Chapter 2
A bit of concern
A/N: I completey forgot to write in the first chapter that it was Frodo's birthday party as well.since both he and Bilbo have the same birthday! Oops! Just wanted to clear that up. Sorry!
"Tell me the story of Tom Bombadil again," said Frodo as he sat on the overstuffed couch by the cackling fire later that afternoon. As it was mid-September, the days were getting shorter, and the little hobbit did not have as much time to play out doors as he did during the summer.
"Again?" Bilbo laughed as he stroked the lad's head of dark curls. Primula sat in her usual chair working on a scarf for Frodo and smiled. Frodo nodded and snuggled against Bilbo's chest. "Let's see now." He thought for a moment. "Old Tom Bombadil was a merry fellow; bright blue his jacket was and his boots were yellow, green were his girdle and his breeches all of leather."
Primula and Drogo immediately began saying the poem along with Bilbo: "He wore in his tall hat a swan-wing feather. He lived up under Hill, where the Withywindle ran from a grassy well down into the dingle." (By J.R.R. Tolkien. This can be found in The Tolkien Reader.a VERY helpful tool in writing these pre-LOTR stories)
Frodo suddenly sneezed loudly and his parents immediately looked over at him. "Bless you." Said Primula. "Are you feeling all right, sweetheart?"
Frodo nodded, wiping his little nose with the back of his hand, and then he stretched out so that his head lay on Bilbo's lap. Concern taking over, Bilbo placed a hand against the little one's forehead. "He doesn't feel warm at all, Primula."
Drogo chuckled. "Don't worry your head over a sneeze, dear."
"But look at the poor darling.he is dreadfully exhausted."
"He has been outside all morning and afternoon," Bilbo pointed out. "And I am sure our birthday party just tuckered him out."
"I don't want to take a nap," Frodo whined from his position.
Primula and Drogo glanced at each other. "Well."
"Do you want me to continue the story my little one?" Bilbo asked, stroking Frodo's cheek.
"Uh huh." Frodo turned over so that he was lying on his back, gazing up at the low ceiling. (Well.low for us, but normal for a hobbit)
"Very well."
Frodo closed his eyes as he listened to his Uncle Bilbo once more. His nose itched dreadfully and his throat was a bit sore. Before the lad knew it, he had fallen sound asleep.
A/N: I completey forgot to write in the first chapter that it was Frodo's birthday party as well.since both he and Bilbo have the same birthday! Oops! Just wanted to clear that up. Sorry!
"Tell me the story of Tom Bombadil again," said Frodo as he sat on the overstuffed couch by the cackling fire later that afternoon. As it was mid-September, the days were getting shorter, and the little hobbit did not have as much time to play out doors as he did during the summer.
"Again?" Bilbo laughed as he stroked the lad's head of dark curls. Primula sat in her usual chair working on a scarf for Frodo and smiled. Frodo nodded and snuggled against Bilbo's chest. "Let's see now." He thought for a moment. "Old Tom Bombadil was a merry fellow; bright blue his jacket was and his boots were yellow, green were his girdle and his breeches all of leather."
Primula and Drogo immediately began saying the poem along with Bilbo: "He wore in his tall hat a swan-wing feather. He lived up under Hill, where the Withywindle ran from a grassy well down into the dingle." (By J.R.R. Tolkien. This can be found in The Tolkien Reader.a VERY helpful tool in writing these pre-LOTR stories)
Frodo suddenly sneezed loudly and his parents immediately looked over at him. "Bless you." Said Primula. "Are you feeling all right, sweetheart?"
Frodo nodded, wiping his little nose with the back of his hand, and then he stretched out so that his head lay on Bilbo's lap. Concern taking over, Bilbo placed a hand against the little one's forehead. "He doesn't feel warm at all, Primula."
Drogo chuckled. "Don't worry your head over a sneeze, dear."
"But look at the poor darling.he is dreadfully exhausted."
"He has been outside all morning and afternoon," Bilbo pointed out. "And I am sure our birthday party just tuckered him out."
"I don't want to take a nap," Frodo whined from his position.
Primula and Drogo glanced at each other. "Well."
"Do you want me to continue the story my little one?" Bilbo asked, stroking Frodo's cheek.
"Uh huh." Frodo turned over so that he was lying on his back, gazing up at the low ceiling. (Well.low for us, but normal for a hobbit)
"Very well."
Frodo closed his eyes as he listened to his Uncle Bilbo once more. His nose itched dreadfully and his throat was a bit sore. Before the lad knew it, he had fallen sound asleep.