Chapter Eleven
1425, SR
After Eowyn and Pip had be born, I had become rather fond of motherhood and very much enjoyed it (with the exception of the actual process of the birthing) and Pippin loved being a father. He was always playing with the children at any chance he got. Merry would occasionally play with them too, but he had now become too preoccupied with his own child, a son Marroc that was born in the beginning of spring.
I had become so accustomed and loving of being a mother, that I decided I wanted more. Pippin was ecstatic when I told him of the third child.
"Pippin," I called from the kitchen. I rubbed my stomach as it growled. Eating for two wasn't easy. I took a grape off the table and headed down the hall. "Now where has he gone to?" I also noticed that the sound of children running was absent from my home. "Eowyn?" I popped my head in the children's room, finding the bed empty. "Pip?" still nothing. "Come on, it's time for luncheon" even the temptation of food didn't bring my family out from hiding.
I went to my room where the door was only open a crack. I peered in and smiled at the sight before me. Pippin was laying against the pillow with a book on his chest and Eowyn sleeping in one arm and Pip in the other.
I entered the room and quietly approached the bed and took a seat on the edge. I brushed my fingers along my husband's hair, slightly waking him. "What's goin' on?"
"Nothing," I replied. "You just fell asleep."
He looked at the children soundly sleeping in his arms. "Guess we all did. Were you callin' me?"
"Yes, it's time for luncheon,"
"Can you take him?" I didn't answer, but took the baby as he stood, taking Eowyn. We put the children in their bed and headed into the kitchen.
"What went wrong back there?" I asked.
"They asked me to read a story," he yawned. "How's the baby?"
"Fine," I nodded as we sat. I put my herbs in the tea and started to stir. "I think it's a boy."
"Really?" I nodded. "Why?"
"Same feeling I had with Pip,"
"What are we going to name him?"
"Frodo," I replied without hesitation.
"Really?"
"I know that there's all ready Frodo Gamgee, but I want a Frodo of our own and-"
"It's perfect,"
And a few months later, we welcomed our own little Frodo; eerily on September 29, the same day that Frodo Baggins had left. When people came to see him, the commented on how he looked like his name sake, and as he got older I began to see a resemblance between my son and his long-lost cousin.
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There's probably going to be a time leap in the next chapter, I'm not going to go into detail about all her pregnancies...I mean...anywho...I hope you've enjoyed! Please, please review!
1425, SR
After Eowyn and Pip had be born, I had become rather fond of motherhood and very much enjoyed it (with the exception of the actual process of the birthing) and Pippin loved being a father. He was always playing with the children at any chance he got. Merry would occasionally play with them too, but he had now become too preoccupied with his own child, a son Marroc that was born in the beginning of spring.
I had become so accustomed and loving of being a mother, that I decided I wanted more. Pippin was ecstatic when I told him of the third child.
"Pippin," I called from the kitchen. I rubbed my stomach as it growled. Eating for two wasn't easy. I took a grape off the table and headed down the hall. "Now where has he gone to?" I also noticed that the sound of children running was absent from my home. "Eowyn?" I popped my head in the children's room, finding the bed empty. "Pip?" still nothing. "Come on, it's time for luncheon" even the temptation of food didn't bring my family out from hiding.
I went to my room where the door was only open a crack. I peered in and smiled at the sight before me. Pippin was laying against the pillow with a book on his chest and Eowyn sleeping in one arm and Pip in the other.
I entered the room and quietly approached the bed and took a seat on the edge. I brushed my fingers along my husband's hair, slightly waking him. "What's goin' on?"
"Nothing," I replied. "You just fell asleep."
He looked at the children soundly sleeping in his arms. "Guess we all did. Were you callin' me?"
"Yes, it's time for luncheon,"
"Can you take him?" I didn't answer, but took the baby as he stood, taking Eowyn. We put the children in their bed and headed into the kitchen.
"What went wrong back there?" I asked.
"They asked me to read a story," he yawned. "How's the baby?"
"Fine," I nodded as we sat. I put my herbs in the tea and started to stir. "I think it's a boy."
"Really?" I nodded. "Why?"
"Same feeling I had with Pip,"
"What are we going to name him?"
"Frodo," I replied without hesitation.
"Really?"
"I know that there's all ready Frodo Gamgee, but I want a Frodo of our own and-"
"It's perfect,"
And a few months later, we welcomed our own little Frodo; eerily on September 29, the same day that Frodo Baggins had left. When people came to see him, the commented on how he looked like his name sake, and as he got older I began to see a resemblance between my son and his long-lost cousin.
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There's probably going to be a time leap in the next chapter, I'm not going to go into detail about all her pregnancies...I mean...anywho...I hope you've enjoyed! Please, please review!