Thirteen is a Bad, Bad Number
Chapter Two:
Hey, This Isn't so Bad!
The three Hobbits had been sitting at the kitchen table talking quietly, waiting for the time when the children would awaken. They had only been sitting for about an hour when they heard quiet footsteps padding down the hall towards the kitchen.
They continued talking until the little figure stood in the doorway. "Good morning Tolman!" said Frodo in a cheery voice. The youngest for the Gamgee children, now named Gardener, stood there sleepily in his pajamas, sucking his thumb. His hair was a mess, and he looked like he had just woken up from a deep, deep sleep.
The three older Hobbits had to chuckle at the sight of the little child. Tolman, was indeed the youngest, smallest, and the most adorable. He took his thumb out of his mouth and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"Momma?" said Tolman, looking around for a sign of his Mother. Rose and Sam had told the children they were leaving the day before, and said that they would not see them the next morning, but being only a toddler, Tolman probably forgot, or just didn't understand what he had been told.
When he saw no sign of his Mother, or Father, his eyes welled up with tears, and he began to sniffle. "…Momma…" he said on a quiet, but squeaky voice. He still spoke like a baby, for he had only said his first word a month ago.
Frodo went over to the crying Hobbit child and picked him up. He carried him back to the chair at the table and rested him on his knee so that he was facing him. "Tolly, Momma and Papa went away for a little while. We're going to stay here and watch you and your brothers and sisters while they're gone, alright?" he said.
Tolman, or Tolly, as everyone called him, was still crying, but not as bad as he had been. He nodded and wiped the tears off his face using the back of his small hand. Frodo gave the little Hobbit a hug, and Tolly smiled. "…Uncle Fwodo..." he said quietly. This made Frodo laugh at the way Tolman said his name. He was surprised that he could say 'uncle' almost correctly, but he was still having a hard time saying any words that had 'R's in them.
He pulled Tolly away from him and turned him around. "You remember Uncle Merry and Uncle Pippin don't you?" he asked the child.
"Uh-huh…" he said, smiling at the other two older Hobbits. Merry and Pippin were always the favorites of the children's because they acted like little kids. Merry and Pippin smiled at him.
"Can you say hello to them?" asked Frodo, trying to encourage the shy child to speak. He had inherited his Father's shyness. Actually, all of Sam's children had, but some of them were beginning to grow out of it.
"Hewwo, Uncle Mewwy! Hewwo Uncle Pippy!" Tolly said in a louder, more excited tone than before. The two laughed. Merry leaned in and patted the child on the head, and messing up his hair even more than before. Pippin got up and picked the child up off of Frodo's lap. He carefully threw the child up in the air and caught him again. This caused Tolly to smile and giggle.
Pippin carried Tolly back over to the chair where he had been sitting, and rested the child on his lap. The three babysitters began to talk again, with the youngest of the Gardener children listening intently. It was then that they heard yet another pair of footsteps padding down the hallway.
Another figure, not much bigger than Tolman, stood in the doorway this time. In his pajamas, and hair messed up, as if he too had had a good nights sleep, the child stood there rubbing his eyes.
"Well look who it is!" said Merry, looking at the child. "How are you this fine morning, Robin?" he asked.
Robin stood there and blinked in confusion. "Uncle Mewwy?" he asked. Robin was the second youngest child, and still just a baby, he talked a little better than Tolman did.
"Well, don't forget us!" said Pippin. He smiled when he saw the look on the child's face. His eyes had widened at the sound of Pippin's voice, because from the doorway he had only noticed Merry. Robin gave a big smile when he noticed that all three of his favorite Uncles were there.
Robin slowly made his way over to the chair where Frodo sat. He stood in front of him and reached up towards Frodo. Frodo picked him up and put him on his lap so he could see across to the other side of the table where Merry and Pippin sat, with Pippin holding his younger brother.
Robin looked around and then said, "Momma and Papa go buh-byes?"
"Yes, they left this morning. We're going to watch you for a while. We'll have a lot of fun, won't we?" Merry said with a smirk on his face.
Robin and Tolly both smiled, for they knew what that meant. They'd probably end up playing the entire time, and they would love every moment of it.
"Hey, you guys," said Frodo. "Did you notice that so far the children have woken up starting with the youngest, and then going up to the second oldest?"
"Now that you mention it, yes," said Merry.
"Hmm… your right," said Pippin.
"I think we should wait and see if this little pattern continues…" said Frodo.
The five Hobbits sat there, and talked, waiting to see if the children really would continue to wake up in this order…
You asked for more, and I wrote it. I just wanted to thank all of the people who were kind enough to review this, and I'm very glad you liked it. Check back soon for additional chapters!
