Part one

“Balbo? Bruno? Bungo?”

“Polo? Sago? Mado?”

“Falconbard? Ruford?”

Frodo cringed at each name. He stared at his two cousins in absolute turmoil. “No, no and no. I want a nice name. Something unique, different.”

All three hobbits heard Sam snicker and each turned to look over at Samwise, who was currently throwing some more food onto his plate avoiding direct eye contact.

“Do you have any suggestions, Sam?” Frodo asked, looking more than a bit put out.

Since he had first woken up, Sam had pestered him that he should start thinking of a name for the coming babe. His babe. Though it was still early, Frodo figured it shouldn't be too difficult to come up with a name if it was a boy or a girl. Merry and Pippin volunteered to help, but so far every name they spoke sent shivers down Frodo’s spine.

As for Sam, ever since he had started this whole thing, he had remained respectfully silent. Suspiciously so.

Sam merely shrugged not bothering to hide his amusement. “What if it's a girl? I didn't hear no girl names.”

Frodo sighed and turned to his cousins. Merry and Pippin looked at each other and the names came tumbling forth.

“Luddely? Camila?”

“Sheila, Tulip?”

“Bruncha? Tamberia?”

Frodo dropped his head in his hands in full exasperation. They all sounded just plain awful. He didn't like any of them. Frodo had played with the idea of calling his child, depending on sex, after one of his parents. The problem was Sam had already named one of his children Primrose and it sounded far to close to his mother's name Primula. If he was to go live with Sam and his children, he didn't want to confuse the children's names, so that was out.

As for his father's name, Drogo-- sadly that too just didn't seem to sit well with him. To be sure, he loved his father, however a small baby, even a boy, the name Drogo sounded too big. Frodo was at a complete loss. It could take him up to the birth of his child before he would be able to come up with a satisfying name.

Seeing Sam bring over his plate of food and sit down beside him, Frodo looked to Sam for assistance. Sam offered his plate of food and Frodo grudgingly took it. “You are no help Samwise Gamgee.”

“All things take time and finding the right name for our babe is just one of those things. Stop trying to rush it. The perfect name will present itself.”

Frodo at once felt his annoyance fade and a smile sprung to his lips as Sam said, 'Our babe.' Even though it wasn't really, Sam already thought of the child as his. His growing irritation melted away.

The four hobbits were all sitting on a large blanket right next to a large apple blossoming tree. The Sun was shining brightly and there was a light breeze to remind them they would have a lovely warm spring. All around them everything was beginning to come to life. There was a small garden nearby with flowers, with many varieties preparing to bloom. Frodo stared at the beautiful garden and tried to think of a name that would be suitable for the child he carried. Nothing came to mind, he was drawing a complete blank.

Perhaps he should go the library and check some of the ancient and older books to see if any names might just pop out at him.

Sitting nearby, on her own blanket was the Queen and Faramir's wife, Arwen and Lady Eowyn. Arwen was dressed in a more relaxed than usual wear, preferring a white and green silk gown and a soft evergreen cloak over her shoulders. Today she had forgone her crown and instead wore a wreath of flowers above her head. Currently knitting, she had completed her baby quilt, but now was starting a new project of making some booties.

Eowyn was at her side, holding a book in her hands instead of knitting. She had tried to take that practice up, but it bored her to tears. She much preferred reading in her leisure time. Looking quite radiant, she was dressed in a black and red dress. She wobbled a little off balance when she took to sitting on the blanket. As she was nearing the end of her pregnancy, with her abdomen lowering slightly, she felt like a duck out of water, though everyone had informed her each day that she was as beautiful as ever.

Lying sods!

She was slightly envious of the Queen, she too was nearing her time and yet, Arwen still managed to walk with grace and poise.

Her two older children were just a bit further away from them, playing tag with some of the guards children. They had been introduced to Frodo earlier that morning at breakfast. The first meeting had been a bit awkward. Boromir and Theoden did not know how to handle meeting a legend, the hero and savior of Middle-Earth. But Frodo quickly set them at ease with a story about Bilbo and a dragon and before long they were all calling him Uncle Frodo.

Just a few minutes ago they had bustled around him showing him their toys. Eowyn had to shoo them away so Frodo could have some peace, though Frodo hadn't minded at all.

The Twins, Legolas and Gimli were also present. Legolas and the twins were currently sitting in the tree above the hobbits, watching them down below with loving and pure contentment clearly seen in their eyes. They were still astonished that Frodo had returned from the West, healed and pregnant. Delighted beyond words, they still couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Legolas especially felt as if not everything was well, as if some darkness still lingered around them. He just couldn't shake the feeling that evil was here. He wished whereever Aragorn had gone, he would hurry and return.

Gimli sat just behind the hobbits, stuffing his face with some left over rabbit, all the while eyeing the white trunk that was placed just a few feet from Frodo's side. They were all curious as to what was in that mysterious box, but they had agreed not to open it until all of the Fellowship was together. Gimli snorted in impatience. *Where was Aragorn?*

Listening to the Hobbits discussion, Arwen put down her knitting and looked over to see Sam had his arms wrapped around Frodo's waist, allowing Frodo to rest his head on his shoulder. Merry also seemed to need a connection and while eating an apple in one hand, he held Frodo's hand in the other. The scene was most touching. Of course she also had to laugh as Pippin took every opportunity when Frodo looked away to steal food off his plate. Some things never changed. One could see the happiness in each hobbits eyes. They were together again and life was good.

“Perhaps an Elvish name Frodo?”

Frodo looked over at the Queen and thought it over, while Sam shook his head. “Pardon me for saying so my Lady, but if we are going to be living in Hobbiton, we should be giving our baby a proper Hobbit name.“

Pippin, unable to resist as he stole a piece of broccoli off Frodo’s plate and popped it into his mouth, decided to once again speak without thinking. “Well, Sam how do we know it won't be half elf.”

As all eyes turned to him, Pippin swallowed hard.

“What is that suppose to mean, Pip!” Shouted Merry rather roughly. But Pippin decided to continue with his theory.

“We know it will at least be half hobbit, but Merry. what if it is Elvish? After all it was created on Tol Eressea where elves exist.“

Panic at once started to appear in Frodo's eyes. It was not that the idea of a half elf that bothered him. Frodo already did not know how he would birth a hobbit babe, but to birth a half elf, which would make the babe even larger--

Images of seeing his body splitting in too over took his thoughts. Frodo suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore. Pippin now on a roll finished with, “Or even human. Can you imagine Frodo having a man baby?”

Frodo thought he was going to faint.

“It would split him in half! Like splitting a log with an ax, right Gimli?”

“Fool of a Took! Shut up, will you! Your upsetting Frodo.” shouted Sam, throwing the first thing his hand could grab onto, the remains of a chicken bone. It promptly smacked Pippin on the forehead, causing him at last to stop speaking.

Frodo looked at Sam, dropped his plate and reached for his love. Sam quickly held Frodo closer to his body, doing his best to console him. “Now Love, you just calm down. Pippin is just talking nonsense. It will be a whole hobbit baby you make no mistake. Our Hobbit baby. Take little breaths, that's it--one more.”

Frodo did and after a few moments he was calm once again. When he managed to look up, he saw Pippin staring in shame at him. “I'm sorry, Frodo. I didn't mean anything by saying your babe being half hobbit. I was just thinking--”

Merry cut in, “Without thinking.”

“Yes, and well Elrond was half human and half elf wasn't he? He was beautiful, I mean, he still is but--well, you know. That is all I meant by it.”

Frodo grinned and reached out to take Pippins hand and nodded. “It's okay, Pip, it's just that images of a bigger baby kind of set me off.”

Pip thought that over and finally gasped and managed a tiny, “Oh.” The image certainly does take hold.

Merry quickly took the conversation elsewhere. “Lady Eowyn, have you thought of a name for your babe?”

Eowyn shrugged thinking over the question before answering. “I fully intended to call this one Frodo but, I have been informed that it will be a girl. Who am I to argue? After much debate with my husband and myself, we have agreed on several female names. I was thinking on Finduilas, Faramir's mother, or Théodwyn, my mother. However, I also like the name that my queen mentioned.”

Arwen gently laid her hand out to Eowyn and murmured gently in her ear. Eowyn smiled and nodded.

“Arwen suggested the name Silivren.”

Frodo allowed the name to roll off his tongue and agree. “That sounds lovely.”

Eowyn looked back at Frodo with adoring eyes. Was it just her imagination or did Frodo seem to radiate a glow all around him. “I know we haven't really had a chance to speak together, but please know how happy Faramir and I are that you returned. I also look forward to seeing the birth of your baby.” She paused and turned to Merry and Pippin. “Do you expect to stay until the birth?“

She also glanced at Sam, who's children awaited him in Hobbiton. Merry finished his apple and reached for another chicken drumstick.

“Pippin and I will head back later this week. We will return in time for the baby to come.”

Sam spoke up looking reluctant. “I feel a bit torn again, Frodo.”

Frodo only shook his head. “Sam, you have your children waiting for you. Besides it is only for a few months. They need their father. I am sure they are very lonely without you. Besides we have time now, lots of time to be together.”

Sam looked back in annoyance. “I already lost ten years, I don’t be needing to be losing anymore time with you. Besides you need me too.”

“Aragorn, Faramir, Legolas and Gimli, not including Elrohir and Elladan, will all be here to take care of me. I am sure they will make certain I don't over do it.” Frodo did not include the amount of fussing he would also be dealing with from the whole lot of them. With Sam gone they would be trying to take Sam’s place in that department.

Sam only puffed loudly, turning away slightly before putting his hands around his own waist. “I can't see why you can't just be coming along with us. We have healers in the Shire.”

Frodo gently touched his shoulder, his voice softening. “Sam, we discussed this. It is best I stay here with Aragorn at least until the birthing. He is the best healer of all Middle-Earth and will make certain no problems should arise with my--pregnancy. If they do, he is probably the only one that could handle it. The healers in the Shire are good, but they know nothing of males having babies.”

“Pardon me for saying so, but neither does Aragorn.”

“I am glad you hold such confidence in me Master Samwise.”

