A/N: This story begins at Frodo's birth in 1368 and continues on to tell the story of how Frodo comes to live with Bilbo. However, Bilbo must fight the Sackville-Baggins in order for Frodo to become Bilbo's heir to Bag End.

What Is In My Pocket is a second part sequel to the Fued of Heart, but you do not have to read the first story to make sense out of what is happening, because Bilbo remembers back to all the facts of the first story. The first story (Feud of Heart) is about Bilbo where he is reaching his coming of age and his parents arrange a marriage for him to the most unlikely hobbit that he can imagine. I hope that you do read both stories and review to let me know if you like this story!

What Is In My Pocket

The lush green hills rolled ever on in the Shire, but never more so in the borders of Buckland. Thick trees gently leaned over when it was met by the early morning breeze. The meadow larks that gathered in the trees all welcomed the new day. It was music to the seventy-eight year old traveler's ears, a sound that made getting up in the early morning hours worth the effort, just so he could listen to their song.

Bilbo paused with his walking stick in his hand and a smile broke the corners of his lips. He took a deep breath into his lungs and savored the fresh, clean air. A twinge of pain from a stiff joint jolted him when he turned to take another step. Sleeping on the hard ground last night made this traveler more aware that his age was closely creeping upon him.

All the years of his travels and of his adventures, Bilbo was now beginning to slow down. His steps were not as lively as he once recalled when his feet would lead him out from Bag End and down any given path. Such as when the dwarves and Gandalf took him on an adventure for treasure. However, today was a special day, even if that meant his feet would take him to Brandyhall in Buckland.

Family and friends were gathering in great numbers to celebrate the birth of a new generation of Baggins and his most favorite cousin, Drogo, was a father for the very first time. Having a first born child at the age of sixty was in deed a special event. But having Brandybuck blood mixed with a Baggins, in Bilbo's mind, gave him shutters thinking about it. The child would be horribly looking.

Bilbo tried endlessly to convince Drogo to marry a Took and increase a better lineage of Baggins, but Drogo would not hear of it. He had fallen in love with a Brandybuck and Primula was not too hard on the eyes for a Bucklander. 'Well such as life,' Bilbo shrugged his shoulders and continued on the path to Buckland.

~*~

Drogo placed his pipe on the garden table and stood up when he saw a figure in the distance slowly walking towards Brandyhall. He smiled when he saw a familiar traveler that slowly came into view.

"Bilbo, I am so glad you came!"

"Now how could I miss my favorite cousin special day of becoming a father!" said Bilbo and he wrapped his arms around Drogo and patted his back..

"Here, Bilbo, let me take your walking stick and pour you a cool glass of ale to ease your traveling. Please sit here," stated Drogo and gestured to Bilbo to sit in the most comfortable chair in Brandyhall.

Pouring a big mug of ale from a keg that was tapped to greet the number of guests that would be slowly gathering throughout this day. Drogo sat beside Bilbo and handed him his mug. Bilbo took a big gulp of the cool liquid and his eyes slowly raised from the rim of the mug. Bilbo suddenly spit out the ale from his mouth, just as the Sackville-Baggins walked out from a door in Brandyhall. Bilbo glared at Drogo for not warning him that they were there. Drogo only shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what to say.

"I am surprised to see you out and about, Bilbo Baggins," stated Lobelia while she raised her eyebrow at him and crossed her arms in front of her.

Before Bilbo could get out a sharp retort back at her, Primula walked into the garden holding a small bundle wrapped in a beautifully knit, blue blanket.

Her long dark-brown hair lay at her shoulders in soft luxurious curls and she raised her dark eyelashes to reveal the bluest eyes ever seen on a hobbit before. Her face laminated a glow that only emphasized her beauty all the more. Being a mother for the first time and the long years of waiting for this blessed event her spirit of joy could be easily seen.

"Come Bilbo, see the newest Baggins born in the Shire!" announced Primula while she pulled the blanket from the infant's face.

Bilbo could not help but smile seeing the tiny infant almost as beautiful as his mother. His crystal-blue eyes looked huge against the tiny face and the dark fluffy full-hair made him look all the more beautiful nestled in the blue blanket in his mother's arms.

