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auntiemeeshHappy birthday, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lily_the_hobbit! I hope you're having a wonderful day and that this is a fantastic year for you, with lots of success at school, and plenty of hobbits to keep you company. :)
I don't unfortunately have any new fic for you, but I thought I would pass on this mathom. I don't remember when I wrote this, but it's a little piece of Frodo and Bilbo love.
The First Birthday - part one
Bilbo silently opened the door to Frodo’s bedroom and looked in on the sleeping form of his young charge. Frodo had been living with him for just over five months, and already he couldn’t remember what life had been like without the lad.
Moving as stealthily as if it were a dragon sleeping in that bed, he slipped into the room and carefully placed a thick envelope on the bedside table. Slipping out just as noiselessly, he closed the door with a smile and hurried down the hall to the kitchen, where he began preparing breakfast.
Half an hour later Bilbo heard the first sounds of stirring from Frodo’s room. There was the usual thumping and bumping about that he’d come to associate with Frodo washing and getting dressed. The lad was a bit clumsy in the morning and everything he did made a great deal of noise. Then there was silence and Bilbo pictured Frodo opening the envelope. He wondered what the lad’s reaction would be, and tried to still the nervous fluttering in his stomach.
Trying to be patient, he poured out the tea and set breakfast on the table, settling himself in his customary chair. He did not have long to wait. He had barely settled himself when he heard Frodo’s door open and footsteps come hurrying down the hall.
The lad burst into the kitchen, brown curls still tousled with sleep, red cheeks giving ample evidence of a vigorous wash, and eyes wide. In his hand, he held a thick sheaf of papers and he looked at Bilbo with an expression that held love and gratitude, but also the barest hint of a sorrow Bilbo fervently wished he could erase forever from the eyes and heart of his precious lad.
“Happy birthday, Frodo-lad,” Bilbo exclaimed cheerfully, knowing only time could work that sort of cure.
“Happy Birthday to you, too,” Frodo answered. “Bilbo,” he asked, brandishing the papers, “is this what I think it is?”
“Indeed it is, my lad. I’ve taken the liberty of adopting you officially. I’ve spoken to your Uncle Rory and he agreed that it only made sense, what with you living here and all. I do hope you don’t mind.” Bilbo was suddenly uncertain. Maybe this was too soon. Maybe he should have waited a bit longer before springing this on the lad.
Frodo’s face split in a wide grin. “It...it’s wonderful!” he exclaimed. “But are you sure? After you’ve had me a bit longer, you might decide you’ve made a terrible mistake.” He said this with a cheeky grin, but Bilbo could see the uncertainty lurking deep within his eyes.
“Never you fear, Frodo my lad,” he answered, a bit gruffly. “I will always want you.”
Frodo didn’t answer with words, but the sheen of his eyes and the strength of his hug were all the thanks Bilbo needed.
“Come now, lad. Breakfast is getting cold.”
The First Birthday - Part Two
Frodo sat in the garden, thinking hard. Bilbo’s present had been a wonderful surprise, but it left him with a bit of a dilemma. He’d planned to give the older hobbit a box of monogrammed handkerchiefs, but that seemed rather inadequate now. There had to be something he could give Bilbo that would be as special as the gift Bilbo had given him, but for the life of him, he couldn’t think what it was.
He found himself idly watching as Hamfast Gamgee supervised his youngest son, Sam, who was trimming the hedges. The lad showed a keen interest in gardening and had been helping his father all summer. Frodo enjoyed watching the relationship between the two. The Gaffer was a gruff hobbit whose bark was far worse than his bite, as Frodo had come to realize. The young gardening apprentice listened to his father carefully, always tried to correct his mistakes and rarely made the same mistake twice, and never seemed hurt in the least when his Gaffer barked an order or called him a ninnyhammer.
Frodo had come to the conclusion that as much as Sam loved gardening, he also loved spending the time with his gaffer. And Ham clearly felt the same way, sending frequent looks of pride and affection towards the lad.
Frodo was beginning to get the seeds of an idea as he watched the gardeners, hard at work. Maybe there was something he could give Bilbo, after all. Hurrying inside, he checked first to see where Bilbo was. Reassured that the old hobbit was busy with preparations for the party they were having later that afternoon, he hurried to the study. He had work to do, and he wanted to get it done before lunch.
He just barely succeeded, getting everything arranged to his satisfaction minutes before Bilbo called his name.
“Frodo. Time for lunch!”
“I’m coming, Bilbo,” he called back. Looking around, he nodded in satisfaction before carefully closing the door behind him and joining Bilbo in the kitchen.
“You’ve been very quiet this morning,” Bilbo commented as he ate. “What have you been doing?”
Frodo heard the note of suspicion in his guardian’s voice and smiled to himself. “Oh, this and that. I was rearranging your study, mainly.”