Everyone turned to see Aragorn had arrived. He was dressed still in his robes, but had his crown removed for the day. Sam blushed and started to speak, but Aragorn was already laughing and sat down next to Sam and Frodo where he was able to put each arm around them and pull them into a hug.

It had been the worst morning, having to deal with that stuffy emissary, but Aragorn finally convinced the man to wait until tomorrow to continue the --discussion of trade-- and now was able to enjoy the rest of his day with his friends and wife.

“My dear Sam, I take no offense. You are correct, I have never dealt with a male hobbit being pregnant or a human male for that matter. It is only right you are worried about Frodo. So are we all. However, I do have some good news. I have consulted the ancient library and I did manage to find one case of male pregnancy.”

Everyone's heads turned to Aragorn at this revelation. “Indeed, a male elf I should say. Back in the first age it is said.”

Arwen who had taken up her knitting cut in on her husband. “Armienas. His tale has almost been forgotten. He was born in Imlardis, before my father ever married my mother Celebrian. He was a friend of his for a great many years. He fell in love to a male elf who lived in Lothlorien. It is said that their love was forbidden.”

“Because they were two males?” asked Pippin.

“No, dear Peregrin. It was forbidden because his lover was already engaged to be wed to another. Armienas bore the child in secret with my father helping him through the pregnancy.”

“What happened? Did he sail into the West after the baby was born?” asked Merry.

Aragorn spoke before Arwen could. “He died. The baby lived however. He was named, Halin. He lived in Imlardis into the second age. He apparently loved books and became a historian. He eventually went over the sea. It is said that when he left, his other father went with him.”

Arwen smiled at Aragorn who smiled back at her.

“He died? Armienas died?” Frodo paled slightly as he looked at Aragorn.

At once Aragorn patted Frodo's back in reassurance. “Don't fear, Frodo. The Ancient Scroll I found was from Elrond's own hand writing and he gives a full detailed document of how the pregnancy progressed and he also gave afterward notations as to why he was unable to save Armienas life. With that knowledge, I am sure everything will be just fine. Trust me.”

Frodo swallowed and nodded numbly, trying to trust and yet still he had lingering doubts. Sam looked over at Frodo and took his hand into his own, but Frodo still looked rather pale.

“Can we open that trunk now?” Pippin finally cut in, he had gotten to his feet and now was wandering around the white trunk with great curiosity. With the subject turned to something else, Frodo recovered a little and smiled as Sam swatted Pippin's hands which seemed ready to yank the trunk open any second.

“You just settle down, Mr. Peregrin Took. Mr. Frodo said not until everyone is together.”

“But everyone is together!” pouted Pippin.

Frodo only grinned as another form made his arrival. Faramir joined his wife on the blanket and made taking up an apple looked at everyone around him, who were looking equally back at him.

“Sorry I'm late, I didn't get the message until now. I thought you wanted this to be private, just the Fellowship.”

Frodo smiled and shook his finger at Faramir. “You will represent Boromir. Now the Fellowship is complete.”

Taking a long moment to look at all of his friends and loved ones, Frodo felt an even deeper peace settle around him. He had never felt so happy. Reaching into his waist coat pocket, Frodo took out a small golden key and, pushing Pippin aside, unlocked the trunk with one hand and opened it.

All at once everyone looked within and saw small colorful wrapped packages. Frodo looked up and smiled at each of them. “As you well know, these are gifts given by those from the West. Lord Elrond, Gandalf and of course Galadriel herself. I was ordered not to open until the Fellowship was reunited, along with our newest... Fellowship. Lady Arwen, Lady Eowyn and Elrohir and Elladan. I also included Faramir to not only represent Boromir, but also to acknowledge that he too is a part of our family.”

Faramir felt a warmth go through him and he turned to Eowyn who smiled back at her husband, taking her hand into his own.

“And so, without further ado.”

Pippin scowled from where he sat. “This is taking too long.”

Ignoring him, Frodo took out the first small package. It was covered in pink and a small white parchment was sticking to it.

“This is for the Lady Arwen from her parents.”

Arwen took the package and held it in her hands for a long moment. She paused and glanced at Aragorn and then at Frodo. She seemed to be waiting.

“Open it!” replied Frodo, shooing her with his hands.

Arwen then slowly began to unwrap the present to reveal a small birch wooden box. On all four sides were intricate designs, all in a form of elvish. Arwen quickly read the lettering to see that they were words to a song.

Now completely mesmerized, she popped open the lid. At once music began to fill the air. The ancient melody filled her ears and tears came to her eyes. The melody was familiar, bringing forth images of long ago, in happier times.

“This-- this is a song my mother use to sing to me and my brothers when we were children.” She stopped and, placing the box in her lap, placed both hands over her mouth. The emotions swept through her.

Aragorn at once pulled her into his arms and kissed her cheek. The twins jumped from the tree and reaching Arwen they sat down beside her. For a time all stopped and listened to the gentle soft melody.

***

Recovering a few moments later, Arwen closed the lid and allowed her brothers to hold the box. Regaining her composure she turned to Frodo. “Please, continue.”

Frodo smiled and at once pulled out a small blue package and handed into Aragorn. “This is from Gandalf, to you. My King.”

Aragorn wasted no time and opened it to reveal a small booklet, within were various recipes on how to make--different types of fireworks.

Sam happily showed his delight. “Oh! I never thought I would ever again see Mr. Gandalf's fireworks.”

A note was placed within from Gandalf. 'Aragorn, know I have bestowed upon you this great gift, I am sure you will find it of much use. And when the days of this next generation are born, let my gift truly celebrate the renewal of life. Gandalf'

Aragorn closed the book and allowed his hand to play over it for a few moments. It had been too long and he missed his dear old friend.

Frodo touched Aragorn's arm and when there eyes met, Frodo spoke softly so only Aragorn would hear.

“He thinks of you often. We are always in his thoughts and memories.”

Aragorn put his book aside and reined in on his emotions and allowed Frodo to continue to hand out the gifts. Frodo handed the next two gifts to Elladen and Elrohir. The twins were stunned, but graciously took the gifts, asking if they could open them in private. They would be glad to let everyone know later what the packages were. It would be a day later that Arwen informed the others that the gifts given to Elladen and Elrohir had left them moved beyond tears. A gift from their mother, they each were given a letter from her and identical woven cloaks made by her loving hand.

Handing the next gifts out, Frodo handed Merry and Pippin each a small rust brown wrapped package. Pippin was the first to open his. He stared at the gift with growing surprise and delight. He held a crystal and metal made goblet with Elvish wording written in gold down at the bottom.

Looking to Arwen, the Lady read the words with a smile. “It is your name, and the name of your wife and children.”

Pippin stared at it in wonder and then paused to look back at Arwen. “Children? I only have a daughter.” Ignoring the other hobbits giggles, Pippin looked back at the goblet in wonder. He only then seemed to remember that elves had the gift of foresight. “Am I going to have a boy or a girl?”

Arwen brought her hand to her mouth unable to resist. “How about both?”

Pippin suddenly felt a bit light headed a slow wide grin came to his face.

Merry opened his and found it to be almost identical as Pippins. Only his was engraved in silver. He pounced on the second name. “Estella told me before I left that she was expecting. At least now I know we won’t have to look for any names.” He held it out to everyone. “Looks like our second will be a boy and what an apt name for a son, Rorimac- -named after my grandfather. Rory.”

When everyone looked away, Merry quickly wiped a tear from his eye.

“So--what will their names be? My babes?” asked Pippin trying to focus the attention back on himself. “I mean, if me and Di are having two more... Frodo, you read elvish.”

Frodo grinned shaking his head. “I guess when you head back to Hobbiton, you will have to make a quick stop at Rivendell and check through some of Elrond's old books to find out the translation.”

“My dearest cousin, are you telling me you are not going to tell me what these two names in elvish mean?”

Frodo shook his head with pride.

“Well I say!” was all about Pippin could muster in return.

Ignoring everyone's laughter, Frodo reached out and handed Gimli his present. A package wrapped in gold. Strangely it was the heaviest of gifts and was long and narrow.

“This is for you Gimli, from Lady Galadriel.”

Putting down his pipe, Gimli for the first time dropped his amused smile and grew quite serious. Carefully he took the package wrapped in green and held it with great relevance.

Seeing him make no attempt to open it, Legolas leaped from the tree and tapped his old friend on the shoulder. “Well, do we get to see it or do we have to wait until after your nap?”

Gimli shot Legolas a hard stare, but then smiled with delight as he opened the gift. Within was a brand new Ax made with the finest craft of any elf or even dwarf design. Special elvish writing was even placed on the tip of the handle.

Gimli, now fluent with elvish, thanks to the years of friendship with Legolas, saw his name and the name of his father engraved on it. He did not cry. He would not cry. He quickly took out a handkerchief and blew his nose. Seeing the amused stares around him he only sighed in pretend annoyance.

“It's a cold that refuses to go away.”

Not fooling anyone, Legolas gave Gimli a hug from behind. Gimli only grumbled a little and with no heat at all.

“The next gift is for you, Legolas, from both Lady Galadriel and Lord Elrond,” Frodo replied, handing Legolas a medium sized package wrapped in silk red.

Taking the package, Legolas bowed to Frodo and, sitting down beside Gimli, opened it. Within was a silver dagger with also his name engraved on the tips end. Legolas lowered his head and touched his forehead as he silently thanked them in his mind for this gift.

Frodo then pulled out the next gift and handed it to Lady Eowyn who looked at Frodo in surprise.

“For me?”

Frodo nodded. “Lady Galadriel was quite moved with your tale when I told it. Your pain and sorrow moved her deeply. She wishes you great joy in the years to come. She made this gift in which I helped in its creation and design.”

Eowyn slowly took the yellow silk wrapping and gasped to see within a specially hand crafted white rose made of Mirthril On the stem elvish writing was engraved in gold. Translated it read: Shield Maiden and protector of her people. She looked at Frodo and then at her husband unable to find any words to say. Tears drifted into her eyes, and Frodo knew she would treasure this gift to the end of her days.

