lay back and rest before holding her bottle out for her to drink. Primrose eagerly drank from it.
It was at that time that young Rose ( 10 ) came into the room. May could clearly see that she finished her skirt that she had been making for the last four weeks.
"Aunt May! I finished it!" Rose held the light blue skirt out for May to see.
The skirt would fit Rose well, that May knew for sure. The skirt it self was sown together beautifully. In a few years, May thought Rose could be the best sewer in the entire Shire. She had such a talent for it. "Rose, it looks wonderful! Put it on so I can see. Your mother will be here any time. It would be a great surprise for her to see you wearing it."
Rose nodded and took off to one of the bedrooms.
The three year old Hamfast pointed at the running Rose. "Where's Rose going?"
"She'll be back Hamfast. Rose wants to look pretty for when momma comes to get you," May explained.
Hamfast took that as an explanation and continued to play with Goldilocks. May watched each child closely. This was her last day taking care of them while Rosie was teaching. It made May wonder how she was going to having a living job. Sitting the Gamgee children were her way of life. Most mothers of the Shire do not work when they have children. That only meant there were not children in the area that needed a sitter. If only.
'If only' have been the only words May has thought about these past days. If only Rosie would want to go back teaching and need May as a sitter. If only there were other hobbit children who need sitters. If only she had the money to live as she was now. If only she had a husband. If only she had a child of her own.
But it was time for May to wake up. Those "if only" 's were never going to be possible. Though she was still young, she knew she would never find a husband. May had gone to parties in her years but she was always in a big group. No one had ever striked her fancy. Most of her friends were married by now. Some even had children and they were the same age as her!
Primrose had finished her bottle by then. May loosened it from her mouth and set it near by. She then leaned Primrose on her shoulder that was draped with a cloth and patted her on the back to burp her. Tomorrow after lunch, May decided she would walk to Hobbiton. There she would visit the bakery or the doctor to see if they need any employees.
The very plump Rosie toddled her way through her sister-in-law's house to the living room. Eight months pregnant, her back was killing her. Rosie smiled when thinking of not going back to work the next day or the next day after that. In fact, never! Rosie did love teaching but she missed her family too much. It was indeed her time to quite her teaching job. "May?" Rosie said coming around the corner.
Two delightful little children came running towards her, each receiving a hug and a kiss from their mother. Little Daisy was right behind them. "How are my wonderful children today? Did you have fun today with Aunt May?" They all nodded their heads. That was when the two troublesome boys came in from fetching the water at the spring. "Mommy!" They shouted, coming in. "Merry! What on Middle Earth did you do to your brother?" Rosie demanded of him. Pippin was indeed a mess once again. He was covered in mud head to toe.
Pippin giggled. "It wasn't Merry's fault. I tripped in the mud!"
"I will not have a pig for a son, Pippin. And neither will your father. I suggest you say goodbye to Aunt May and head on home to get clean this very instant."
Pippin nodded. "Bye Aunt May!" He waved and bounced out of the house with Merry on his heals.
Rosie shook her head at her two sons. "Those two are the causes of my gray hair, not my age."
"Mom?" Rose came to the living room with her new skirt that she had finished earlier today. "Do you like it?" She twirled in a slow circle.
"My darling! It's wonderful! It fits you perfectly!" Rosie beamed. "You have such a talent Rose."
"Thanks mum!"
"Keep the skirt on for your father to see when he gets home."
"When is he coming home?" Rose asked her mother.
"I don't know for sure. A new gentlehobbit moved into the Shire. He wanted to meet with him before he came home tonight."
"Where from?" May asked
"I believe Sam said a little village near Lake Evendim," Rosie said. "Well children of mine, we should be one our way. Elanor is making supper right now for us. Rose, could you please carry Primrose for me? I haven't had the best of day today."
"Of course, Mother." May sat up and carried Primrose to Rose. Rose held her carefully.
"Thank you once again May. I can't thank you enough. You must come to dinner this Friday night. Pippin and Merry are coming over. Pippin and Diamond are coming and Merry is bringing a new someone. I happen to think this one is the girl for him," Rosie winked.
May laughed. "I hope so. I will have to see but I will keep the dinner in mind. Thank you Rosie." She gave Rosie a hug and walked with them out side. May waved off her nieces and nephew, and she went back inside to make dinner for herself, alone.
Hello everyone who may be reading this! I hope you all enjoy this story. I have to say I hold it dear to my heart. I just wanted to make it clear that I accept all reviews. This story may be a Mary-Sue. I don't know for sure. But I ask you to give this story and I a chance. If you are going give me a bad review, please do it respectively. That's all I ask. Please let me know if I should continue to post this story up. Thank You!
Chapter 1:
"Pippin, we do not eat paste!"
May hustled over to the grinning six year old with paste running down his chin. Moving the year old Primrose to the left hip, May leaned down and snatched the cup of paste from Pippin.
"Pippin, paste does not belong in our mouths. Just like ink, worms, and your father's gardening tools," May explained to him.
"Yes, Aunt May!" Pippin squealed, thinking this was funny. May put the cup of paste in the high cub board where it couldn't be reached by any of the children. She then grabbed the towel draping over the sink near by to scrub the face of the paste-eating monster.
