A Place for Him
By; Baggins'babe
Disclaimer; I don't own anything.
A Reunion
Response;
Vague detail; Thank you so much! I tried extremely hard to make this next chapter as good as the last one if not better. You will find much more joy with the Frodo- parent relationship later on. I can't say I didn't have help with how children act. I just love my cousins and my brother. (They are 4 and well I guess you could say 0 years old and my brother is 10 also my mother always told stories of when I was little.) sorry about the run on sentence
Story;
"It will be awhile before I reach Buckland, but I have traveled quite far already. I'd better rest now."
The stars glistened and danced over head and with the rising Sun so arose Bilbo. Quickly did the day pass into afternoon and finally he reached his destination.
Just outside his door way Drogo sat, puffing smoke from his pipe into the air. Something dwindling in the distance caught his eye. When he realized who it was Drogo spread a smile wide across his face. "Bilbo! It's so good to see you." He said running to his cousin.
"Hullo, Drogo." Bilbo replied as they both embraced.
"Why didn't you say you were coming?" Bilbo shrugged.
"Well it's starting to get chilly out. Why don't we go inside?"
Drogo was right the spring had only just ended. The welcomed beams of summer sun had not yet completely banished last season's chill.
Brandy Hall's round green door opened revealing young Frodo and his mother.
"See Frodo this is one, two, and three." Primula held up her fingers to the corresponding numbers. The boy felt her fingers then tried to imitate the words and movements which failed miserably.
"Mo, Oo, E!" Frodo was ecstatic and started clapping for joy. Drogo strolled through the door and Frodo's face brightened considerably. A smile none surpassed arose to his face exposing his new teeth. "Da, Da, Da, Da!" He screeched, shuffling his feet as fast as he could to his father. Drogo picked up his son and held him in strong arms. He patted the boy softly and Frodo patted back.
The sentimental moment was broken in confusion. Frodo didn't know the stranger behind his Da. Fear shown in the young one's eyes; he squeezed his father for protection.
"It's okay Frodo, don't be afraid." Drogo placed his son on the floor. "This is your cousin, Bilbo." The elder hobbit knelt down and shook the child's hand. Frodo could tell through the warmth of Bilbo's skin that he was filled with a new found love and mercy.
Drogo was pleased with their reunion. Suddenly Frodo hugged Bilbo. This was defiantly unexpected and the old hobbit had no idea what to do he settled for a hug in return.
Primula wrapped her arms around Drogo's neck and kissed him tenderly. Bilbo stood up and immediately found himself in a quick embrace from Primula.
"I'm glad you've come."
"I'm glad too it is a nice break from empty halls and knocking doors."
"And at the right time too I was just getting everything ready for afternoon tea."
Drogo held up his son once again he stroked the child's chin and Frodo giggled. "You've never had my wife's tea correct?" he asked Bilbo.
"I can't say that I have."
"It's the best," Drogo whispered.
"I head that." Primula called from the other room.
"You always do, sweetheart," Drogo shouted back.
The tea kettle screeched through the walls which made Frodo's ears twitch. "You'll have to get used to it my boy; otherwise you'll never stand for it." Frodo looked into his father's eyes and turned his head. Drogo pulled a chair out for Bilbo, and then Frodo.
"Tea's served." Primula announced. The liquid flowed into the cup releasing an aroma so fragrant every mouth watered.
"Careful, Bilbo it's hot," Primula warned.
"I have survived the fires of the last dragon in Middle Earth I think I can survive a cup of tea." Bilbo took a swig and the look on his face was most comical. He gulped down the mouthful and started panting. Drogo laughed so hard he nearly fell on the floor.
The time Bilbo stayed passed like dandelions in the fall. Soon he had to leave. His suitcases awaited him at the door.
"Well, I'm off." he stated hugging everyone one last time before his journey home.
"Bye, uncle," Frodo called.
"No, Frodo, Bilbo is your cousin can you say cou-sin?" Primula corrected.
"Uncle," Frodo repeated simply for the sake of being annoying.