“What!?” A mouthful of chicken flew across the table as Bilbo stared at Frodo in consternation. The older hobbit’s mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out, and Frodo had a hard time suppressing the laughter he felt.
“I think I’ve made a much better use of the space, Uncle.” Frodo was enjoying himself, but he didn’t want Bilbo to get really upset, so he decided to get things over with. Truthfully, he was a trifle nervous. Well, more than a trifle nervous, really. “You should come look at it, and see what you think.”
Bilbo was visibly trying to stay calm. “Yes, I suppose I should.”
The two hobbits walked down the hall to the study, and Frodo stood aside, allowing Bilbo to enter first. He waited a moment, allowing the older hobbit to take in the changes he’d made before following.
When he entered the room, Bilbo looked at him with sparkling eyes. “So, my lad,” he commented. “You think this is an improvement, do you?” He was trying to sound stern, but Frodo could see hear the laughter that was being suppressed.
“The question is, what do you think?” he responded pertly, feeling much more sure of himself now.
Bilbo looked around the room. Frodo had not touched Bilbo’s desk, but had equipped another small table to function as another desk, for himself. On it, he had placed a thin book that was written in Elvish, a slate and chalk, several sheets of parchment, and a quill and ink bottle.
“What do I think,” mused Bilbo. “Well, for starters, that book is altogether wrong.” Picking it up and returning it to it’s proper place on the bookshelf, Bilbo searched for a moment until he found one that suited him better. “This is the book Elrond gave me, when I left Rivendell to return to the Shire, after my travels. It makes a very good primer. I think you should start with that.”
“So you’ll teach me Elvish?” Frodo asked.
“My dear boy,” Bilbo responded, eyes shining, “nothing would give me greater pleasure.” He cleared his throat before continuing, “But now, we have a party to attend, you and I. I think it is time for us to go greet our guests.”
Heart brimming with love and happiness, Frodo followed Bilbo out of the smial, ready to celebrate his first birthday at Bag End.
lily_the_hobbit! I hope you're having a wonderful day and that this is a fantastic year for you, with lots of success at school, and plenty of hobbits to keep you company. :)I don't unfortunately have any new fic for you, but I thought I would pass on this mathom. I don't remember when I wrote this, but it's a little piece of Frodo and Bilbo love.
The First Birthday - part one
Bilbo silently opened the door to Frodo’s bedroom and looked in on the sleeping form of his young charge. Frodo had been living with him for just over five months, and already he couldn’t remember what life had been like without the lad.
Moving as stealthily as if it were a dragon sleeping in that bed, he slipped into the room and carefully placed a thick envelope on the bedside table. Slipping out just as noiselessly, he closed the door with a smile and hurried down the hall to the kitchen, where he began preparing breakfast.
Half an hour later Bilbo heard the first sounds of stirring from Frodo’s room. There was the usual thumping and bumping about that he’d come to associate with Frodo washing and getting dressed. The lad was a bit clumsy in the morning and everything he did made a great deal of noise. Then there was silence and Bilbo pictured Frodo opening the envelope. He wondered what the lad’s reaction would be, and tried to still the nervous fluttering in his stomach.
Trying to be patient, he poured out the tea and set breakfast on the table, settling himself in his customary chair. He did not have long to wait. He had barely settled himself when he heard Frodo’s door open and footsteps come hurrying down the hall.
The lad burst into the kitchen, brown curls still tousled with sleep, red cheeks giving ample evidence of a vigorous wash, and eyes wide. In his hand, he held a thick sheaf of papers and he looked at Bilbo with an expression that held love and gratitude, but also the barest hint of a sorrow Bilbo fervently wished he could erase forever from the eyes and heart of his precious lad.
“Happy birthday, Frodo-lad,” Bilbo exclaimed cheerfully, knowing only time could work that sort of cure.
“Happy Birthday to you, too,” Frodo answered. “Bilbo,” he asked, brandishing the papers, “is this what I think it is?”
“Indeed it is, my lad. I’ve taken the liberty of adopting you officially. I’ve spoken to your Uncle Rory and he agreed that it only made sense, what with you living here and all. I do hope you don’t mind.” Bilbo was suddenly uncertain. Maybe this was too soon. Maybe he should have waited a bit longer before springing this on the lad.
Frodo’s face split in a wide grin. “It...it’s wonderful!” he exclaimed. “But are you sure? After you’ve had me a bit longer, you might decide you’ve made a terrible mistake.” He said this with a cheeky grin, but Bilbo could see the uncertainty lurking deep within his eyes.
“Never you fear, Frodo my lad,” he answered, a bit gruffly. “I will always want you.”
Frodo didn’t answer with words, but the sheen of his eyes and the strength of his hug were all the thanks Bilbo needed.
“Come now, lad. Breakfast is getting cold.”
