A/N: Thanks for all those favorites and follows you guys! I'd like some comments, too.
Sincerely from Erebor,
Rosie
DISCLAIMER: I only own the unnamed baby.
Considerations For The Future
BILBO
We'd camped in a quite merry vale, but it might as well have been the blackest of forests to Thorin and I.
Our meeting spot was beneath a number of vines from a tree, looking about on the others. I was already rounding out and softening, the smallest baby's bump beneath my waistcoat. The pregnancy would be short, a mere three to five months
in normal dwarf timings and Gandalf let us know it was a girl after Thorin awoke the previous night.
"Thorin? The first things we have to consider- will she be Mistress of Bag End or Queen of Erebor?" I asked quietly, taking his hand. I felt him stiffen slightly, then allow himself to relax.
He looked at me, unusually tender, and moved our hands over to where our daughter squirmed and kicked. "'Tis your choice, Bilbo. You carry this girl- I merely put her into you." He said, smiling. Thorin looked at my middle.
"I believe I could adjust better to life in the West, than you could to our kingdom." He reasoned. "This child wasn't born to sell jewels and be a princess."
I nodded. "Then, we must be married. Bella's already half-dwarf, she doesn't need to be rumoured as illegitimate."
"Bella?" Thorin's eyebrows flew to his hairline.
"It's a nice Shire name! What about Maura?" I laughed in spite of my sober mood.
"Perhaps...Arya suits her more? Or Killían?"
I smiled and gave him a small peck on the hand. "We'll discuss baby names later."
"Your birthing will be difficult if we're not anywhere safe."
The baby kicked hard, leaving me trembling slightly. My head hurt as I imagined giving this girl life in some dark cavern or the middle of a forest- we'd barely escaped the wargs the week previous to concieving our daughter.
"Oh dear." I panted, feeling her kicking a storm inside of my belly. "She's already saying no to that. Where can we find safety?"
"I may answer that, Master Baggins."
Gandalf walked toward us. "We are near an old friend of mine and from there, I have a solution so that you, Thorin, and a chosen mid...er...dwarf may accompany me."
Thorin's hand stroked my belly, sating her kicks. "Anything to ensure our daughter is safe. She is of two peoples, the first of her kind. The line of Durin will endure."
"Gladly so, my dear dwarf. Also, I heard a naming debate- may I suggest," He picked a dark blue flower. "Froda?"
A/N: So here we end, for the second chapter! Now, we have a prompt for comments- vote for Lady Oakenshield-Baggins' name! The choices are the five above: Froda, Killian, Arya (yes, I watch GoT and read the books), Maura, and Bella.
Sincerely from Erebor,
Rosie