Frodo moved onwards by handing Faramir another yellow silk wrapping. “And for you Faramir, our newest member to the Fellowship. In remembrance of Boromir.”

Faramir took the package and with great haste opened the package to find within a small statue that was the likeness of Boromir, his brother. The detail was intricate and precise as if only someone who had known his brother could have constructed such a resemblance.

Frodo smiled. “I hope you don’t mind, but I crafted it myself a few years ago. I do not know why, but I just couldn't get Boromir out of my mind at the time. The pain of his death has never quite left me and this was what I did to help with the memory. It was Gandalf however that thought since I was returning I should give it to you. I know how much you still miss him. Please no, we all feel incomplete without him.”

Faramir swallowed and tears filled his eyes. He then opened his arms and Frodo hugged him. “Thank you,” was all that he could manage to say and it was more than enough.

Frodo finally turned to the trunk and pulled out a small white package and handed it to Sam. “And this is for you Sam. Our bravest of all hobbits and the greatest gardener of Middle-Earth. From all of us in Valinor.”

Sam swallowed and held the small white package not sure what to say to this. Seemed a bit improper, but Sam knew better than to argue and besides he couldn't try to return the gift anyways. The givers were too far off. Nodding, Sam turned and opened the small gift without further delay.

Sam didn’t know what to say at first, as his own face filled with emotions. Within were two matching rings, one made of sapphire and the other was an emerald. They were both crafted identically and made of mithril and gold. The sun had them sparkling brightly and could be seen from a great distance. They were beautiful and enchanting all at the same time.

Sam looked at Frodo and then at the rings overcome by this wondrous gift. Sam handed Frodo the blue sapphire ring and Frodo handed Sam the green one. Each put the ring on a finger and for several long moments they simply stared at each other. Then they kissed, lightly, and gently. Two beats later, clapping and cheering filled the courtard. They broke the kiss and both Frodo and Sam clung to each other and stared at all those around them. For Frodo, he finally realized he had indeed come home. For home is where you are loved, and he was indeed loved.

***

As the party broke up slowly and each headed off to either perform some duty or chore, Frodo and Sam remained by the tree. Seated together, they only had eyes on each other. The love clearly shining in each other’s eyes.

They therefore did not notice the man standing on a ledge high above on the second citadel level. His cloak whipped around him, eyes narrowed, as he stared at the two lovers. He had watched the picnic for some time and the gift giving. But his eyes set themselves on only one person.

A small blue eyed figure that had a missing finger. He had never seen a more beautiful creature. A hobbit to be sure, though his other companions could not compare to this one's beauty. A diamond in the rough among simpletons.

This had to be the mysterious hobbit who had returned over the sea, the citadel guards had whispered about him in the halls as he passed. Beautiful. The Hobbit was truly beautiful. It had been some time since he had ever felt such strong emotions affect him.

He had plenty of slaves and servants waiting for him when he returned, but none of them even came close to matching this one's incredible light. The hobbits skin seemed to have a glow about it. Almost unearthly. He was perfect. His eyes as blue as the sky... that head of hair begging to be touched, his skin.

“Do not even think about it, my Prince.”

The man did not turn to the two that stood behind him, nor did he acknowledge what followed from one of there lips.

“This is the Ringbearer, the one they call Frodo Baggins. They of all Hobbits are most beloved by King Elessar. Loved and adored. To even contemplating what you are thinking--is more than dangerous. Your father would forbid it. Stick to the plan.”

The Prince only licked his lips. “All the better. I will do as my father bid me, but in all of this, I have been given nothing as a reward. I now speak clearly of what that reward shall be. That hobbit---I want him. I will have him.”

The two looked to each other and sighed. Once the Prince made up his mind it was impossible to change it. He was truly his father's son.

“When we complete the mission,” one of them men replied. The Prince agreed licking his lips in anticipation. “When we complete the mission.”

TBC

2

Frodo laid in Sam's arms, his feet playfully touched a blade of grass, while his fingers reached up and stroked Sam's golden curls. Sam responded by holding Frodo even closer in his arms, his eyes never leaving the face that he had loved for so many years and loved still. Sam could hardly believe the miracles he had experienced in the past few days. He had never in his wildest dreams thought he would ever hold his beloved Master again. Sam paused and reversed his thinking. Frodo his beloved.

No longer did the words Mr. Frodo come to his lips. He had tried, but somehow after so many years and all that he and Frodo had been through, Mr. Frodo just didn't sit right with him anymore. Not that he felt at equal with Frodo, it was just that things had changed. For the better, of course.

And here Frodo lay in his arms, healed and at peace and very pregnant. His eyes turned to Frodo's stomach where he could see a small bump. He was still unsure how Frodo had gotten pregnant. It was just so--amazing. Elf magic.

But a part of him couldn't help but wonder if Pippin was correct. What if this baby turned out to be half elf? Not that it mattered to him. It was Frodo's child and therefore it would be his child too. Yet, Sam couldn't help but feel a small bit of resentment. I mean, why couldn't Eru let him, Samwise, be the one to put that light inside of Frodo. Sam tried not to jealous but, he couldn't help himself. He was, if just a little bit.

A giggle brought him out of his thoughts, and Sam saw Frodo was now stroking his Sam's cheeks, then tracing his lips slowly.

“Sam. What is it? Where are you?”

Sam smiled pushing away his dark thoughts, for he would not speak them out loud. They could hurt his beloved and Sam vowed that he would never again permit Frodo to be hurt. Only loved.

“I was just thinking, how just a few months ago I had been crying in the garden. Missing Rose, and missing you most of all. The children were so distressed that I sent them to Rosie's parents for a few days. I remembered laying in my bed, the moonlight cascading through the window of my room. Bathing me with its blue light. I closed my eyes and I dreamed--I dreamed of you and me. How I had always wanted it to be between us.”

Sam turned away from Frodo and closed his eyes remembering the dream so long ago that had seemed so impossible. Sam did not see Frodo's eyes widen as a memory awakened inside of him. Tol Eressea, he had laid in the sand staring up at the sky. The moon was full and its light bathing his glistening salt and wet form after a midnight swim.

“I saw you swimming in the cool waters of the sea. You walked out and laid yourself down upon the sand. You glistened in the moonlight, your body pale and beautiful. Your face turned to the sky, your mouth slightly open, begging to be kissed.”

Frodo remembered a golden body covered his own and lips soft as satin touching his. It had been such a lovely dream.

“We clasped our hands together, gripped as one. Your legs wrapped around my waist, your body pliant and soft. Longing, wanting, needing. ”

Frodo remembered a slight bit of pain in his dream, but only a little. The hard body pressed against his, warm and filling every part of his being. Longing, wanting, needing. Complete.

“Then--then we just laid in each other’s arms, breathing and touching, kissing and I spoke, telling you all that I had wished and never said to you-- My love, you are my soul--”

And Frodo opened his tear filled eyes and cut Sam off, repeating the words spoken in his dream. “--soul mate, I loved you even before we met. A brother you are to me, a friend you always have within me. The sea may part us, but we are still together. Our hearts are one. Come back to me my love, for I will never be complete unless you are with me.”

Sam stopped and opened his eyes. Both looked at each other and remembered that dream, that far away dream that perhaps--was not a dream after all.

“Sam?”

“Frodo?”

Then a slow dawning smile came to Frodo's lips, with Sam slowly smiling in return. The jealousy left Sam’s body completely and both looked at the sky above them and each silently thanked the creator. For now, both knew whose child grew in Frodo's body. Their child, Frodo and Sam's child. Elf magic indeed, but the child would be all hobbit.

***

“So what do I need to expect, Aragorn?” Frodo was glad to finally be able to put his clothes back on.

Aragorn had summoned Frodo to the house of healing the next morning. After second breakfast, of course. It was high time Aragorn checked to make sure all was going well inside Frodo's body. Frodo had been a bit shy and more than a bit annoyed with the idea of being examined. Especially in the lower region of his body. Frodo also knew that Aragorn was only doing this for safety measures, but it was still a bit disconcerting. Sam had volunteered to stay in the room and hold Frodo's hand if need be, but Frodo was determined to be brave. He was an adult after all, so one must act like one. Whether he liked it or not.

After all, Aragorn had seen his naked body before. Ten years ago. It was just that... well, Frodo had been unconscious at the time and completely unaware of the whole process. Unlike this time. Laying on a slab of stone with not a stitch of clothing to cover himself made him feel exposed. It was also still early spring, so the morning had a crispiness in the air.

Aragorn had offered a slight herbal tea to settle Frodo's nerves, Frodo refused and, biting his lip, closed the door on Sam and removed his clothing. On the table, Frodo had closed his eyes and willed his mind someplace else.

Seeing Frodo's brave front and still feel the fear rolling off the poor Hobbit, Aragorn finally took his cloak and covered the upper part of Frodo's form to give him some semblance of dignity. Aragorn then did all he could to keep the matter light and to be as quick as possible. It had taken only about ten minutes. A few prods on Frodo's stomach, a listening ear, a few probing fingers in his nether region and it was over.

Frodo sighed in relief and with his cheeks still a bit flushed, he looked to Aragorn with just a tiny bit of dread. Aragorn had not spoken and was now washing his hands in a nearby bowl of water.

“Well?”

Aragorn turned to Frodo and smiled lightly. “That wasn't so bad, was it?”

“No, of course not. I really enjoyed undressing and laying naked before the King of Gondor with his finger stuck up my-- bottom. I will live as long as you tell me all is well.”

Aragorn helped Frodo with putting on his shirt. “All is well, Frodo. I apologize for the full exam, but it was necessary. As far as I can tell, your body is starting to change. At least inside of you. Your hips have widened just slightly and I have detected a womb or rather a small sack where the baby is growing inside. I hear a strong but steady heart beat and from my calculations, I think you are about two and half months along. Possibly three months, nearing the end of your first trimester.”

Frodo agreed. “Three. It has to be three months.”

Frodo touched his abdomen gently and looked back at Aragorn. “Go on.”

“From what I can see, all is progressing normally. How long do Hobbits carry their young? I know in humans it usually runs about 9 months.”

“About the same then.”

