Chapter Six
People had been going in and out of the Gamgee home all day, to greet the new baby. My own stomach was now starting to show a little bit, but not entirely noticeable.
Pippin and I walked into the Gamgee hole just as some of Rosie's relatives were brushing pass. They nodded at us as we continued down the hall.
"Auntie Wist!" Elanor came tumbling down the hallway, followed by Sam. She wrapped her tiny arms around my legs and placed her head against my side. I smiled and ran my fingers along her hair. "Are you here to see the baby?"
"Yes," I nodded.
"He's so small!" she exclaimed.
"Honey," Sam whispered. "Keep it down, your mum needs to rest." Elanor released me and ran to Sam.
"How is she?" I asked.
"Fine," he nodded. "She's tired. Everyone's been coming in, checking on her," he picked Elanor up. "Would you like to see her?"
"If she doesn't mind," I answered.
"Sam?" Rosie weakly called from the bedroom. Elanor wiggled away and ran to her mother.
"I'll be there, Rosie," Sam answered. "Come on, I'm sure she'd be happy to see you." He started down the hall and we followed. When we got to the bedroom, Sam went to a chair next to the bed where Rosie lay; Elanor sat on the foot of the bed.
"Wisteria," Rosie smiled.
"We brought you this," Pippin spat out, holding the loaf of sweet bread wrapped in a cloth.
"Thank you," she breathed out, very quietly. Pippin put the bread on a table next to the door. "I'm glad that you two came. It's just been mostly family and it makes Elanor so happy to see you."
"Are you feeling better?" I asked.
She nodded, and almost painstakingly lifted her hand to point to the cradle next to the bed. "He's so beautiful."
"What did you name him?" Pippin inquired.
"Frodo," Sam told.
"Just like Uncle Frodo!" Elanor excitedly told.
"Shh, Elanor," Sam gently ordered. "Don't want to wake the baby."
"Sorry, Daddy,"
"She's fine, Sam" Rosie said. I could tell that she was struggling to get awake.
"We should let you get some rest," I offered. "We'll stop by maybe tomorrow, just to check in." Pippin left, but I stayed a moment. "Congratulations."
"Thank you," she smiled again, but she slowly closed her eyes.
"Bye Auntie Wist," Elanor waved.
"Thank you for stopping by," Sam said.
"Not a problem. Tell her again that we're happy for the three of you."
"I will,"
And I left the room, down the hall and outside, shutting the yellow door behind me. I put my hand over my belly.
"Is she sleepin'?" Pippin asked me, reaching his hand out. I nodded. "How are you doin'?"
"Fine," my hand was still on my stomach. "The baby was so small..." I trailed off when I saw Frodo Baggins entering the Gamgee home. Before he walked into the house, he glanced at us and gave us a wave. The sunlight sparkled in his ample eyes, but the once bright blue was tinted with a hint of grey.
"It's like after his parents died,"
I turned my head back to Pippin and we started to walk. "You weren't even born when his parents died."
"I know. Merry told me. He said that Frodo used to be happier,"
I nodded. I knew that Frodo wasn't nor would he ever be the same again.
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This chapter serves a purpose and you'll see in the next one. I don't know about years and months and such, I'm taking the years of the children born from the family trees and using the actions from the movie.
People had been going in and out of the Gamgee home all day, to greet the new baby. My own stomach was now starting to show a little bit, but not entirely noticeable.
Pippin and I walked into the Gamgee hole just as some of Rosie's relatives were brushing pass. They nodded at us as we continued down the hall.
"Auntie Wist!" Elanor came tumbling down the hallway, followed by Sam. She wrapped her tiny arms around my legs and placed her head against my side. I smiled and ran my fingers along her hair. "Are you here to see the baby?"
"Yes," I nodded.
"He's so small!" she exclaimed.
"Honey," Sam whispered. "Keep it down, your mum needs to rest." Elanor released me and ran to Sam.
"How is she?" I asked.
"Fine," he nodded. "She's tired. Everyone's been coming in, checking on her," he picked Elanor up. "Would you like to see her?"
"If she doesn't mind," I answered.
"Sam?" Rosie weakly called from the bedroom. Elanor wiggled away and ran to her mother.
"I'll be there, Rosie," Sam answered. "Come on, I'm sure she'd be happy to see you." He started down the hall and we followed. When we got to the bedroom, Sam went to a chair next to the bed where Rosie lay; Elanor sat on the foot of the bed.
"Wisteria," Rosie smiled.
"We brought you this," Pippin spat out, holding the loaf of sweet bread wrapped in a cloth.
"Thank you," she breathed out, very quietly. Pippin put the bread on a table next to the door. "I'm glad that you two came. It's just been mostly family and it makes Elanor so happy to see you."
"Are you feeling better?" I asked.
She nodded, and almost painstakingly lifted her hand to point to the cradle next to the bed. "He's so beautiful."
"What did you name him?" Pippin inquired.
"Frodo," Sam told.
"Just like Uncle Frodo!" Elanor excitedly told.
"Shh, Elanor," Sam gently ordered. "Don't want to wake the baby."
"Sorry, Daddy,"
"She's fine, Sam" Rosie said. I could tell that she was struggling to get awake.
"We should let you get some rest," I offered. "We'll stop by maybe tomorrow, just to check in." Pippin left, but I stayed a moment. "Congratulations."
"Thank you," she smiled again, but she slowly closed her eyes.
"Bye Auntie Wist," Elanor waved.
"Thank you for stopping by," Sam said.
"Not a problem. Tell her again that we're happy for the three of you."
"I will,"
And I left the room, down the hall and outside, shutting the yellow door behind me. I put my hand over my belly.
"Is she sleepin'?" Pippin asked me, reaching his hand out. I nodded. "How are you doin'?"
"Fine," my hand was still on my stomach. "The baby was so small..." I trailed off when I saw Frodo Baggins entering the Gamgee home. Before he walked into the house, he glanced at us and gave us a wave. The sunlight sparkled in his ample eyes, but the once bright blue was tinted with a hint of grey.
"It's like after his parents died,"
I turned my head back to Pippin and we started to walk. "You weren't even born when his parents died."
"I know. Merry told me. He said that Frodo used to be happier,"
I nodded. I knew that Frodo wasn't nor would he ever be the same again.
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This chapter serves a purpose and you'll see in the next one. I don't know about years and months and such, I'm taking the years of the children born from the family trees and using the actions from the movie.