Thanks to Maura for Betaring
Mother Love
Finally a bit of peace and quiet, and I have you all to myself, my little Baggins. I feel I can finally draw breath and introduce myself to you properly. You've met so many relations, and you've only been here a sevenday. Seems like the knocker would fall off the door until we gave up and just propped it open. It's still nice weather for September, and I like to feel the breeze.
You've been peered at by most of Buckland, a good part of Tuckborough and even a few from Hobbiton. What do you make of all these faces, baby dear? You've shown good taste so far. You slept through Saradoc's visit, screamed fit to burst at Antirrhinum, and so far only allowed Bilbo to pick you up with out crying or burping or throwing up. Or -in the case of Milo - all three simultaneously. A regular Baggins fountain you are.
Let me count your toes again, Frodo Baggins-Brandybuck mine. This game neither of us will tire of. Five on this foot and five on the other, furry as should be. Yes, see, they are all there. Ten tiny toes, eight curled fingers and two thumbs for sucking, one button mushroom nose, one pout for a mouth, two tiny pointy ears, and eyes so blue they take away the breath of everyone who sees you. Mean folk say that all babes are born with blue eyes and yours will no doubt darken to brown, but I think not. You have the most beautiful eyes, my changeling child. More beautiful than any storybook elf's, and if a dwarf saw them he would think his finest sapphires cheap by comparison.
You're looking at me now, aren't you. Glad to have a bit of time to ourselves.
Thank goodness Bilbo dragged Drogo off to the inn. At first your father looked more likely to faint than I; then he looked so pale and wan you'd have thought he birthed you himself. Now he's all puffed up like a rooster, ready to crow. You would think you were the first hobbit babe ever to be born.
I have two Bagginses all my own to tend now. What, hungry, Frodo mite? About your teatime, is it?
I love you so already my little lover. I wonder where all this love came from? Not long ago you were not even thought of, barely a dream, a possibility we had all but given up on. And now here you are, ready to grab the world with both those fists - but first, you would rather grab dinner. All right, here it is.
You look up at me with those eyes, as if you see me and know me already. As if you have so many things to tell me, so many questions to ask. But we'll have long years for all those stories and questions. I've so much to teach you and you've so much to teach me. We will take our steps together, Frodo mine. I'll watch you grow, and play, and get into all sorts of mischief, and chase girls, and one day have a babe of your own so you can know how I feel. But right now, you are all for me and I am all for you and we just have each other - till your Da gets back from the Inn.
I have so many little outfits waiting for you. Even little waistcoats, which Esmy said I was a ninny to take so much time to embroider. She doesn't understand yet.
Oh my Frodo, you will be so treasured, so loved. You took your time in coming to me but now you are here, I will never let you go, never let you from my sight.
Was that a yawn or a burp? You're dribbling too. O, a yawn - a fist scrubbing at an eye. Settle where you are then my tiny elf, rest against your mother. There's more milk when you want it and a shawl now to tuck around you. We'll rock awhile by the fire and I will sing you to sleep; my Frodo, my blessing, my son.
Mother Love
Finally a bit of peace and quiet, and I have you all to myself, my little Baggins. I feel I can finally draw breath and introduce myself to you properly. You've met so many relations, and you've only been here a sevenday. Seems like the knocker would fall off the door until we gave up and just propped it open. It's still nice weather for September, and I like to feel the breeze.
You've been peered at by most of Buckland, a good part of Tuckborough and even a few from Hobbiton. What do you make of all these faces, baby dear? You've shown good taste so far. You slept through Saradoc's visit, screamed fit to burst at Antirrhinum, and so far only allowed Bilbo to pick you up with out crying or burping or throwing up. Or -in the case of Milo - all three simultaneously. A regular Baggins fountain you are.
Let me count your toes again, Frodo Baggins-Brandybuck mine. This game neither of us will tire of. Five on this foot and five on the other, furry as should be. Yes, see, they are all there. Ten tiny toes, eight curled fingers and two thumbs for sucking, one button mushroom nose, one pout for a mouth, two tiny pointy ears, and eyes so blue they take away the breath of everyone who sees you. Mean folk say that all babes are born with blue eyes and yours will no doubt darken to brown, but I think not. You have the most beautiful eyes, my changeling child. More beautiful than any storybook elf's, and if a dwarf saw them he would think his finest sapphires cheap by comparison.
You're looking at me now, aren't you. Glad to have a bit of time to ourselves.
Thank goodness Bilbo dragged Drogo off to the inn. At first your father looked more likely to faint than I; then he looked so pale and wan you'd have thought he birthed you himself. Now he's all puffed up like a rooster, ready to crow. You would think you were the first hobbit babe ever to be born.
I have two Bagginses all my own to tend now. What, hungry, Frodo mite? About your teatime, is it?
I love you so already my little lover. I wonder where all this love came from? Not long ago you were not even thought of, barely a dream, a possibility we had all but given up on. And now here you are, ready to grab the world with both those fists - but first, you would rather grab dinner. All right, here it is.
You look up at me with those eyes, as if you see me and know me already. As if you have so many things to tell me, so many questions to ask. But we'll have long years for all those stories and questions. I've so much to teach you and you've so much to teach me. We will take our steps together, Frodo mine. I'll watch you grow, and play, and get into all sorts of mischief, and chase girls, and one day have a babe of your own so you can know how I feel. But right now, you are all for me and I am all for you and we just have each other - till your Da gets back from the Inn.
I have so many little outfits waiting for you. Even little waistcoats, which Esmy said I was a ninny to take so much time to embroider. She doesn't understand yet.
Oh my Frodo, you will be so treasured, so loved. You took your time in coming to me but now you are here, I will never let you go, never let you from my sight.
Was that a yawn or a burp? You're dribbling too. O, a yawn - a fist scrubbing at an eye. Settle where you are then my tiny elf, rest against your mother. There's more milk when you want it and a shawl now to tuck around you. We'll rock awhile by the fire and I will sing you to sleep; my Frodo, my blessing, my son.