“Hmm, excellent. Well, as far as I can tell, all is fine. The only problem I see is how you will birth the child.”

Frodo thought about that and looked rather frightened. “How did the elf--I mean Armienas give birth to his babe?”

“From Elrond's notes, he said that during the eight month of pregnancy a small slit began to form just below his ahm, testies. When it was time, it seemed to split open.”

“So, like a woman, his body pushed the baby out. I am familiar with some of the female anatomy. I approached Bilbo about it after I came to live with him and his solution was to give me a few books.”

Aragorn laughed and then grew serious . “Yes and no. It seemed there was not enough open area and the baby could not come forth. Elrond had to--” Aragorn stopped as if thinking over what he was about to say but Frodo already knew what he meant.

“He had to cut him open.”

Aragorn nodded. “That may not occur, Frodo.”

“It is something that must be kept in mind. I already told you Aragorn, whatever happens, if it comes down to saving me or the baby-- save my baby.”

Scowling slightly, Aragorn gave in but not easily.

“Did Elrond say why he thought Aremienas died?”

“A matter of complications actually. Bleeding was one of them. Elrond had to cut and when the baby finally came, there was a lot of damage done to his insides. He would mend one area only for another part of his body would tear open and bleed. Armienas died from loss of blood.”

“Poor Halin. He must have grown up feeling quite alone. I am glad though he went across the sea with his other father. I wish I had known about him. I would have liked to have met him. Perhaps someday, if I ever choose to return to Tol Eressea.”

Turning to Aragorn, Frodo smiled to see Aragorn's pale face and hurried to reassure the once Ranger of the North.

“But that won't be for a very long, long time.”

“A very long time,” added Aragorn.

“So, what can I expect, Aragorn? I know my body will, ah, enlarge, but what else? Will this be like women births?”

“I figure it shall be. Elrond said that Armienas experience the same ailments of other pregnant females. I am sure any day now you will start suffering what is called morning sickness.”

Frodo blanched. “You mean--I won't be able to hold down my meals?” What tragedy, thought Frodo.

Aragorn laughed, of all things it was of course the loss of food that would be most upsetting to a hobbit. “I will speak to the cooks and begin serving you more traditional and nutritional meals with high protein. I will talk to Master healer Graham and make certain you start getting some certain herbs and teas that will ease your bouts of sickness, when it comes.”

Frodo frowned. “And?”

“You will soon begin to notice your clothes are a bit small around your waist. I will have Arwen hire some seamstresses and see if they can make you some comfortable clothing for the months ahead. You must also be aware that you may undergo other illnesses. Back pain, leg cramps, nausea, heartburn, some nose bleeding, dizziness and possibly weakness and fatigue. These are all normal symptoms during pregnancy. This usually occurs mostly in the second trimester but can also lead up to the third trimester.”

Frodo's frown deepened. “Lady Arwen is in her third trimester?”

“Yes, so I am sure she will be able to help you through what is to come. Oh, and cravings. You will have very strong cravings, probably for outlandish foods. It is just your body wanting or needing certain nutrition which is probably found in those foods.”

Frodo couldn't resist. “What has Lady Arwen craved?”

Aragorn smiled and remembered the pregnancy of his first child. “Ice... lots of ice and sugary treats.” His smile faded when he remembered the loss of his baby. His heart still bled the grief of the daughter he would never hold in his arms.

Seeing his sadness, Frodo touched Aragorn's hand. “All will go well this time. I can feel it. You won't lose this one or anymore that come after.”

Aragorn placed his hand over Frodo's and kneeling once more, he smiled into Frodo's eyes. “You are right, Frodo. This time we will go through it together. All the way.”

Frodo reached in and kissed Aragorn's cheek. “All the way.”

After a long moment, Aragorn spoke softly. “If you feel uncomfortable with these exams, Frodo-- I mean me, being the one. I could arrange, until the birthing, another healer to look over you.”

Frodo only used his free hand to touch the side of Aragorn's head and push back a long string of brown hair. “I will never forget the day we met. When I foolishly danced on that table, singing and then falling on that hard wooden floor. You were most upset with me. And I was absolutely terrified when you grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and threw me up the stairs and into your private room. Terrified and completely mesmerized by your eyes when you threw off that hood. Even then I knew--I could rely upon you, believe in you, trust in you. I trust in you now. I know I won't make it easy for you, I can be quite stubborn.” Ignoring Aragorn's amused raised eyebrow, Frodo continued. “I became quite fond of you Aragorn. You are more than just my King, or even a part of my Fellowship. You will always have a part of my heart.”

Frodo drew Aragorn's hand to his chest and Aragorn felt the tears rise in his eyes. “Other than my Sam and cousins, I missed you most of all when I went into the West. You were more than just my guide and protector. You are my brother. A part of my family. I love you very much. And before I lose my nerve, I want to ask you to be my child's Godfather.”

Seeing Aragorn's confusion, Frodo explained what he meant. “In the Shire, well, for us Hobbits, it is customary to have a second father for our offspring. Commonly called a 'Godfather.' It is just in case the father of the child should die or has to leave the home. The Godfather stands in at those moments as a guide, teacher and sometimes even a protector. Saradoc, Merry's father was my Godfather. When my parents died, that is why I was sent to Brandy hall. He was very kind to me. He tried so hard to give me the attention he thought I needed, but he had so many duties and so many children to look after in the Hall. I do remember once though, when Merry was just five years old, he took us both fishing. Just the two of us and no one else. It had been such a special day. Anyway, I would like to ask that you be my baby's Godfather, for I can think of no one else that could be the most perfect guide and protector of my child. That is--if you want to. ”

Aragorn allowed the tears to fall and he found at first he could not speak And when he did, it was choked and full of emotion. “I would be honored.”

Frodo smiled and, taking out a small white cloth from his pocket, he wiped Aragorn's tears himself. “No more tears, Aragorn. Now is the time for joy and happiness. For all of us.”

And Aragorn was so moved, he took Frodo into his arms and hugged him and Frodo hugged back.

***

He watched the four hobbits from the window. They were sitting in the garden of the courtyard looking at the flowers and gesturing towards the White Tree, full of blossoms and life. Two blue birds sat in the branches of the white tree and sang together in harmony. The beautiful hobbit held up his arm and both birds flew to him and perched themselves on his hand. The other Hobbits smiled and seemed to be drinking in the joy and pleasure of all that life brought to them.

His eyes narrowed and he felt a heat go through him when he saw the Ringbearer smile. He was beautiful, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Whatever happened, Frodo Baggins would belong to him. And he would kill anyone who stood in his way. The King came into view, followed by his queen. They were standing just a few feet from the garden, watching the four hobbits with elation and pleasure.

‘Including you King Elessar. You will be the first to die.’

A hand grabbed his shoulder. The Prince turned to see the Prince of Ithilien and two of Gondor's guards standing behind him. Cerebus could see the anger and suspicion in the young man's eyes.

“The King will see you in the throne room now.”

Prince Cerebus roughly removed Faramir's hand from his shoulder and bowed with an amused grin on his face before he headed down the hallway. The two guards followed him.

Faramir stayed behind and glanced out the window. He saw the King and Queen but knew that was NOT what the Prince had been looking at. He looked to the four hobbits standing in the courtyard's garden and knew without a doubt that Cerebus had been looking at only one thing. Anger boiled over him and he knew he would have to speak to Aragorn of his unease over the Prince and his seemingly growing obsession to the Ringbearer. This was twice now he had caught the man gazing at Frodo with a hunger in his eyes. He only hoped Aragorn would believe him.

***

“Faramir--”

“Your Majesty--”

Faramir tried to speak, but Aragorn only put his hands on Faramir's shoulders and smiled.

“Faramir, I know how you feel about the emissary and I feel the same way. But I am sure you are just misreading things. I mean--” Faramir lowered his head and Aragorn swallowed hard. He softened his voice. “You really think he may try to harm Frodo?”

Faramir raised his head and nodded.

Aragorn sighed and gave in, though he truly felt Faramir was being overly protective of Frodo. “Very well. From now on, when Frodo goes anywhere, he is to have an escort. I would prefer one of the Fellowship, however, if Legolas or Gimli are busy, then make certain one of my guards is with him.”

“Sam, Merry and Pippin are still leaving tomorrow?”

“Yes, though Sam doesn't want to. He has children waiting for him in the Shire. I can understand his feelings of being torn. But I dare not let Frodo leave with them. Do not tell Sam of your suspicions about Prince Cerebus. I will conclude our business today and have Cerebus leave for his homeland. Whatever danger or hidden agenda he may have will be much harder to conduct when he is not in my city.”

Faramir bowed and Aragorn headed for the Throne room. Faramir turned and headed back to his quarters. He was only a few steps towards his door when he heard a loud scream. Not even a minute later, Faramir shouted to the guards to fetch the King. Lady Eowyn was going into premature labor.

***

Night had fallen. Four hobbits, Legolas, Gimli and Lady Arwen stood outside a closed door. Inside a woman's screams could be heard, followed by the shuffling of feet and the soft voice of Faramir speaking to his wife.

Aragorn had summoned the Master healer, Graham, and his assistant Leia, often a mid wife for most female pregnancies within the city, to be at Eowyn's side. The premature labor had everyone in the citadel in growing fear.

Too soon, it was too soon. Whispers spread that another child would be lost to the Royal family of Gondor. As the night progressed, the screams of Eowyn weakened and with no word of how things faired within, the Fellowship began to wonder if indeed another burial would take place in the Royal tombs.

The sun crept over the mountainside and the sounds of birds singing was interrupted with the sound of a crying babe. Wonder and joy over came the Fellowship and the Citadel seemed to come back to life at the sound of a small infants cries.

Holding his hands in Sams, Frodo smiled when at last the door opened and Aragorn, with the Master healer and the Mid wife, came out of the room. Seeing the audience, including young Boromir and Theoden, who refused to sleep until they heard how mother and sibling were doing, Aragorn smiled at them all and took the two boys into his arms.

“Both mother and child are doing fine. It is a girl and they have decided to name her Finduilas Rose.”