"I think your parents were right by giving you your name," May said wiping the white goo. "You're as bad as the original Pippin."
"Uncle Pippin?!" the young child exclaimed. He loved his father's friend very much.
"Yes, of course Uncle Pippin." She wiped the last bit of paste. "Go find Merry. Then you both go down to the stream and bring me some more water. The pail is by the back door."
Pippin nodded and screamed Merry's name. Soon, both children were running from the house to the stream.
Getting Primrose's bottle, she walked towards the living room that was connected to the small kitchen. In the center of the room, Goldilocks ( 4 ), Hamfast ( 3 ), and Daisy ( 2 ) were entertaining themselves with all the toys scattered across the room. May walked across the room, carefully avoiding the building blocks that were covering most of the floor. Her rocking chair, which was made by Sam, was covered in soft blankets. Moving the stuff bear occupying it at the moment, May took a seat to feed Primrose her bottle. Propping her elbow upon a pillow to comfort her arm, May let Primrose lay back and rest before holding her bottle out for her to drink. Primrose eagerly drank from it.
It was at that time that young Rose ( 10 ) came into the room. May could clearly see that she finished her skirt that she had been making for the last four weeks.
"Aunt May! I finished it!" Rose held the light blue skirt out for May to see.
The skirt would fit Rose well, that May knew for sure. The skirt it self was sown together beautifully. In a few years, May thought Rose could be the best sewer in the entire Shire. She had such a talent for it. "Rose, it looks wonderful! Put it on so I can see. Your mother will be here any time. It would be a great surprise for her to see you wearing it."
Rose nodded and took off to one of the bedrooms.
The three year old Hamfast pointed at the running Rose. "Where's Rose going?"
"She'll be back Hamfast. Rose wants to look pretty for when momma comes to get you," May explained.
Hamfast took that as an explanation and continued to play with Goldilocks. May watched each child closely. This was her last day taking care of them while Rosie was teaching. It made May wonder how she was going to having a living job. Sitting the Gamgee children were her way of life. Most mothers of the Shire do not work when they have children. That only meant there were not children in the area that needed a sitter. If only.
'If only' have been the only words May has thought about these past days. If only Rosie would want to go back teaching and need May as a sitter. If only there were other hobbit children who need sitters. If only she had the money to live as she was now. If only she had a husband. If only she had a child of her own.
But it was time for May to wake up. Those "if only" 's were never going to be possible. Though she was still young, she knew she would never find a husband. May had gone to parties in her years but she was always in a big group. No one had ever striked her fancy. Most of her friends were married by now. Some even had children and they were the same age as her!
Primrose had finished her bottle by then. May loosened it from her mouth and set it near by. She then leaned Primrose on her shoulder that was draped with a cloth and patted her on the back to burp her. Tomorrow after lunch, May decided she would walk to Hobbiton. There she would visit the bakery or the doctor to see if they need any employees.
The very plump Rosie toddled her way through her sister-in-law's house to the living room. Eight months pregnant, her back was killing her. Rosie smiled when thinking of not going back to work the next day or the next day after that. In fact, never! Rosie did love teaching but she missed her family too much. It was indeed her time to quite her teaching job. "May?" Rosie said coming around the corner.
Two delightful little children came running towards her, each receiving a hug and a kiss from their mother. Little Daisy was right behind them. "How are my wonderful children today? Did you have fun today with Aunt May?" They all nodded their heads. That was when the two troublesome boys came in from fetching the water at the spring. "Mommy!" They shouted, coming in. "Merry! What on Middle Earth did you do to your brother?" Rosie demanded of him. Pippin was indeed a mess once again. He was covered in mud head to toe.
Pippin giggled. "It wasn't Merry's fault. I tripped in the mud!"
"I will not have a pig for a son, Pippin. And neither will your father. I suggest you say goodbye to Aunt May and head on home to get clean this very instant."
Pippin nodded. "Bye Aunt May!" He waved and bounced out of the house with Merry on his heals.
Rosie shook her head at her two sons. "Those two are the causes of my gray hair, not my age."
"Mom?" Rose came to the living room with her new skirt that she had finished earlier today. "Do you like it?" She twirled in a slow circle.
"My darling! It's wonderful! It fits you perfectly!" Rosie beamed. "You have such a talent Rose."
"Thanks mum!"
"Keep the skirt on for your father to see when he gets home."
"When is he coming home?" Rose asked her mother.
"I don't know for sure. A new gentlehobbit moved into the Shire. He wanted to meet with him before he came home tonight."
"Where from?" May asked
"I believe Sam said a little village near Lake Evendim," Rosie said. "Well children of mine, we should be one our way. Elanor is making supper right now for us. Rose, could you please carry Primrose for me? I haven't had the best of day today."
"Of course, Mother." May sat up and carried Primrose to Rose. Rose held her carefully.
"Thank you once again May. I can't thank you enough. You must come to dinner this Friday night. Pippin and Merry are coming over. Pippin and Diamond are coming and Merry is bringing a new someone. I happen to think this one is the girl for him," Rosie winked.
May laughed. "I hope so. I will have to see but I will keep the dinner in mind. Thank you Rosie." She gave Rosie a hug and walked with them out side. May waved off her nieces and nephew, and she went back inside to make dinner for herself, alone.