Bohemiansheep (may I add that the answer to you reviews are ending up in the draft for the fic? Lol) -

Ahh! ducksflicks back … Painful!

Hehehe yepsy-doodle, ickle baby :) Afore I forget, anyone have any suggestions for names for Merry and Pippin's little child? I named it already, just making sure there's not a better one out there.

BB – I feel sorry for him… but he nominated Eugene (who is my fave) so… (PS. Did you see her in the garden with the wine bottle? What her mother must think.)

:) Well, we all need something to watch once Big Brother's done with.

YES I DO! Hehe, only recentally. Oh, get one! It's fun, you can talk to yourself, and give yourself a weird name. Not that Bohemiansheep's not weird enough already... Seriosuly, mine's just moaning about my sister, someone I know and BB.

(ducks again and throws you cookie) I shall try, mon ami.

(Natter… hehe I like that word.)

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I'm going to write more for E, but as my internet may not work for a while for... Lor know's how long, I'm putting it up now.

For grapeofdeath - Who even followed me to my LJ to ask for SF MPreg lol.

It's not a good MPreg. But, it's good enough, ain't it?

I'm gonna try again later in the fic.

E is for Elanor

She's small, is the first thing Rosie notices, as the holds the baby in her arms. Though that's a stupid thing to think, the little lass is only 3 weeks old.

With the distinct few blonde curls and graceful features, she could have been mistaken for an elven child, if not for the large, Hobbit feet. And her parents, of course.

Her parents...

Rose thought that the babe had a look of Sam about her. But then that would have been natural, seeing how Rosie knew Sam was the father. Well, a father, at least.

"Rose, are you alright with her? I can take her back if not..."

"No, I'm fine. She's sleeping."

"If you're sure."

Another long and slightly awkward pause, as Rosie smiled down at the baby.

"Tea?"

She shook her head.

"No, thank you." The baby shifted slightly. "Where's her name from? I haven't heard it before."

"Elanor. It's a flower we found in Lórien."

"Oh. It's pretty."

"Thank you."

"I'd better be going. Lilly'll be waiting for me. I just thought I'd come and see her." She said, nodding at Elanor.

"It was nice seeing you, Rose." She stood slowly and handed the small child back to her father. "You'll have to come back again later, when Sam's here. Though I'm sure you'll see him on your way to the market." She nodded.

"Thank you, Mr Frodo. I'll see if I can come round again soon." And she found herself meaning that.

As she smiled Frodo as he held the baby, his baby his and Sam's baby, she found it easy to imagine her in Frodo's place.

But Sam had chose Frodo, not her. Something Frodo was obviously aware of, if the long pauses and embarrassed looks and being so reluctant to mention Elanor until she started crying, and Rosie had offered to hold her.

"You're lucky." She said, breaking the silence and causing Frodo to look up from his daughter's face, and not saying if she meant either having the baby... or having Sam.

Henodded and smiled back. "I am."

She noticed he didn't say either.