Dread and fear disappeared throughout the city and a day of rejoicing and celebration began. Except in one part of the city, where a dark Prince plotted a long awaited revenge upon the King and all of Gondor.

3

He sat in complete happiness under the white tree. It was still in full blossom and Frodo was in wonder at watching the sun slowly rise over the mountains. It was still a cool morning and he was wearing a thick cloak. He knew Sam would have wrapped him in several more layers if he knew Frodo had gone out.

It was still early and had taken well late into the night for Sam to finish his packing and fall into a restless sleep. Poor Sam, he was so torn. He wanted his entire family with him, but nine of them were still in the Shire and it would be insane to drag them all to Minas Tirith and stay for what could be at least a year.

He could not take Frodo to the Shire in his current condition.

Completely infuriated, Sam had a pretty good bout of temper, before settling down, and then fell into a deep sullen sleep in his beloved arms. Frodo felt responsible for putting Sam in such a position. He wished he had a solution, but at the moment he didn't. He only knew that if his own child was to live, it was best to remain in the White city under Aragorn's watchful eye.

More than a few times, Frodo wished Gandalf had come with him. But, that wizard had been absolutely stubborn.

“I have done my work Frodo. I have earned my rest have I not?”

Frodo had to agree. So he came alone. But he wasn't alone. Everywhere Frodo turned he had friends and loved ones ready to help or give him a hand. And Sam. He had Sam in his life again. They had been given a second chance at love and Frodo was not going to let it slip from his fingertips again.

Seven months until he would give birth and, if all went well, perhaps a few months hence he could be making his way back to the Shire.

The Shire. Frodo tried to concentrate and remember the Brandywine river, Brandy hall, Green dragon and of course Bag End. Instead, all Frodo could see was Sam, Aragorn, Arwen, Legolas, Gimli, Merry, Pippin, Faramir, Eowyn--the faces came all together as one. He now understood what Gandalf had been trying to tell him as he boarded the ship.

“Your home is where you are loved, Frodo. Remember that.”

Gandalf was right, he no longer belonged to one place. It was people, the ones he loved, that he belonged to. That is why Minas Tirith seemed so welcoming and warm. Because so many that he loved were here. When he did leave for the Shire, Frodo knew that he would have a gaping hole deep in his heart. He wished with all his heart that they could all stay together. That he didn't have to be separated from those that he loved all the time. Why did fate have to be so cruel?

With so many conflicting thoughts, Frodo had left Sam sleeping in bed, had dressed and come here to the White Tree. Somehow just staring at something that once belonged to The Valar made Frodo feel just a little closer to Gandalf. He could almost see Gandalf standing before him. All in white, holding his staff, smiling A cold breeze shot through him and Frodo pulled his cloak closer around his shoulders.

“Excuse me, little one. I hope I am not interrupting you?”

Frodo spun around and gasped when he saw a large man towering over him. Human? He had dark brown hair and was dressed in dark clothing. On his shirt was an image of a three headed dog. Or was it a wolf? The man had dark eyes and Frodo felt his skin grow cold. Fear and warning bells seemed to be coming from inside of him. He could almost feel the evil coming from this being. Evil. Yes, Frodo could sense this man was very evil indeed and had evil intent.

Frodo glanced around the courtyard hoping to see a few guards. He spotted one, but he was quite a distance and seemed more intent on drinking a hot cup of coffee then concerning himself with a halfling and a human.

Finding his voice, Frodo tried to calm his nerves and slowly walk around the man, heading towards the guard. 'Slow,' Frodo thought to himself. 'Don't let him think he has scared you. Your being a silly hobbit, this is the emissary that has come from Suffleous. You are being overly emotional and paranoid. He wouldn’t dare harm the Ringbearer. Not in the White City.'

“No, it is a bit cold however, I think I shall return to my quarters. Good day Sir.”

The Human fell into step and followed Frodo towards the citadel. His movement just as slow and just as determined.

“My name is Prince Macabah Cerebus from the Kingdom of Suffleous. And you are Frodo Baggins? Are you not? The Ringbearer and destroyer of the dark lords ring. Tell me, it is true?”

Frodo swallowed and took several more steps, his eyes closing and silently wishing for the guard to look his way. But the guard had turned away and was facing the east now. 'You are being silly, stop it Frodo Baggins. He is just curious. But the Cerebus... Beware the Cerebus. The three headed dog.' Frodo remembered the words of Eru. Danger, everything around him seemed to be screaming danger. He wanted to run. 'Run!' his mind screamed.

“Y-yes,” Frodo stammered not sure what to do.

An arm snaked out and grabbed him, and Frodo felt himself swung around and forced to face the man. He saw the dark eyes and the clear lust in them. Frodo suddenly felt faint.

“I would love to speak with you. Perhaps we could go to my quarters and have first breakfast with each other. I have always been fascinated by the Halflings of your race. So human and yet not, a little elf like and not. Completely different. Why, I think your kind would be most amusing. I mean after all, since King Elessar seems so intent on having halfings in his court, then perhaps every royal kingdom should have some as well. My home is perhaps not as quaint as Gondor, but it has great value and beauty.”

Frodo bit his lip. He tried to pull away, the human was now bending down so that his face was much closer. Frodo could feel a bile rising to his lips. He was going to be sick.

Frodo could feel the evil from this man so clearly, it reminded of the Ring. Sauron... Mordor... Frodo felt like he was starting to fall.

“In fact, I would want not just any halfling but you. Would you like that little one? Would you like to be mine?”

“Let go of me!” Frodo tired to yank away, but the human had now gripped his wrist and tightened his hold. “Stop it, your hurting me.” Pain shot through Frodo’s arm..

“Mine,” replied the human. The Hobbit is mine!

A loud growl was heard and suddenly the human released Frodo and fell backwards on the ground as an object came down and smashed on the stone slab where the human had been just seconds before.

Frodo tilted slightly and saw the ax and looked up to see a dwarf staring at the human with great venom and rage that even for a moment frightened Frodo. Then, everything started to swing around him. He felt gentle arms taking him by the shoulders. He remembered glancing up into the grim and concerned face of Legolas just before he blacked out.

***

“Frodo? Mr. Frodo? Frodo? Please, wake up?” Frodo could hear Sam calling him and he felt as if he was trying to float upwards through water. If he didn't swim faster he would drown for sure.

“Frodo? You are safe now. Try to relax dearest one.”

Another voice. Female. Arwen? He sighed, took a breath and then opened his eyes. He was in his bed. Sam was standing at his left holding his hand, Arwen on the other side holding his other hand. Frodo blinked and saw Merry and Pippin at the end of the bed looking just as frightened and concerned as the rest.

“What happened?”

“That is what we were going to ask you?” asked Pippin.

Frodo then remembered the dark Prince. He wasn't sure what happened exactly and no matter what he said, it was most likely not be taken well. Cracked, that is what he would be called. Cracked.

“I went for a walk.” Frodo glanced at Sam to see the worry in his eyes.

“Why didn't you wake me?”

“I didn't want to disturb you, Sam. It took such a long time for you to fall sleep--”

Sam frowned, clearly not happy with his loves decision.

“I went to the White tree. I was thinking of Gandalf and it was a bit cold and then the emissary came. I started back to the citadel--” Frodo paused as Merry came forward and climbed on the bed, settling himself next to Frodo.

It was only then that Frodo felt a bit of pain coming from his wrist. The area where that human grabbed him.

“Gimli said he grabbed you? That he was saying things to you that were upsetting you?”

Frodo paused trying to figure out what to say and felt Merry put his arms over his shoulders. Frodo could see the anger in both his cousin and Sam's eyes. He shyly shrugged hoping to prevent blood shed.

“He did not harm me. I just got a little sick. It is probably from my condition. Please. I'm fine.”

It took several minutes before Arwen could convince Merry and Pippin to go fetch breakfast, and longer for her to convince Sam to go the bathhouse and set up a warm tub for his master to wash in.

Once they were alone however, Arwen sat at the edge of the bed and held out her arms. Frodo took each of her hands into his own. In the process the long silked sleeve pushed back revealing his wrists. On the left a dark blue and purple bruise had formed.

“What exactly happened, Frodo?” Arwen stared at the bruise, her eyes narrowing in anger.

Frodo swallowed and shook his head. “It will sound crazy.”

“Tell me.”

“When I saw that man--he reminded me--of -- Evil. I could feel it inside of him. He grabbed my arm and wouldn't let go. I tried to flee. I couldn't. He kept saying things--that he wanted to take me to his kingdom. As if I was a play thing, a toy to be used at will... I did not imagine it. I didn't. I could feel evil all around me and I started to get sick and--”

Frodo looked away and, releasing Arwen's hands, he placed his arms tightly around himself, hiding his bruise from sight.

“I don't know where those feeling came from. I just know. He is evil, you have to believe me.”

Arwen quickly bent forward and pulled Frodo gently into her arms before kissing his forehead. “I do.”

She then got to her feet and swept out of the room. As the Queen passed the guards in her haste for the throne room, each of them could sense something was amiss. The Queen was shaking with rage.

***

Aragorn held his head with one of his hands and sighed he could feel a headache coming on. He kept trying to count upwards to keep calm and in control but all he wanted to do was take up his sword-- Anger was hitting him in every direction he could think of. All he wanted to do was go check on Frodo. Instead he was trying to stop blood shed and all Aragorn wanted at the moment was to give Gimli permission to cut the Prince's head off.

“I did nothing. I was simply trying to keep the Ringbearer from falling. He stumbled.”

“HE was stumbling to get away from you!” yelled Gimli who still held his ax in hand. He would have gone after the prince but Legolas had him by the shoulders.

“Calm down Gimli. Please be at peace,” replied Legolas, trying his best to sooth his enraged friend, followed by soft whispering words in elvish in the hopes to bring the dwarf back to his senses.

Legolas had not seen the whole incident. He and Gimli had intended to get Merry and Pippin and prepare a fabulous gathering of the fellowship for a breakfast picnic. It would be the last for several months since the hobbits intended to return to the Shire later that morning. Legolas has paused in the corridor to listen to the birds singing on a nearby cobble stone wall.