Chapter Two:
Hey, This Isn't so Bad!
The three Hobbits had been sitting at the kitchen table talking quietly, waiting for the time when the children would awaken. They had only been sitting for about an hour when they heard quiet footsteps padding down the hall towards the kitchen.
They continued talking until the little figure stood in the doorway. "Good morning Tolman!" said Frodo in a cheery voice. The youngest for the Gamgee children, now named Gardener, stood there sleepily in his pajamas, sucking his thumb. His hair was a mess, and he looked like he had just woken up from a deep, deep sleep.
The three older Hobbits had to chuckle at the sight of the little child. Tolman, was indeed the youngest, smallest, and the most adorable. He took his thumb out of his mouth and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"Momma?" said Tolman, looking around for a sign of his Mother. Rose and Sam had told the children they were leaving the day before, and said that they would not see them the next morning, but being only a toddler, Tolman probably forgot, or just didn't understand what he had been told.
When he saw no sign of his Mother, or Father, his eyes welled up with tears, and he began to sniffle. "…Momma…" he said on a quiet, but squeaky voice. He still spoke like a baby, for he had only said his first word a month ago.
Frodo went over to the crying Hobbit child and picked him up. He carried him back to the chair at the table and rested him on his knee so that he was facing him. "Tolly, Momma and Papa went away for a little while. We're going to stay here and watch you and your brothers and sisters while they're gone, alright?" he said.
Tolman, or Tolly, as everyone called him, was still crying, but not as bad as he had been. He nodded and wiped the tears off his face using the back of his small hand. Frodo gave the little Hobbit a hug, and Tolly smiled. "…Uncle Fwodo..." he said quietly. This made Frodo laugh at the way Tolman said his name. He was surprised that he could say 'uncle' almost correctly, but he was still having a hard time saying any words that had 'R's in them.
He pulled Tolly away from him and turned him around. "You remember Uncle Merry and Uncle Pippin don't you?" he asked the child.
"Uh-huh…" he said, smiling at the other two older Hobbits. Merry and Pippin were always the favorites of the children's because they acted like little kids. Merry and Pippin smiled at him.
"Can you say hello to them?" asked Frodo, trying to encourage the shy child to speak. He had inherited his Father's shyness. Actually, all of Sam's children had, but some of them were beginning to grow out of it.
"Hewwo, Uncle Mewwy! Hewwo Uncle Pippy!" Tolly said in a louder, more excited tone than before. The two laughed. Merry leaned in and patted the child on the head, and messing up his hair even more than before. Pippin got up and picked the child up off of Frodo's lap. He carefully threw the child up in the air and caught him again. This caused Tolly to smile and giggle.
Pippin carried Tolly back over to the chair where he had been sitting, and rested the child on his lap. The three babysitters began to talk again, with the youngest of the Gardener children listening intently. It was then that they heard yet another pair of footsteps padding down the hallway.
Another figure, not much bigger than Tolman, stood in the doorway this time. In his pajamas, and hair messed up, as if he too had had a good nights sleep, the child stood there rubbing his eyes.
"Well look who it is!" said Merry, looking at the child. "How are you this fine morning, Robin?" he asked.
Robin stood there and blinked in confusion. "Uncle Mewwy?" he asked. Robin was the second youngest child, and still just a baby, he talked a little better than Tolman did.
"Well, don't forget us!" said Pippin. He smiled when he saw the look on the child's face. His eyes had widened at the sound of Pippin's voice, because from the doorway he had only noticed Merry. Robin gave a big smile when he noticed that all three of his favorite Uncles were there.
Robin slowly made his way over to the chair where Frodo sat. He stood in front of him and reached up towards Frodo. Frodo picked him up and put him on his lap so he could see across to the other side of the table where Merry and Pippin sat, with Pippin holding his younger brother.
Robin looked around and then said, "Momma and Papa go buh-byes?"
"Yes, they left this morning. We're going to watch you for a while. We'll have a lot of fun, won't we?" Merry said with a smirk on his face.
Robin and Tolly both smiled, for they knew what that meant. They'd probably end up playing the entire time, and they would love every moment of it.
"Hey, you guys," said Frodo. "Did you notice that so far the children have woken up starting with the youngest, and then going up to the second oldest?"
"Now that you mention it, yes," said Merry.
"Hmm… your right," said Pippin.
"I think we should wait and see if this little pattern continues…" said Frodo.
The five Hobbits sat there, and talked, waiting to see if the children really would continue to wake up in this order…
You asked for more, and I wrote it. I just wanted to thank all of the people who were kind enough to review this, and I'm very glad you liked it. Check back soon for additional chapters!
