Evening fell early the night of October the fifth. It was a dark night except for the millions of diamond-like stars shining in the rich black velvet of the sky over Bag End. There was a soft cold breeze blowing, which left the tale of winters to come hanging in the air. Heavy dew had fallen that night, and every blade of grass shimmered in the light thrown from the fireflies.
Sam lay upon the hill gazing at the stars, allowing his mind to wander. In only a few short weeks life around Bag End would change drastically. It still didn't feel quite real to him that there was really a child growing within his belly. Sure he'd suffered through weeks of morning sickness, and even the fear of losing the child only a few weeks before, but in his mind he couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice that Frodo had come to lay beside him.
They lay like that for a long time, just staring at the stars. It was so comforting to lie in Frodo's arms. To feel safe, and secure, and protected there. All Sam's worries began melting away, leaving behind nothing but comfort and love. Frodo finally broke the silence with a whispered question.
"Sam-dear?"
"Yes?"
"I wondered if you had thought of any names for our little one?"
"Names? No, me dear. I actually hadn't thought ahead that far, if you follow me."
"I see." Frodo nodded and began humming a soft tune Sam had never heard before.
Sam smiled and closed his eyes. He loved the feel of Frodo's body against his, and listening to him sing like he did when Sam was but a lad. He hoped that Frodo would sing to their baby when he or she was born.
Just as that thought had crossed Sam's mind, he felt Frodo shift his position. Opening his eyes, Sam saw that Frodo was now sitting up and looking at Sam with a small smile on his face. Before Sam could say anything, Frodo had moved closer to him, and put a hand on Sam's swollen belly before laying his head down upon it also. To Sam's surprise, Frodo then started to sing, quietly to their unborn child.
A child I see
With hair of gold
And eyes of blue
A warm smile
And a heart that's true
Or maybe a child
With chestnut hair
And skin like milk
A little voice
Smooth as silk
Of this child I dream
Both day and night
So please tell me true
That this child I dream of
Might someday be you
Your name shall be known
To Dwarves, Elves and Men
For adventure shall follow you
Once you've grown tall, but
A simple Hobbit's life till then
Frodo finished singing and then heard Sam gasp in surprise, quietly. He sat up quickly and looked at Sam with worry written on his face. Had Sam's pains returned? Had he hurt the child somehow?
He searched Sam's face, only to find that Sam had closed his eyes once more, and was smiling softly.
"Are you alright, my love?" Frodo asked.
"I'm perfect, Frodo-dear!" Sam whispered back. "I just felt our wee babe move for the first time. I think we both enjoyed your song, sir, and I believe I've come up with a name for our child."
"Oh?"
"What do you think of Lyndir?"