Gimli had gone ahead, and entered the courtyard first. Legolas had only arrived to see Gimli racing forward and throwing his ax right down at the Prince from Suffleous. The Prince at the last moment had fallen back and evaded being cut in half, much to Gimli's annoyance.

“He tried to kill me. I demand that this dwarf to be arrested and hung,” shouted the dark prince.

Gimli only scoffed and made to swing his ax but Faramir joined Legolas and helped keep Gimli in place. “Tried? I am only sorry that I missed!” he shouted back.

Aragorn sighed, again not sure what to do at the moment. The very idea of the Prince being killed here in Minas Tirith would have caused a war between Gondor and the Kingdom of Suffleous. A war that he did not want. Aragorn was also certain that Gimli would not have tried to harm Cerebus if he indeed had not been acting indecent to the Ringbearer. He would have to speak to Frodo and learn the truth.

As Aragorn went to get to his feet, the room silenced as his beloved wife walked into the room. Her stride strong and purposeful. Without giving any one a glance, she went straight up to the Prince and, in front of everyone, raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

The Prince backed away slightly. The force of the slap stung and though his initial reaction was to strike back, he knew better. His faithful servants stood behind him and watched the incident with much trepidation.

“Arwen.” Aragorn moved to his wife, but Arwen did not turn to her husband, she only stared at the Prince with eyes blazing with fury.

“How dare you raise your hand to me!” shouted the Prince, trying his best to sound affronted. He turned to Aragorn in annoyance. “Is this how an emissary is to be treated in Gondor? Allowing this crazy woman with child wander your throne room.”

“Only to those that are deserving of it. And I am no mere crazy woman, but the Queen herself. Wife of King Elessar and sworn protector of Frodo Baggins.”

Arwen raised her hand again intending to strike, but this time Aragorn pulled Arwen away and held her in his arms. Staring at his wife, he could feel the anger boiling over her. He turned to the Prince and then back to his wife. “Is Frodo alright?”

Arwen looked to her husband and only then did her eyes soften. “He is shaken and still a bit frightened. He is also carrying a bruise upon his wrist where that... so called Royal Prince grabbed him and made untoward advances upon him. He is very lucky that it was Gimli that found him first, or I dare say he would have felt Sting's blade from one angry hobbit.”

Aragorn now narrowed his eyes and turned to the Prince, his own anger now starting to rise. “You made advances upon Frodo? Advances that he did not desire and you--touched him?”

The prince now swallowed and shrugged. “Is that what he said? Are you going to take the word of a halfling to--” Cerebus stopped and realized that was the wrong approach. He glanced around the room and could see the tension. All it would take would be one word from Aragorn and the guards, and his people would descend upon him. Now was not the time. The Prince bowed at the King. “My humblest apologizes. I did not mean to upset the halfling.”

“He is called Frodo Baggins, Prince Cerebus. And to you, he will be called Lord Frodo Baggins. Do you understand me?”

The Prince bowed again. Aragorn released Arwen and softly whispered in her ear. Giving Cerebus one long dark look, she headed out of the room allowing Aragorn to take over. Aragorn sat down on the throne and gestured to Faramir to come to him.

Reaching his lieges side he heard Aragorn growl softly in regret. “I'm sorry I disbelieved you.” Facing Gimli, he nodded for the dwarf to come forward. “Master Dwarf, you are aware that if blood shed had been done this day, it could have caused two kingdom's to go to War?”

Gimli didn't even blink. “Some wars are worth fighting. He says he has come here to represent his people and his king. To continue trade with us. In the time that he has been here, he has done nothing but shown arrogance and disrespect for all, including to our King. These people were once allies to Sauron. They have since continued to do many evil things, including slavery and assassinations to gain power. I will not beg for leniency and I will take what ever punishment you deem, but I will rot first before I say I am sorry to this thing who dared lay a hand on one that is a brother to me. To the one that saved us all from Sauron.”

Gimli kept his head high and for a moment Aragorn wanted to laugh. He could feel his soldiers, Faramir and Legolas all stand a bit taller wanting to applaud. They would all have done the same as Gimli if they had been in the courtyard. Hell, Aragorn knew he would have done the same. In fact he would have made sure he didn't miss. Aragorn just smiled and winked at Gimli.

Gimli smiled back.

“A well made point Master Dwarf. I will show you leniency. You are forgiven. But in the future please try to keep your anger under control.”

Gimli shrugged and muttered under his breath, “I'll try,” which sounded more like, “Not in this life time.”

The Prince sputtered but Aragorn fixed him with his eye and he quickly silenced himself. “As for you, since your arrival you have caused many disturbances. You have not even acted accordingly as those of noble blood. You desire to raise the prices to continue to trade with us. I have decided, since the quality of your trade is sorely lacking, to refuse your offer. In fact, all trade with you is now ceased.”

The Prince tried to swallow and found he couldn't. He frowned, visibly angered.

“We will continue business with other kingdoms. If in the near future your King decides to make better quality merchandise and lower prices, we will consider renewing trade. But when that time comes, he is to send someone else. From this day forward, for your disrespect of my people and to one that I love and owe my very kingdom to, you are banished from my city. Never again are you to come here. Further more, you are never to enter Gondor or any of those cities or villages under my protection.”

The Prince remained stiff and unmoving. Aragorn then shot his last point home. “Count yourself very lucky Prince Cerebus. For in another day and time, I swear to you, that it is not Master Gimli's ax you would have feared, but my own sword. Frodo Baggins is also my brother and anyone who dares to raise a hand upon him will feel my wrath. You are to be taken to your rooms and, after collecting your things, escorted by Faramir and two guards to the gates. You are to be out of my city before nightfall.”

Rising to his feet, Aragorn collected Gimli and Legolas and left the room. He clenched his fist in rage, but one of his men took a hold of his arm and shook his head. Cerebus gave in, but it was not over. He would get even with Aragorn and that halfling for this humiliation. He will have his revenge.

***

“That is it, I am not leaving and that is final.” Sam held his arms together and stared back at Frodo fully intending not to discuss the matter any further.

Frodo looked at Sam and blew a few bubbles at him. Three bubbles landed on his shirt before popping. Smiling, Frodo delved deeper into the bathtub enjoying the hot water and the smells of fragrance and oils that had been placed in the tub for him. As well as the many bubbles that circled around his form.

Frodo wanted to laugh as he saw the grim look on Sam's face, but knew better. He grew serious and reached for the face cloth. It was out of reach and Frodo looked at Sam.

Snorting, Sam picked it up and getting on his knees he put the cloth in the water and proceeded to rub Frodo's neck and back.

“Sam, it is not fair for your children to be without a father for a years time. Rosie is gone, they need you.”

Sam shrugged and came up with an idea. “I'll have Mr. Merry bring them here when they come back.”

Frodo shook his head, but Sam bent forward and kissed Frodo's collar bone.

Turning to his Sam, Frodo reached out and touched his cheek. “Sam, this is no place for Hobbit children. They need trees, flowers, grass, and fields to play in.”

“I talked to Mr. Faramir. He said that there is a small green hill just to the West of Ithilien and it would be perfect.”

Frodo looked at his love in confusion. “Perfect for what?”

“A home. A hobbit smial. They could have it built just before the baby is born. Gimli offered to help and it would be a place where the children could settle. I could make a garden and the area has lots of streams and fields for the children to play.”

“You mean -- leave the Shire?”

Frodo couldn't believe what Sam was saying. A part of him wanted to scream yes, this would be perfect. He would only be a days journey from the White city, he could see Aragorn nearly every week. He and the children would still have a beautiful land to live and raise his own child. The other part of him was trying to see logic and the insanity of this entire idea. It was just wrong.

“Sam, what about Bag End, and the children? You would be moving them away from friends and relatives.”

“They can make new friends in Ithilien. Besides, I am not saying we have to live here all the time. We could go back to Bag End in the spring and summer. Back here in the fall and winter.”

“Sam, that is just totally--impossible.”

Sam put down the cloth and, taking each side of Frodo's face in his hands, he pulled Frodo close to his and kissed him on gently on the lips. Frodo did not pull away. He stayed still, drinking in all the love Sam had to offer.

When Sam finally released his hold, Frodo broke the kiss and taking in a breath, he murmured softly. “It wouldn't be fair to the children.”

“Let me worry about what is fair and what is impossible. Please Frodo— at least think about it?”

Frodo stared at Sam, feeling so overwhelmed and so very loved. It was impossible what Sam was proposing. Impossible and yet--?

***

He rode his horse to the gates with his head held high. Feeling something hard hit him in the back, he glanced down and saw it was a red tomato. He snarled but kept his position on the horse. The people had come out to see him and his men leave the city. They had heard the news apparently of his so called crime.

All around him he heard boo's and shouts of outrage. The people of Gondor will be happy to see him leave. Rejoice while you still can, he had already set things in motion. Within the next few weeks the King and his bitch would be dead. And the hobbit, Frodo Baggins, would be his. When the gates closed behind him, Cerebus heard shouts of joy come from within the city. Soon, very soon, your Kingdom will know only grief. As Cerebus turned his horse homeward, he looked back at the white city and laughed.

TBC

4

Pippin hugged Frodo first, followed by Merry, who refused to let go of his cousin.

“Merry--Merry--Merr, it is only 5 months. You'll be back before you even know it. Stop or I will start crying, too.”

Frodo lowered his hands, but Merry continued to cling to his cousin. He was not letting go. Frodo looked to Pippin for help, who with a hearty laugh slapped Merry on the back and pulled him away. The two looked on at Frodo and Sam and then finally mounted the ponies. With a brief wave, they headed out of the gates, bound for home. Frodo watched them depart, waving until they were out of sight. Then glancing at Sam, he buried himself in his arms and had a good cry.

“Must be one of those emotional moments, Strider was saying.” murmured Sam.

Frodo sniffled, but didn't argue the point. He already missed his cousins. It would be a long five months before they would return.

Sam had decided in the end to stay. They turned and, with the Twins at Frodo’s side, they headed back to the citadel. No matter how hard Frodo tried to convince Sam he was perfectly safe now, with the emissary gone, Sam refused to leave. He was taking no chances.

