Disclaimer: I believe everyone knows the drill. I don't own Middle-earth, nor any of the characters created by Tolkien. I do, however, claim Thilglîn Dorian, Anara Marigold, Isilda Miran, and young Rómárë (also the elvish names Elehín and Niewen) for Tolkien never mentioned such nor wrote about them. I hope he forgives me this.
Being the Epilogue of . . . .
With The Rising and Setting of Anar
"My love," Primula breathed, her sapphire eyes sparkling with unshed tears. The babe slept contently in her arms, dreaming dreams that only the Ainur see fit to grant the young. "The Elves name him Rómárë, for the Darkness in the East has gone and he is born at the dawning of a new age. But you have given this to us, Frodo--my son," she said and tears suddenly fell down her pale cheeks. "You have saved us from the night and offered us the day. I would have you name him."
Frodo looked at his mother, and she smiled such a smile that none had ever bestowed upon him before. Leastwise, he could never remember such. In her eyes, Frodo saw a love that he had never known. The simple love that a mother holds for her child. He smiled, and a single tear rolled down his cheek.
"What would you name him?" she asked.
Frodo looked at the babe and his heart ached in such a way that it affected his entire insides. He did not understand this, only knew it had been happening ever since he had stepped on the great Elvish ship and had continued ever on. He wondered at it.
"May I?" he asked finally, and with a smile laced with approval, Primula handed Frodo the babe. Warm in his arms, Rómárë whimpered, and his large eyes cracked open at the last to regard Frodo in such a way that only the young may accomplish. In such a disquieting way that can alarm any and all into believing that this child knew. Knew your weaknesses and desires, your thoughts and your feelings. Rómárë had this and more.
The babe's eyes were a deep brown, like the Shire's soil after a midsummer's rain—rich with the prospect of new life. They danced with a strange and, yet, familar light, one in which Frodo recognized and missed above all else.
"Sam," he breathed, for the babe had the gardener's look--stubborn and set about his ways. With a wistful smile, Frodo looked to his mother. "I would name him Samwise," he said.
Primula noted the look that passed over her son's features and not for the first time mourned so many years lost to such a greedy creature as Time. She had heard tales from Gandalf and Bilbo, even, of what Frodo had gone through to destroy what had once been known as nothing more than a "silly little trinket," but Primula knew that she would never fully understand her son's pain and torment, for she had not been there like she had for her Thilgîn, Isilda and Anara, or like she would be for Rómárë. For Samwise.
She smiled through her tears. "Sam."
Frodo laid the babe back in their mother's arms and took a step back.
"My little Samwise," she cooed, cuddling her hobbit-babe close. So long ago, she had done the same to a bright-eyed squalling babe who had gazed up at her with eyes much like her very own.
He stood now next to her, a hobbit grown.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, my faithful companions, here my telling comes to an end. I am afraid Gandalf becomes hesitant to continue the tale no matter my urgings. He believes Frodo deserves his rest and the book ought to be closed. I understand, though I am not so sure this is the end of Frodo's adventures. I think I may have a word with the delightful hobbit (do not mention this to Gandalf! You know how touchy he can be) and talk to him of his dear brothers and sister, for I do not believe the tale has ended, not yet at any rate. But we shall see.
*Concerning Names*
Of the name Elehín:
Ele is a crude Elvish exclamation meaning 'behold'. (The Elvish word 'star' was later derived from ele, which the Elves cried when first they beheld the stars. Hence, Frodo was not completely off in his assumption that ele meant 'star'.) Hín literally translates to 'child'.
Of the name Niewen:
Named after Nienor, meaning 'mourning', daughter of Húrin and Morwen.
When Primula came across the Sea her eyes held naught save a vast emptiness. Her sorrow did not dim until the birth of Dorian, Frodo's younger brother.
The Elves called her Niewen, 'She Who is in Mourning'.
Of the name Thilglîn:
Born with eyes so light as to be almost silver in hue, the Elves called him Thilglîn, 'Glance of Silver Light'. It was not until Dorian was two that Drogo and Primula realized their second born was blind.
Sil- is 'shine (with white or silver light)'. Glîn is 'gleam'.
Of the names Isilda and Anara:
In the Ancient days two trees were grown and nurtured in Valinor: Telperion and Laurelin. They brought light to a world of darkness and failed only when Melkor sought to destroy them. At the last, Yavanna, the Giver of Fruits, saved from Telperion a single silver flower and from Laurelin a fruit of gold. With them she created the Moon and Sun.
Thus, when Miran was born the Moon was full and the Elves called him Isilda, and called Marigold Anara, for she was born the following day just as the Sun reached its zenith.
Isilda is translated to mean 'Of the Moon' in the Elvish tongue; Isil being what the Vanyar first named the Moon. Anara translates to 'Of the Sun'; Anar being the Quenya word for 'Sun'.
Of the name Rómárë:
Born after the Dark Lord was vanquished. The Elves called him Rómárë, 'A New Beginning', for he was the first child born in the West during the Fourth Age.
Rómen literally translates to 'sunrise'. Árë literally translates to 'sunlight'.