Bilbo tickled the tiny cheek of the infant while he cooed and looked directly up at him. This infant warmed Bilbo's heart and a pang of guilt caused his face to flush slightly in thinking of his comment of how ugly this child would be. How wrong he was! There lying before him was the most beautiful child he had ever seen.

"Bilbo, he is a beautiful little boy, wouldn't you say?" Lobelia commented as she watched Bilbo interact with the child.

"Why wouldn't he be? He is a Baggins after all!" said Bilbo in a sarcastic tone of voice to answer Lobelia.

Bilbo turned his attention towards the infant again and clicked his tongue, making the infant smile.

Not being able to take his eyes from the infant, Bilbo spoke to Primula. "I would have brought you a spoon for the infant, but it seems in Bag End these days, spoons are a rarity."

Lobelia did not make one gesture or demonstrated an once of guilt from taking the spoons from Bag End. That was the only thing that Bilbo could not buy back, after all of his things were sold off by Lobelia and Otho Sackville-Baggins. Lobelia was determined that he would not get his hobbit hands on them either. She only smiled back in a proud manner to Bilbo's comment.

Bilbo's eyes glanced over to his favorite cousin while reaching into his pocket and fingered the item that he kept in there.

"I have something in my pocket as precious as the spoons, that will hold both Baggins and Brandybuck side by side and worn next to the heart of a mother to cherish for all times."

Drogo looked at Bilbo's vest pocket and watched his fingers caress whatever he held in them. He scratched his head in thought and knew just how tricky this old hobbit could be. He slowly repeated the riddle in his mind over and over again, until the answer just came to him.

"A locket!" Drogo blurted out.

Bilbo presented the locket and laid it on the infant's chest.

Lobelia tried to snatch the locket to examine it, but Bilbo slapped her greedy hand.

"But Bilbo, I only wanted to see the locket," stated Lobelia while she clutched the hand that he had just slapped.

"Only when the child says you can look at it!" Bilbo commented almost laughed and turned to reached for his ale.

"Oh Bilbo, thank you so much for the locket! It is truly a wonderful gift for Frodo. He and I will cherish it forever," said Primula. She wrapped one arm around Bilbo to hug him.

"Frodo?" thought Bilbo and he stood thinking about the name for just a moment and then commented. "You are naming this child, Frodo?" Bilbo liked the way that name sounded coming from his lips. He could not recall anyone ever being called Frodo before, but it was a hobbit sort of name and it slowly grew on Bilbo while he repeated the name in his mind. "Yes, Frodo! That is a nice hobbit name!"

"I'm so glad you approve!" said Drogo, chuckling just a little at his uncle.

~*~

Four years past by and Bilbo marveled at the small toddler, Frodo. He showed more spirit than any toddler that Bilbo had ever known. Watching Frodo, he observed that he walked sooner than the average hobbit and talked sooner. Whenever he would fall or trip, Frodo would just stand up again without so much as a whimper. He seemed fearless and so determined. Frodo may have looked like his mother, but he had the Baggins spirit and heart. In that way, he was so much like his father, Drogo, whom Bilbo loved the most from all his distant relatives.

Bilbo was in deep thought about Frodo when a knock came upon his door and brought him back to his senses. Answering the door, a messenger handed him an invitation to another baby shower. Lobelia Sackville-Baggins had delivered a son and requested that Bilbo come to their party.

He imagined what this child would look like and that thought almost frightened him. He could see the child with a long, thin, sharp-nose just like his mother and piercing green squinting eyes and thin cruel-lips. He shivered trying to get that thought from his mind.

Bilbo set the invitation on the table and mumbled to himself, 'They only want another one of my spoons from my collection. Well, they won't get their hands upon it!' Bilbo picked up one of the spoons, breathed on it and began to polish it with his handkerchief and placed it back on its shelf. Looking over the shelf of his family spoons, Bilbo had only three silver spoons left with the letter 'B' boldly printed on the handle. There were twenty-seven empty placements still missing a spoon. They now rested in the Sackville-Baggins home. Seeing all the empty placements, it angered Bilbo again that Lobelia would not allow him to purchase them back from her. Thinking about the spoons, an idea came to his mind while he reached into his pocket and felt his magic ring. He decided that he would attend this party. But attending a party would mean that he would have to give a gift to welcome the birth of the newborn and a gift for the mother.