As protective and fussable as ever, his Sam. It warmed Frodo’s heart.

After much discussion with Merry and a lengthy note to Rosie's parents, Sam put his foot down announcing his intent to stay and bring the children here to Gondor. Sam then spent half the day in conference with Aragorn as well as Merry and Pip, along with Elrond's sons and of course Faramir, Legolas and Gimli. He had a plan and he knew it would work. He would acquire some land near Ithilien and build a second homestead for Frodo and his family. Two hours later, Gimli and Legolas were heading out of the city for Ithilien.

When Sam found Frodo sitting with Arwen in the sun room, a few hours later, he informed Frodo that the plans were under way. In a few days, Sam would take a brief trip to Ithilien and help to oversee the making of the soon to be Gamgee's Homestead. Everyone seemed completely positive and upbeat with Sam's idea. Especially Aragorn, who not only gave the entire hill to Frodo and Sam to live out their lives, but also over 25 acres of land for them to use at their leisure.

It was an overwhelming proclamation, and Frodo had felt that the gift was too much, so he marched right up to Aragorn and tried to offer him payment. But the King of Gondor would not permit it, stubborn ex-ranger of the North.

“Should I not give you payment for granting me to become King. It is you that I have a Kingdom, a wife--children.”

Stubborn, pig headed, ex-ranger.

After setting up a sketch with Sam on how to design the smial, Aragorn sent off two dozen of his men to follow Legolas and Gimli and start work. Frodo had eventually given in, on one condition. When the Smial was built, the King and Queen would come for a special visit.

Two weeks later, Frodo and Sam, accompanied by the twins, headed for Ithilien. It was high time Frodo saw where they were going to live before his condition prevented him from leaving the city.

***

It took them until late afternoon to arrive at the outskirts of Ithilien, stopping frequently for a rest stops and to have elvenses. Sam had made certain to pack an abundance of food for the trip. Mushrooms, baked apple pie, roasted chicken, some tator's and fresh baked cookies. After a delightful small picnic and a brief nap, they got back onto the ponies and continued towards Ithilien.

Reaching the ancient city, Frodo and Sam both waved to several of Gondor's and Ithilien's soldiers as they passed, who in return waved back with shouts of joy to see the Ringbearer had returned from the West.

Journeying to the eastern side of Ithilien, Frodo spotted a lovely field of wheat and a beautiful cluster of trees just beyond it. As his pony Firelight tread along slowly beside Sam's pony, Willy, he paused to glance at the different species of trees growing serenely before him. Pine, maple, birch and even apple trees. It was indeed breathtaking, a perfect place for children now that the fear of Sauron was gone.

Frodo could almost see this as a new Shire, secluded and untouched. He already felt at home here. The singing of the birds, the shining sun, the big white fluffy clouds, the sounds of a nearby waterfall completely entranced him to the scenery. Peace settled over him and Frodo's initial fears that this was not a good idea were slowly fading.

Passing the last of the trees, Frodo halted his pony and looked all around him in wonder at the large clearing. He just couldn't believe his eyes. Fourteen years ago, Sam and he had passed through Ithilien, why hadn't he seen this incredible wonder before him?

To Frodo's left, he saw a small pond. Several pine trees and a willow tree were perched around it. A small hilly area showed a straight path that led to the Anduin river. Two white creatures were settled in the middle of it and appeared to be enjoying the brand new spring day.

Frodo gasped and pulled on Sam's shirt to get his attention. Sam smiled, as Frodo pointed at the creatures. “Oh yes. Faramir mentioned that a pair of swans migrated to that pond just a few months ago. They call the pond Little Dawn. They are beautiful, aren't they? Elegant and slender. Let's call them Elrond and Celebrian. I do believe that Celebrian is expecting wee ones. Springtime truly is the time of renewal. What do you think, Mr. Frodo?”

Frodo just beamed with joy.

Looking to the other side on his right, Frodo could see the city of Ithilien. From this vantage point, the devastation of Sauron's hand wasn't noticeable. It truly was a beautiful city. Ithilien was not as overwhelming or towering like the White city. It seemed more majestic and historical.

“They have done quite an extensive job in rebuilding the city. It will be years still before it will be anywhere close to its former glory, but--I can see why Faramir and his Lady have decided to live here on a permanent basis.”

Frodo grinned, as he realized they would be able to join him for tea almost every day. Sam finally nudged Frodo to look straight and when Frodo took a good look at the terrain, he thought he had surely returned to the Shire.

The hill was huge and was a bit of a climb upwards. It had a flat top with two trees standing above it. The trees were apparently Birch and seemed to be entwined with each other as if connected forever as one. The rest of the area had plenty of grass and bushes and a wonderful view of not only Ithilien but also the White city. It was perfect.

Frodo could already see a small stone path, where right now was just grass, leading up the hill, heading for a small green round door (or perhaps white? Purple? Yellow?). Inside the rooms would be made of wood and have plenty of rugs and tapestries. Plenty of windows to let the sun in and it would be enlarged so that the home could accommodate big people as well as hobbits. A cozy fireplace in every room.

Frodo spotted Gimli and Legolas coming towards them from the city of Ithilien. A company of men and at least four wagons filled with tools and construction equipment were following them.

Frodo felt tears rise in his eyes as Sam got off his pony and then helped Frodo from his. As he led Frodo towards the hill, Sam held Frodo's hand in his own.

“Gimli and I spent most of yesterday discussing the construction of our home. I figure 16 rooms should be about right. I figured out a master bedroom for you and me, and two nurseries. One for Primrose and one for our baby. They will be next to our room, of course. Then I would have Elanor and Frodo your namesake have their own room. Rose, Goldilocks and Daisy could share a room, Merry and Pippins namesakes and Hammy (Hamfast) could also share a room. Before you go off, thinking they will be upset being squashed together, you tend to forget your stay at Brandy hall and I tell you truthfully Frodo, they are always in each other's rooms anyway. That includes Rose, Goldilocks and Daisy. They have their own separate bedrooms and yet Rose and I would find them huddled together in one bed by morning. So it won't be so unpleasant for them to share a room. Plus, I made sure that each room was enlarged for them so they will have plenty of space.”

Frodo wiped at his eyes, he could already see it in his mind‘s eye. He hadn't even thought about a nursery for his little one. Frodo gently touched his lower abdomen and sighed. His only thought had been to rejoin Sam and have a child of his own. What came after hadn't even entered his mind.

“--Two guest bedrooms and the second guest bedroom will be able to accommodate any big guests.”

Frodo sniffed, so much to take in.

“I know we discussed it and I knew you would be wanting a nice spot for Strider and His lady to have a place. It will be back towards the other side of the hill and I’ll make certain to have a nice window view put in. You can see the Anduin clearly on the other side. It's quite lovely to look at in early morning. Gimli will make certain to have a special kitchen and two dining halls constructed. One for just our family and another for surprise guests and visitors.”

Frodo counted the rooms in his head. That brought it to 12.

“I also arranged for a den and a library, as well as a nice family living room and a smaller more private quiet room for those nights you and I be needing some piece and quiet. Sixteen rooms in all. Not including a private bath for you and me, our guests and of course three more for the children.”

Frodo couldn't believe it. It would be like living in a castle. “Oh Sam.”

Sam then brought Frodo to the side of the hill where a small grassy clearing could be seen and a small stream that came from the pond was sprouting along it.

“And here will be our garden. I’ll start tilling the soil and create a protective gate around it. It will take me most of the summer just to decide on the right flowers to plant and I know I will be needing to consult some of the Ithilien's own gardeners, to make sure I have the seasons and environment of the land correct, before I start thinking of seeding. Not even a mile from here, I heard Faramir and one of his men discussing the creation of a small school for the children in the city. Naturally our little ones will be attending the new school too. Those days we want to go off, we can easily hirer a nanny to help out with the little ones. Faramir has even made me a list of ladies he thinks would be most suitable for the job. So you see, Frodo love... all is not impossible at all. We will still live in the country setting and yet be surrounded by all those that we love.”

Frodo couldn't take another word, he slumped to the ground and wept. Sam, fearing Frodo had over done himself, put his arms protectively around him. “Frodo? Oh, I knew it was too soon to leave the city. You fool Gamgee.”

Frodo only clung to his Sam and planted kisses over his face. “Oh Sam. Sam!”

It was then, to Sam's delight, that he realized Frodo was not crying in sadness, but of sheer elation.

“I didn't tell you the other surprise,” Sam replied and pointed just to the tail end of the hill. A wagon had pulled up to that side and several men started to unload some tools and equipment. “Merry and Pippin have decided to make a second home here as well.”

***

After a lengthy luncheon and after discussing the last details of construction, Sam and Frodo headed back to the White City, the Twins right beside them. They had just passed the gates when the news was brought to them by one of the guards sent down from the citadel. Lady Arwen had gone into labor.

Waving the twins off to hurry to their sister's side, Sam and Frodo hurried at their own pace. By the time they reached the Citadel, Frodo couldn't help feeling worried. Arwen had already lost one child. What if this one was lost as well? Arwen and Aragorn would be destroyed.

Sam, seeing his loves distress, reached out and clutched Frodo's hand, squeezing it gently in reassurance. Reaching the Queens Private Chambers, Frodo was allowed to take a seat outside the door. Elrond's sons, Aragorn, Healer Graham, as well as the mid-wife, were already within.

Frodo was pleasantly surprised to see Eowyn join them, carrying her own baby in her arms. Her eyes also spoke of worry and concern. It was then, sitting on that bench, that Frodo realized how quiet it was. No screams, no guards or servants talking. Even Eowyn's baby was hushed. It was dead silence. It was as if the entire kingdom was holding its breath. Waiting.

They didn't have to wait long. Frodo looked up when he heard the door click open. Healer Graham, a man as tall as Aragorn but more slender and showing of his years, stepped out of the room. He looked at the audience and after a moment he smiled. “Both are doing fine.”

Frodo got to his feet and approached the healer. “I don't hear any crying.”

“Not all babies cry when born, Lord Baggins.”

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

The healer laughed. “Indeed. It is a boy and a girl. It seems that the Queen was carrying the wonder of twins.”

