More Trouble at Bag End
Author:AngieT
Warning: Highly improbably, fluffy, and unBetaed. No ownership, no profit or anything like that.
Summary:The continuing story of Bilbo finding baby-sitting a bit more than he bargained for. An old friend visiting turns out to be not much better at it.
For LilyBaggins.
lj-cut text"More trouble at Bag End."
It was some time later in the night when Aragorn the Ranger came slowly back to awareness.
He remembered he was at the home of his friend Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. He had fallen asleep in the large chair by the hearth. The room was warm around him and he could hear the crackle of the fire.
Upon his chest he could feel the pressure of a small weight and he frowned for a moment wondering what it could be before he opened his eyes. Ah, yes. He looked down and his eyes met a tumble of dark curls turned to russet in the firelight. He marvelled at the tiny being which lay sleeping on his chest. Reaching round to support the plump bottom Aragorn shifted in his chair to relive his stiffening back. His movement was greeted by a snuffle from the baby and a pair of sleepy blue eyes blinked open and then below them a tiny mouth gaped in a yawn.
"Did I wake you little one?" Aragorn whispered. He was very proud of the way he had dealt with the crisis at Bag End. It seemed there ere many things he could turn his Ranger skills to – including baby minding. Frodo shifted a little, curling and relaxing the one small fist that was visible around his blanket. Aragorn watched entranced the little pink flushed face, monitoring closely for any return of the toothache which had troubled the little one earlier. Frodo seemed quite contented for now. Aragorn felt the little body relax…. Ahh.. There was a warm wet feeling which suddenly soaked through his tunic over his chest and stomach. It seemed to spread remarkable quickly.
Aragorn grimaced. He levered himself up from the chair and carried Frodo over to the sofa beside which his basket of belongings had been set.
Aragon set the baby down upon a spread towel and then looked down at himself. Really this was a most peculiar feeling. He pulled his still warm and very wet tunic away from his skin and pulled a face. Adorable the child might be but there were certain repercussions to feeding and holding babies. Obviously the nappy had been inadequately fastened. Frodo fretted and fussed where he lay. He obviously did not like being wet either.
Aragorn swiftly stripped off his tunic and shirt and collected a damp towel from the kitchen to quickly mop off his chest and stomach. He then turned his attention to getting Frodo cleaned and changed, being grateful that it was only a liquid production this time. He had just whipped clean the dimpled pink bottom and applied some soft powder and was reaching into the basket for a fresh napkin when it happened. His face as down by the edge of the sofa as he searched out what he wanted. Frodo, taking advantage of the cool air and freedom did what came naturally, and unfortunately Aragorn got most of it in his face and hair.
Stifling an oath Aragorn reached for the damp towel again. Really this was too much. It was only a tiny baby, where did it all come from?
Having learnt from his past mistake Aragorn cleaned, powdered, and renapkined in record time less the cool air inspire any further productions.
Frodo was cooing happily by now and Aragorn could not help but smile ruefully. "You are a lot more trouble than you look."
The end
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