Bilbo chuckled. "No, no it's quite alright."
A Reunion
Response;
Vague detail; Thank you so much! I tried extremely hard to make this next chapter as good as the last one if not better. You will find much more joy with the Frodo- parent relationship later on. I can't say I didn't have help with how children act. I just love my cousins and my brother. (They are 4 and well I guess you could say 0 years old and my brother is 10 also my mother always told stories of when I was little.) sorry about the run on sentence
Story;
"It will be awhile before I reach Buckland, but I have traveled quite far already. I'd better rest now."
The stars glistened and danced over head and with the rising Sun so arose Bilbo. Quickly did the day pass into afternoon and finally he reached his destination.
Just outside his door way Drogo sat, puffing smoke from his pipe into the air. Something dwindling in the distance caught his eye. When he realized who it was Drogo spread a smile wide across his face. "Bilbo! It's so good to see you." He said running to his cousin.
"Hullo, Drogo." Bilbo replied as they both embraced.
"Why didn't you say you were coming?" Bilbo shrugged.
"Well it's starting to get chilly out. Why don't we go inside?"
Drogo was right the spring had only just ended. The welcomed beams of summer sun had not yet completely banished last season's chill.
Brandy Hall's round green door opened revealing young Frodo and his mother.
"See Frodo this is one, two, and three." Primula held up her fingers to the corresponding numbers. The boy felt her fingers then tried to imitate the words and movements which failed miserably.
"Mo, Oo, E!" Frodo was ecstatic and started clapping for joy. Drogo strolled through the door and Frodo's face brightened considerably. A smile none surpassed arose to his face exposing his new teeth. "Da, Da, Da, Da!" He screeched, shuffling his feet as fast as he could to his father. Drogo picked up his son and held him in strong arms. He patted the boy softly and Frodo patted back.
The sentimental moment was broken in confusion. Frodo didn't know the stranger behind his Da. Fear shown in the young one's eyes; he squeezed his father for protection.
"It's okay Frodo, don't be afraid." Drogo placed his son on the floor. "This is your cousin, Bilbo." The elder hobbit knelt down and shook the child's hand. Frodo could tell through the warmth of Bilbo's skin that he was filled with a new found love and mercy.
Drogo was pleased with their reunion. Suddenly Frodo hugged Bilbo. This was defiantly unexpected and the old hobbit had no idea what to do he settled for a hug in return.
Primula wrapped her arms around Drogo's neck and kissed him tenderly. Bilbo stood up and immediately found himself in a quick embrace from Primula.
"I'm glad you've come."
"I'm glad too it is a nice break from empty halls and knocking doors."
"And at the right time too I was just getting everything ready for afternoon tea."
Drogo held up his son once again he stroked the child's chin and Frodo giggled. "You've never had my wife's tea correct?" he asked Bilbo.
"I can't say that I have."
"It's the best," Drogo whispered.
"I head that." Primula called from the other room.
"You always do, sweetheart," Drogo shouted back.
The tea kettle screeched through the walls which made Frodo's ears twitch. "You'll have to get used to it my boy; otherwise you'll never stand for it." Frodo looked into his father's eyes and turned his head. Drogo pulled a chair out for Bilbo, and then Frodo.
"Tea's served." Primula announced. The liquid flowed into the cup releasing an aroma so fragrant every mouth watered.
"Careful, Bilbo it's hot," Primula warned.
"I have survived the fires of the last dragon in Middle Earth I think I can survive a cup of tea." Bilbo took a swig and the look on his face was most comical. He gulped down the mouthful and started panting. Drogo laughed so hard he nearly fell on the floor.
The time Bilbo stayed passed like dandelions in the fall. Soon he had to leave. His suitcases awaited him at the door.
"Well, I'm off." he stated hugging everyone one last time before his journey home.
"Bye, uncle," Frodo called.
"No, Frodo, Bilbo is your cousin can you say cou-sin?" Primula corrected.
"Uncle," Frodo repeated simply for the sake of being annoying.
Bilbo chuckled. "No, no it's quite alright."