Bilbo paced around the room thinking of what he could possibly give to Lobelia. It had to be something that would really spark her interest. Something where he could pull the trickest, trick upon her. Then a distance memory of another gift from years past came to his mind when he was a much younger hobbit. "Ah, ha! I have it!" shouted Bilbo to himself and he scuttled off down the hallway that led off to the older section of Bag End, to a room that he had rarely visited.

Walking over to his old chest where he put things from his past, items that had meant something special to him. He knelt down in front of it and lifted the lid to peer inside. Bilbo began to rummage through those items until his hand touched a small little box. He had locked it and tied a key to the bottom. His hands trembled slightly when the grasped the key and began to open it. This box he had sworn never to open again when he first tied the key upon it, some fifty years ago. Opening the little box, he peered inside and preserved like the day he had put it there, was a little golden locket with a bold scrolled 'B' in the center and leaves craved all around it. The clasp was broken and Bilbo had never repaired it.

Bilbo ran to his father's old workbench where his carving tools still hung. He found a small sheet of tin and his hand remembered his old skill of carving that his father had taught him. He fashioned the tin into the shape of his old locket. It had the same bold 'B' and the small leaves that circled around it. The only thing that was missing was the coat of gold paint.

He took the golden chain with the broken clasp from the original locket and replaced his new painted locket. Placing it to one side on the table, he left it there to dry.

~*~

The day of the baby shower finally arrived and Bilbo giggled with anticipation. He tapped his vest pocket a couple of times to make sure that the magic ring was where he had put it. The funny thing about magic rings, somehow it made you feel like it would roll away on it own. He made sure that the locket was where it should be, in the pocket of his waistcoat. Taking his walking stick in hand, he whistled a gay little traveling song as his feet kept pace with the tune.

It wasn't long until Bilbo was standing in front of the Sackville-Baggins round door. He hesitated slightly rethinking if he should go through with this, but before he had enough time to change his mind. Old Otho suddenly opened the door wide and scowled at Bilbo standing there. He step away to allow Bilbo to enter with only one polite, "Good morning!"

A large gathering of hobbits, were sitting all around the table, while others just stood about, joining in conversations with each other. Bilbo stood in the doorway and observed the others, taking in all those who have attended this horrid affair.

Drogo looked up from sitting along side his wife from the table. Seeing Bilbo, a great smile broke the corners of his lips while he rushed to greet his uncle.

Almost pulling Bilbo to his chair and insisting that he sit next to his wife, while he stood looking on. Drogo offered to get Bilbo a cup of tea to make him feel welcomed. Little Frodo, seeing his great-uncle climbed into Bilbo's lap. Frodo looking deeply into old Bilbo's eyes and leaned his head upon his chest and wrapped his small little arms round his neck.

Bilbo became flustered not knowing what to do next and only patted the small child's back. Primula seeing Bilbo's discomfort picked up Frodo from his lap and cradled him in her arms.

Drogo placed a full cup of warm tea in front of Bilbo and asked if he wanted sugar to sweeten it. Bilbo almost refused, but quickly changed his mind once he saw that Drogo held one of his families spoon in his hand. Bilbo nodded politely and said, "Yes, please and thank you! I would love to have some sugar!" Taking a scoop of sugar, he dumped it into his tea and stirred the tea with the spoon, making sure not to lose the spoons whereabouts. He placed it next to his teacup.

Lobelia entered the sitting area with a small bundle in her arms while some of the hobbit women gathered around to see the small infant. She glanced up seeing old Bilbo sitting next to Primula and a smile cut the corners of her mouth. She narrowed her eyes when she caught sight of the spoon that sat next to Bilbo's teacup.

