Ok, I'm doing this because I've developed writer's block on my other story. Guess that's what you get when you jump into things so quick. This is just because I need a creative outlet. I'll still be updating on my other main project.This series is based off of the Ultimate Fanfic Challenge on LiveJournal. I'm not entering it or anything, just writing it.
Disclaimer: You know, I asked for them for Christmas, but all I got was a camera. Maybe next year...
Characters: Frodo, Rosie, Sam
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 227
Rating: PG
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"Mr Frodo!" Sam's voice echoed through Bag End, into the study where Frodo was putting the finishing touches on his latest work. "Mr. Frodo, help! It's happening!" Frodo walked into the hall and down to the big bedroom. He eased open the door. Sam was there next to the bed, looking more excited and flustered than he'd been in a very long time. Rosie lay on the bed, panting and starting to sweat, one of her delicate hands between both of Sam's. Frodo smiled; they looked so ready.
"I'll go get the hot water."
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Rosie had been in labor for almost six hours. When it was over, Sam looked more proud of his wife than even his prized roses, and for Sam that was saying something. And when Frodo handed him his daughter, a tear dripped from his eye, and he choked up. Rosie was crying, Sam was crying, and Frodo was beginning to feel a tear slip from his eye. The child, now in Rosie's arms, and the only one not crying, reached up with a wide-eyed wonder to grab one of her mother's gentle curls.
Sam finally relaxed and sat down next to Rosie. He kissed her forehead, then looked down at his child. He stroked a single fair lock on her head, watching her fall alseep, then said with the utmost adoration:
"Elanor."
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Well, that's it. It'll be updating pretty irregularly, whenever I can't think of anything for my other story.