A/N: Sorry it took so long, and sorry it's so short!
Invitations and Old Wounds
The engagement of Frodo Baggins and May Gamgee was announced a few weeks later in Brandybuck Hall during Pippin and Diamond's engagement party. Of course all the hobbits went practically mad with delight. The rest of the Shire rejoiced as well once the news that the nephew of the famous Bilbo Baggins was engaged, and that was mostly due to the expectation of another grand party with lots and lots of food.
"Congratulations, Frodo," cried Pippin, slapping his cousin on the back. "Never thought you'd do it!"
"Yeah," added Merry, putting an arm around May, "thought you'd end up like old cousin Bilbo!"
Frodo looked up in slight surprise. "Really?"
Merry, afraid that he had offended Frodo, shoved his hands in his pockets. "I-I was only foolin'."
At Merry's worried expression Frodo burst into laughter. Merry let out a relieved sigh and laughed along with him.
Frodo and May sat around the table at Bag-End with all their friends. Pippin and Diamond, Merry and Estella, and Frodo and May were all writing out their wedding invitations. They talking and laughing, spilling ink every now and then. Sam went into the kitchen and made dinner that night, since the rest were extremely busy. So busy, in fact, that they would have forgotten to eat if Pippin had not reminded them. Rosie wanted to help but Sam would not let her, reminding her of the baby.
"Oh, Sam, it's alright!" But, Sam would not hear of it and finally got her to sit down and rest.
Once dinner was finished and cleaned up, the group went back to work on the invitations. A few minutes after they started, Frodo suddenly stopped. He winced and rubbed the base of his throat as if he were wearing a heavy chain around it.
"Frodo? Are you ill?" May asked, gingerly touching his shoulder.
"Yes, love, I'm—" But, he stopped and showed discomfort again. Sam got up and went to his side, a knowing look on his face.
"Come on, Mr. Frodo," he said gently. "Let's get you some rest." Frodo got up shakily, nodding his head. "Alright, Sam," he said wearily. May got up and went with them out of the room.
The rest of the hobbits exchanged worried glances, tears came into all their eyes, but they brushed them away, not wanting May to see their burden of sadness.
I know, I know, it's short. But gimmie a break! It's 1:53 am!
Invitations and Old Wounds
The engagement of Frodo Baggins and May Gamgee was announced a few weeks later in Brandybuck Hall during Pippin and Diamond's engagement party. Of course all the hobbits went practically mad with delight. The rest of the Shire rejoiced as well once the news that the nephew of the famous Bilbo Baggins was engaged, and that was mostly due to the expectation of another grand party with lots and lots of food.
"Congratulations, Frodo," cried Pippin, slapping his cousin on the back. "Never thought you'd do it!"
"Yeah," added Merry, putting an arm around May, "thought you'd end up like old cousin Bilbo!"
Frodo looked up in slight surprise. "Really?"
Merry, afraid that he had offended Frodo, shoved his hands in his pockets. "I-I was only foolin'."
At Merry's worried expression Frodo burst into laughter. Merry let out a relieved sigh and laughed along with him.
Frodo and May sat around the table at Bag-End with all their friends. Pippin and Diamond, Merry and Estella, and Frodo and May were all writing out their wedding invitations. They talking and laughing, spilling ink every now and then. Sam went into the kitchen and made dinner that night, since the rest were extremely busy. So busy, in fact, that they would have forgotten to eat if Pippin had not reminded them. Rosie wanted to help but Sam would not let her, reminding her of the baby.
"Oh, Sam, it's alright!" But, Sam would not hear of it and finally got her to sit down and rest.
Once dinner was finished and cleaned up, the group went back to work on the invitations. A few minutes after they started, Frodo suddenly stopped. He winced and rubbed the base of his throat as if he were wearing a heavy chain around it.
"Frodo? Are you ill?" May asked, gingerly touching his shoulder.
"Yes, love, I'm—" But, he stopped and showed discomfort again. Sam got up and went to his side, a knowing look on his face.
"Come on, Mr. Frodo," he said gently. "Let's get you some rest." Frodo got up shakily, nodding his head. "Alright, Sam," he said wearily. May got up and went with them out of the room.
The rest of the hobbits exchanged worried glances, tears came into all their eyes, but they brushed them away, not wanting May to see their burden of sadness.
I know, I know, it's short. But gimmie a break! It's 1:53 am!