Bilbo watched the other hobbit's reaction to seeing the infant and noticed their awkward compliments. He knew his prediction of the looks of this infant would be true.

Lobelia handed her son to one of the hobbit women closest to her while the others handed her gifts for the new infant. Lobelia graciously thanked them and admired the gifts.

Soon afterwards, she approached Bilbo when she noticed that he was almost finished with his tea. "Well Bilbo, let me get you another cup of tea!" She picked up his teacup and almost had her hand upon the spoon that rested next to the cup. But Bilbo knew that she would try to take it and he quickly snatched it from her grasp.

He smiled politely at Lobelia and stated. "I'll need some more sugar with the tea."

"Nonsense, Bilbo! I never known you to sweeten a tea with sugar before!" She tried once again to get the spoon away from Bilbo.

Again Bilbo was quick as can be and kept it out of her reach. "On the contrary, I have become rather liking to sweetening my tea of late."

Bilbo knowing this would send her into a fit of pretension. Puckering up his lips to keep himself from laughing.

Lobelia turned in a huff to refill the old fool's tea, while she handed the teacup to the servant lass. "You make sure that spoon is taken away from Bilbo Baggins and then replaced back to its spot on display or I'll be taking it out of your wages!"

Taking the cup full of tea, she returned back to where Bilbo was seated.

Lobelia placed the teacup in front of Bilbo and called to the hobbit woman to bring her son to her.

Bilbo mentally prepared himself for this horrid sight. Summoning up all of his courage, he looked upon the infant that Lobelia held in her arms.

Then just as Bilbo predicted there was the ugliest infant he had ever set eyes upon. It jolted Bilbo almost from his seat. The infant's eyes were narrowly placed and he did have a straight thin nose that would grow long and pointed just like his mother. Bilbo diverted his eyes and as customary upon seeing a new infant, one would give a token to welcome the newborn. Taking a shiny coin from his pocket, he placed it upon the child's chest. Then again he reached into his waistcoat pocket and retrieved the locket. The coin is for the child and the locket, I guess would be for you!"

Lobelia's eyes widen when she saw the locket resting on his son's chest and her eyes darted back to Bilbo. Emotionless, Bilbo sat there and just stared at Lobelia. She grabbed both the coin and the locket and held them in her hand. Her cheeks flushed with a rosy tint when her memories of long years past came to her mind. She also knew that the locket that Bilbo had given to Frodo was a similar locket and she wanted to make sure if they matched. Remembering what Bilbo had told her about Frodo's locket, she turned to Frodo and asked. "May I please see your locket, Frodo?"

Bilbo smiled at the little lad and asked him, "What say you, Frodo?"

"No! That is my locket," said Frodo because he too remembered what his uncle Bilbo had told him.

"What a smart little lad!" said Bilbo admiring him.

"Now Frodo, that's not nice to our host for you to refuse her request," said Primula trying to convince Frodo to say yes and not offend Lobelia.

"No, she will only take it from me," said Frodo and he almost broke down to tears.

"I am sorry, Lobelia, but it is his locket!" said Primula in a sweet kind voice.

Frodo stood on his mother's lap and tried to pull the blanket from the infant's face, but Lobelia grabbed his little arm roughly and snapped it away.

Bilbo's eyes narrowed into a dark glare at seeing the ruff display from Lobelia towards the child. He raised a finger up towards her.

"You touch that child again and I will ask Gandalf to change you into a toad!"

Lobelia tossed up her nose into the air and turned sharply away from the haughty hobbits. While she scuttled off away without saying a polite thank you.

While holding the locket in her hand Lobelia had hoping that this was her old locket that he had once given her many long years ago. She was convinced that it was the same locket. A warm smiled began to cross her lips as she looked at this cherished gift. She rubbed the locket between her finger and thumb to feel the smoothness and carvings on it. Turning it over, her heart sunk to her toes when she noticed that the gold paint had rubbed off onto her fingers leaving the tin exposed. It was not her locket, but one made to look like it. Bilbo had tricked her once again! Lobelia wondered if the locket that Frodo had was once her old locket. She thought how she was going to get that locket away from Primula and Frodo.