Blue Eyed Bagginses
A/N: Chapter one coming soon! I'm writing as I go, so bear with. Reviews more than welcome. ^^
Prologue
The first thing Bilbo Baggins noticed about his nephew were his eyes.
As Primula placed the newborn Hobbit in his arms, Bilbo was overcome with love for the tiny thing. His head was covered in a shock of dark curls, and his skin was pale and rosy. Bilbo had never seen a baby so beautiful, and he was in awe. As Primula, curls damp from labor, and Drogo, beaming with pride, looked on, and the midwife impatiently tapped her foot, Bilbo felt as if he and the tiny babe were the only ones in the room. He ran a finger along Frodo's soft cheek, and was rewarded with a contented smile and gurgle.
"Primmie-love. I think little Frodo just smiled," Bilbo finally spoke. Primula just laughed at her favorite cousin, locks of dark hair falling over her ears.
"Nonsense, Bilbo. Babies don't smile when they are just born. He's far too little," but she didn't sound wholly convinced. Primula loved the old Baggins very much, but sometimes he had the oddest notions, she thought to herself.
But Drogo just grinned, blue eyes shining. "I think he did smile Primula." He squeezed his wife's slender hand. "He seems to be taking a liking to you, Bilbo," he continued. "I think you two will get along just fine."
"What do you say, little one? Will you put up with this odd old Baggins?" Bilbo's question was answered by tiny fingers squeezing his larger one, and his heart swelled with love for the tiny bundle in his arms. He looked into those sky colored eyes, so different from his own gray- blue ones, but exactly like Drogo's. Unusual for a Hobbit, true, but the Bagginses never fit into anyone's mold in their history. And that was a good thing.
He somehow knew Frodo would grow up to do great things someday. Bilbo knew he would be there to help the boy along the way, however he could. He had never been good with children, but her felt this would be different, somehow. This lad had...spirit. A Baggins with spirit. His little Frodo.
As Frodo closed his eyes, and let out a contented little yawn, he placed the boy back in his mother's arms to let Drogo and Primula be alone for a time. He knew sooner or later the room would be filled with Brandybuck aunts, uncles, and other relations, all clamoring to see the beautiful lad for themselves. But he had had his time alone with Frodo, and that was enough.
His beautiful, beautiful, little lad, he thought, as a smile spread across his face. His lad with the bright blue eyes. His Frodo.
A/N: Chapter one coming soon! I'm writing as I go, so bear with. Reviews more than welcome. ^^
Prologue
The first thing Bilbo Baggins noticed about his nephew were his eyes.
As Primula placed the newborn Hobbit in his arms, Bilbo was overcome with love for the tiny thing. His head was covered in a shock of dark curls, and his skin was pale and rosy. Bilbo had never seen a baby so beautiful, and he was in awe. As Primula, curls damp from labor, and Drogo, beaming with pride, looked on, and the midwife impatiently tapped her foot, Bilbo felt as if he and the tiny babe were the only ones in the room. He ran a finger along Frodo's soft cheek, and was rewarded with a contented smile and gurgle.
"Primmie-love. I think little Frodo just smiled," Bilbo finally spoke. Primula just laughed at her favorite cousin, locks of dark hair falling over her ears.
"Nonsense, Bilbo. Babies don't smile when they are just born. He's far too little," but she didn't sound wholly convinced. Primula loved the old Baggins very much, but sometimes he had the oddest notions, she thought to herself.
But Drogo just grinned, blue eyes shining. "I think he did smile Primula." He squeezed his wife's slender hand. "He seems to be taking a liking to you, Bilbo," he continued. "I think you two will get along just fine."
"What do you say, little one? Will you put up with this odd old Baggins?" Bilbo's question was answered by tiny fingers squeezing his larger one, and his heart swelled with love for the tiny bundle in his arms. He looked into those sky colored eyes, so different from his own gray- blue ones, but exactly like Drogo's. Unusual for a Hobbit, true, but the Bagginses never fit into anyone's mold in their history. And that was a good thing.
He somehow knew Frodo would grow up to do great things someday. Bilbo knew he would be there to help the boy along the way, however he could. He had never been good with children, but her felt this would be different, somehow. This lad had...spirit. A Baggins with spirit. His little Frodo.
As Frodo closed his eyes, and let out a contented little yawn, he placed the boy back in his mother's arms to let Drogo and Primula be alone for a time. He knew sooner or later the room would be filled with Brandybuck aunts, uncles, and other relations, all clamoring to see the beautiful lad for themselves. But he had had his time alone with Frodo, and that was enough.
His beautiful, beautiful, little lad, he thought, as a smile spread across his face. His lad with the bright blue eyes. His Frodo.