(A/N) This one's quite short, but there'll be more to come. Not a year later. Hopefully )
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters mentioned. I would like to own them, but I don't.
Chapter 2.
"You are joking. I won't get in there!"
Eowen, Arwen, Aragorn and a very distressed Faramir stood outside the neatly painted entrance of Bag End in the pouring rain as Pippin fumbled for the keys. Merry chuckled. "You'll manage. Gandalf did it, so can you!" And with a badly covered up snicker from the rest of the group, Pip pushed open the door and the six of them filed into the hallway.
Aragorn took off his sopping wet overcoat, handed it to Merry, and looked about him. It was a bit of a squash, but it also felt homey and comforting. Pictures of very well dressed hobbits smiled fondly at him from the walls, and one portrait in particular caught his eye. A beautiful hobbit lass with very dark wavy hair and deep brown eyes, and at her side sat a very handsome hobbit who's more familiar eyes were large and blue… And in the hobbit's lap sat a baby boy with his father's eyes and his mother's curly dark hair…
Aragorn's heart nearly skipped a beat as he realised that he was looking at baby Frodo. He had never seen an image of him as a child; indeed Frodo had never even spoken of his short time with his parents. Pippin was looking for Frodo and Sam, having already found that they were not in their beds.
"Lets all go into the living room; is anyone hungry?" Whispered Merry, leading the way. They entered the living room, another room made even cosier by the fire crackling merrily in the hearth. "Have a seat," he said. He glanced at the sofa, looked away, then looked back again, "but don't sit on Frodo and Sam. They won't appreciate it." Sure enough there, curled up on the sofa fast asleep, were the ex-ring bearer and his faithful gardener.
"Awww!" exclaimed Eowen, and Faramir rolled his eyes in amusement.
"Do you think we should let them sleep?" asked Arwen, kneeling down beside the dozing pair. Merry and Pippin looked at each other.
"What d'ya reckon, Pip?"
"Could be dangerous, Mer. Frodo never was a morning person."
"Neither was Sam."
"Exactly."
"Do you think they'd bite our heads off?"
"Yes! So don't even think about it!"
All heads spun to look at the sofa, where Frodo was gazing up at the group smiling softly.