The First Birthday - Part Two
Frodo sat in the garden, thinking hard. Bilbo’s present had been a wonderful surprise, but it left him with a bit of a dilemma. He’d planned to give the older hobbit a box of monogrammed handkerchiefs, but that seemed rather inadequate now. There had to be something he could give Bilbo that would be as special as the gift Bilbo had given him, but for the life of him, he couldn’t think what it was.
He found himself idly watching as Hamfast Gamgee supervised his youngest son, Sam, who was trimming the hedges. The lad showed a keen interest in gardening and had been helping his father all summer. Frodo enjoyed watching the relationship between the two. The Gaffer was a gruff hobbit whose bark was far worse than his bite, as Frodo had come to realize. The young gardening apprentice listened to his father carefully, always tried to correct his mistakes and rarely made the same mistake twice, and never seemed hurt in the least when his Gaffer barked an order or called him a ninnyhammer.
Frodo had come to the conclusion that as much as Sam loved gardening, he also loved spending the time with his gaffer. And Ham clearly felt the same way, sending frequent looks of pride and affection towards the lad.
Frodo was beginning to get the seeds of an idea as he watched the gardeners, hard at work. Maybe there was something he could give Bilbo, after all. Hurrying inside, he checked first to see where Bilbo was. Reassured that the old hobbit was busy with preparations for the party they were having later that afternoon, he hurried to the study. He had work to do, and he wanted to get it done before lunch.
He just barely succeeded, getting everything arranged to his satisfaction minutes before Bilbo called his name.
“Frodo. Time for lunch!”
“I’m coming, Bilbo,” he called back. Looking around, he nodded in satisfaction before carefully closing the door behind him and joining Bilbo in the kitchen.
“You’ve been very quiet this morning,” Bilbo commented as he ate. “What have you been doing?”
Frodo heard the note of suspicion in his guardian’s voice and smiled to himself. “Oh, this and that. I was rearranging your study, mainly.”
“What!?” A mouthful of chicken flew across the table as Bilbo stared at Frodo in consternation. The older hobbit’s mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out, and Frodo had a hard time suppressing the laughter he felt.
“I think I’ve made a much better use of the space, Uncle.” Frodo was enjoying himself, but he didn’t want Bilbo to get really upset, so he decided to get things over with. Truthfully, he was a trifle nervous. Well, more than a trifle nervous, really. “You should come look at it, and see what you think.”
Bilbo was visibly trying to stay calm. “Yes, I suppose I should.”
The two hobbits walked down the hall to the study, and Frodo stood aside, allowing Bilbo to enter first. He waited a moment, allowing the older hobbit to take in the changes he’d made before following.
When he entered the room, Bilbo looked at him with sparkling eyes. “So, my lad,” he commented. “You think this is an improvement, do you?” He was trying to sound stern, but Frodo could see hear the laughter that was being suppressed.
“The question is, what do you think?” he responded pertly, feeling much more sure of himself now.
Bilbo looked around the room. Frodo had not touched Bilbo’s desk, but had equipped another small table to function as another desk, for himself. On it, he had placed a thin book that was written in Elvish, a slate and chalk, several sheets of parchment, and a quill and ink bottle.
“What do I think,” mused Bilbo. “Well, for starters, that book is altogether wrong.” Picking it up and returning it to it’s proper place on the bookshelf, Bilbo searched for a moment until he found one that suited him better. “This is the book Elrond gave me, when I left Rivendell to return to the Shire, after my travels. It makes a very good primer. I think you should start with that.”
“So you’ll teach me Elvish?” Frodo asked.
“My dear boy,” Bilbo responded, eyes shining, “nothing would give me greater pleasure.” He cleared his throat before continuing, “But now, we have a party to attend, you and I. I think it is time for us to go greet our guests.”
Heart brimming with love and happiness, Frodo followed Bilbo out of the smial, ready to celebrate his first birthday at Bag End.
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Date: 2006-01-26 02:31 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2006-01-26 03:20 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2006-01-26 02:55 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-01-26 03:58 pm (UTC)Frodo didn’t answer with words, but the sheen of his eyes and the strength of his hug were all the thanks Bilbo needed.
Eeee, happy-fic! I just love this.
:D
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Date: 2006-01-27 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-26 09:47 pm (UTC)My favorite line: “Never you fear, Frodo my lad,” he answered, a bit gruffly. “I will always want you.”
I always want Frodo too. :D
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Date: 2006-01-27 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-27 03:33 am (UTC)Frodo’s face split in a wide grin. “It...it’s wonderful!” he exclaimed. “But are you sure? After you’ve had me a bit longer, you might decide you’ve made a terrible mistake.” He said this with a cheeky grin, but Bilbo could see the uncertainty lurking deep within his eyes.
Awww! That was my favorite bit :)
Aaand...you gave a tiny plot bunny just now. I hope you don't mind :)
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Date: 2006-01-27 06:01 am (UTC)no subject
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