Drogo ran out of the room as fast as his little hobbit feet would carry him leaving Primula's parents dumbfounded. Daisy lifted up her skirt and followed Drogo into the hallway.
Mirabella clutched the tiny blanket to her breasts. The silky material made tears swell beneath her eyelids. Gorbadoc put his arm around his wife. The puffs of smoke came less frequently from the antique pipe. Mirabella laid her head upon her husband's shoulder and her hand rested on his breast pocket where he kept his pipe weed. "My baby…," her voice cracked and gave way to more tears.
The tiny azure blanket fell to the floor in a pile. There was a small thud from the long silver needles. And it was nothing but a thud in their ears for the thoughts of their daughter and grandchild where as loud as bells.
* * *
Drogo opened the door to where Primmy lay. The room smelled of incense and antiques wood all mixed together as a relaxing medley to the senses.
The bed itself was made from a dark hard wood and polish to a glossy shine. The canopy was a large satin dolly that went well with the shear curtains which had been pulled all around the bed.
Primmy lay helpless with her eyes closed. Her full lips were apart.
Drogo came towards her, his eyes focused only on her. He pulled the curtain open on one side and laid her hand upon hers and blesses her lips with a gentle kiss.
"Drogo…you're here." She opens her eyes. She knew it was him before she saw him. His skin had a certain texture that was all his own, his hair had a modest curl and hung a certain way when he laughed, and his hands and lips connected with her body as if he was all her own and she his. They were the perfect couple and now their child would inherit the best of them both.
Primmy touched his curled and smile up at him.
"How are you, love," Drogo smiled
"It hurts. When will it be over?"
"Soon, Primmy. Soon." He kissed her forehead.
The door creaks open further. Daisy stepped in followed by Dandy Willowhollow "Primmy, a doctor's here."
Primmy lifts her head. "But, I though you would help, Daisy."
"This is beyond my skills as a midwife," Daisy said regrettably. Dandy stepped forward. Drogo rose slowly looking at Dandy.
"What is going on. Beyond your skill-what?" Drogo shook his head. His blue eyes searched for answers. He looked to Daisy "Daisy?"
"May I speak to you in private, Mr. Baggins?" Dandy held his arm out to him.
"Of course." He follows Dandy out of the room and into the hall. Dandy cracks the door so not to disturb Primmy and Daisy.
"What is going on, Dandy?" Drogo's expression turned serious.
"Don't be alarmed, Mr. Baggins. Daisy came to me asking my help and skills in this matter. Prim, is having difficulty with this delivery. I have examined her closely in the past. She is not made to deliver a child-"
"What are you saying?"
"Rather than put her through even more pain and risk her life and the baby's life as well we will have to take the child."
Drogo could not believe his ears. He closed his eyes, holding back the tears. His fist quivering at his chest.
"Mr. Baggins-"
"Do it. Save my child and Primmy."
Dandy laid his head on his shoulder. "You are making the right choice."
"I hope so. For Primmy's sake."
* * *
The twilight of the morning flooded the room with light Primula lay unconscious in bed while Drogo sleeps in a chair next to her. He holds a tiny bundle to his chest. Its hand clasps his shirt.
The baby begins to stir in a white blanket. Drogo, who wasn't much of a deep sleeper awakens into the light. The baby cries loudly. Drogo cradles the baby to his breast rocking him soundly.
Primmy stirs awake under the warmth of the light. Strands of hair fall from her eyes to the pillow. She looks at Drogo smiling. "Drogo."
He looks up at her. "It's a boy, Primmy. It's a boy!" Tears flow down his face.
"A boy. Frodo. . ."
"Primmy?"
"An angel came to me last night. She said he will be great one day. I was standing by the river and the stars blessed my eyes. A voice on the wind uttered my son's name. Frodo."
Drogo stands up and hands the baby to his wife. She cradles him to her breast. She notices his eyes. His father's azure eyes and soft strands of hair. Drogo kisses Primmy's cheek. "Congratulations, my love."
"Welcome to the world, Frodo."
To be continued….