Putting his hand to his mouth, Frodo started to laugh. The healer at once ushered Lady Eowyn, Frodo and Sam inside. They entered the chamber to see Arwen was in bed, now covered in thick blankets. Her hair done back, and what ever pain and suffering she had gone through was clearly past. Elladan and Elrohir stepped back, looking extremely pleased, at the two small forms cradled in their sisters arms.

Aragorn sat next to his wife and was truly overcome with joy, unable to find any words to speak. Constant tears rolled down his cheeks and upon seeing Frodo and Sam, he gestured them closer. Arwen pulled back each swaddled baby's blanket and allowed Frodo to get a good look at the new Prince and Princess.

“They are beautiful,” replied Frodo. He looked at Arwen and grinned. “You didn't know?”

Arwen laughed in pure happiness. “I kept trying to reach them in my mind. I could feel the light within happy, and healthy, but could not sense if I was having a son or a daughter and neither would answer me. No, I didn't know that I would be blessed twice.”

Elladan couldn't resist. “It seems not even born, they are already acting like mischievous younglings towards their parents.”

“And you would know.” laughed Arwen. “All the trouble you gave Ada and Nana.”

The twins tried to look innocent, and failed miserably.

Frodo giggled at the two of them, and then Arwen gestured Frodo closer. She then held out her daughter to him. Frodo paused and then with great care, took the baby into his arms. Even though it was a newborn, to Frodo, the baby compared to a hobbit was at least six months bigger.

Frodo looked down at the little princess and felt tears coming to his own eyes. She was so beautiful, so perfect. The baby opened her eyes, staring fondly at Frodo. Already, it seemed, entranced by the blue-eyed hobbit.

“Hello, little Princess. My name is Frodo and you are going to be the luckiest little girl in the whole of Middle-Earth. You are going to be so loved.”

A soft gurgle sound was heard and Frodo turned to see Aragorn now holding his son in his arms. Frodo bent over and kissed the new born Prince on his forehead. “And that goes for you too.”

Outside the citadel, Frodo could hear a voice speaking out to the crowd. The Healer was making the announcement and the glad tidings of the birth of twins to Gondor. A wave of shouts and cheers followed.

“What shall you name them?” asked Sam.

Aragorn turned to his wife and Arwen nodded to her husband. “Our son was born first, and he shall be named Eldarion.” He then turned to Arwen, and as Frodo handed the queen her daughter, Arwen took the babe into her arms and cuddled her closer to her breast.

“Our second daughter. Always we shall mourn dear Luthien, but the Valar have graced us with another and so I shall name her Lalaith, for the moment she was born, she turned my sadness into laughter.”

Frodo decided it was time to depart and allow the King and Queen time alone with their new family. Returning to his room, Frodo laid down in his bed and for a long time stroked his abdomen. His thoughts longing for the day he would be able to hold his own babe.

Sam watched his lover, quietly, as he stood by the window. Outside a parade of Fireworks celebrated the birth of the twin Prince and Princess. Looking away from the window and back at the bed, Sam found Frodo had slipped into a deep sleep.

Smiling in contentment, Sam undressed and then climbed into the bed next to his beloved. Curling up against him, Sam laid his head next to Frodo's and then added his hand to Frodo's abdomen. He hadn't been this happy in such a long time. Far too long. He felt complete too, like all would be well from here on out. They would have a happy ever after. Surely, if anyone deserved such a thing, it would be his beloved Frodo.

Not even five minutes later, Sam joined his love in a deep, but peaceful, sleep.

***

Frodo was sick. He felt so sick and so dizzy and--the bile rose to his lips. He raced to the privy making it just in time. Second breakfast, like his first, had gone to waste. Sending for the healer, Sam put Frodo back into bed, doing his best to console the disgusted hobbit. Who ever heard of not holding one’s food? What if something was wrong? What if--. Surprisingly enough, it was Aragorn who arrived before Graham.

A quick exam revealed that all was well, Frodo had just started the normal procedure of all pregnant women, morning sickness. A few hours later, Frodo carefully ate a piece of toast with a bit of honey slapped on it. When Frodo showed signs of keeping it down, Sam brought some more honey and bread. By afternoon, Frodo was feeling better and able to eat a fair bit of luncheon.

Permitted to get out of bed, Frodo sat quietly in a nearby chair by the fireplace. The days were getting warmer, however, today dark clouds filled the heavens. It looked like they were in for some rain. A cool breeze chilled him slightly and Frodo soon found himself wrapped up in a thick blanket. Sam joined Frodo's side, offering him some freshly made hot tea. After what seemed like a long time, Sam looked to his beloved to see the mists of confusion and worry creasing Frodo's brow.

“Stop that,” he ordered at once.

Frodo looked back Sam perplexed, trying and failing to look puzzled. “What?”

“Stop obsessing over things. Of all the things that have changed, that has not. You still think too much. Always you fear of being a burden to everyone. I daresay it was from the loss of your parents, when you were so young, that this was brought on and going off to Brandy Hall. But that is a long time ago and in the past. Frodo my dearest, we love you. So many love you. Their is nothing that we would not do for you. You are thinking you are making me sacrifice my home for your happiness. My love--”

Sam got to his feet and in two strides he was in the chair beside Frodo holding him in his arms. “My happiness is with you. It always has been. Since the day you came to Bag End. The sun only came out when you were present. My home is with you. And for your information, Frodo, don't you think that I have missed Strider, Legolas and Gimli as much as you have? You were in the West, yes, but I was in the Shire. Merry and Pippin came when they could, but they too were busy in other affairs. Wives and children of their own. I was sometimes very lonely. Though I was happy for everyone of them, I missed them all dearly. I wished just like you that we could all be together. To never be separated by such distance.”

Frodo tried to hold back the tears, but Sam kissed Frodo on the cheek and it was the undoing of it all. Tears slipped though. “Sam.”

“I know what is in your heart, because it is in mine too.”

Frodo couldn't help but shake his head. “What about the children? Yours and Rosie's? Is it so fair to have them move back and forth so. Are we not being selfish because we went on an adventure and never want to see some of it come to an end?”

Sam shrugged. “Here we go again. I thought we had this conversation already? Me dear, you seem to forget how children bounce back. That they can and do overcome great obstacles. I do not think that they will find this an upheaval or a bad thing. I think they will like this arrangement. I wish that you would trust me in this.”

“I do,” replied Frodo.

Sam squeezed Frodo's hand. “Then stop fretting so. All will be well. I can feel it. We have already overcome great things. What is a new home compared to all that we‘ve been through?”

Frodo finally took in a deep breath and let it out. When their eyes met, the fear had lessoned and Frodo was able to smile again. “I love you, Samwise Gamgee.”

“And I love you, Frodo Baggins, with all my heart and soul,” and Sam sealed that love with a kiss.

***

He headed silently into the kitchens. He had been given a great deal of money for this act. He had never liked the new King, weak he was. So lenient to everyone, even to the enemy. Denethor would have been a far better King. He had once worked under Denethor. Faithfully. Then came the siege and Denethor's death, his beloved Master.

It was the Kings fault for his death. For so many long years he had kept silent, however, he kept his opinions to himself. Too many loved the new King. So many loyal men at his beck and call. Bah! Only drink and living in the lower levels of the city had helped to keep his temper under control all these years and to forget the Master he had loved.

Now he was given this chance to get even. For Denethor, for his beloved. Seeking work in the citadel hadn't been difficult. Some of his former friends and colleagues were glad to see his return. It only took a bit of sweet talking to get a higher position. Just enough to allow him access to certain places. Like the kitchens.

The dark shadow moved to the designated area where only the food prepared for the King and Queen was made. He took out a small vial from his pocket and smiled. By nightfall, the King and Queen would be dead.

Then--step two. While all feared the sickness of the King and Queen and grieve their sudden deaths, he would snatch up the Ringbearer. By the time they realized the truth of what happened, he would be far away. His revenge would be complete. Soon, Cerebus would have his new whore and he would be a very rich man.

***

He was hungry. No, he was starving, completely and utterly starving. He craved Mushrooms and pickled eggs. Yes, and some of that nice mustard and honey slapped on to some hot bread. No, butter would be better, butter and honey and mustard. Yeah, yeah.

Frodo crawled out of his bed and giving Sam a warm look, he leaped for the door, heading straight for the kitchens. All that was on his mind was food and he wanted it now.

TBC

5

He poured the contents appropriately and, turning to leave, he stopped. Still holding the vial in his hand, he saw that his secrecy was over. A small hobbit was looking up at him. How he came to be here and why he did not know, but before the hobbit could turn and flee, he was upon him.

Frodo found a cloak thrown over his head and rough hands covering his mouth. He tried to kick and run but found he was unable. Moments later, Frodo cringed in fear as rope was tied around him, his muffled screams cut off by the humans hands. Something hard hit him in the back of his neck and then... darkness.

When Frodo awoke, he found himself being jostled. Moving. Opening his eyes, Frodo cringed to feel both his legs and arms were bound. He was also in complete darkness. Taking a breath, Frodo found he was in some kind of baggage or trunk. The sound of horses footsteps could be heard and he could tell the descent was downwards. Whoever he had spotted in the citadel's kitchens was obviously taking him from the White city.

What was happening? His heart fluttered fearfully as he thought of Sam, waking to find his beloved gone. He would at first think he had gone for a walk or to the kitchens for a snack. By the time he realized Frodo was missing--it would be too late.

Frodo struck at the trunk with full force with his legs and hands. Bound or not he could still make noise.

A sudden tap was heard and Frodo heard the mysterious man's low muffled voice. “Anymore movement, my dear little halfling, and I promise you that I will slit your throat.”

Frodo stopped all struggle. Whether the man would carry out his threat or not was mute. Frodo would not endanger his unborn child. Feverishly, Frodo plotted what to do. What could he do?

***

A dream, he had to be in a dream. He seemed to be walking down a long tunnel. Ahead of him was a light, a form within. He recognized her at once and smiled, but then dropped it when he saw the fear and urgency in her face. She was speaking but in elvish. Sam tried to make sense of what the White Lady was saying but couldn't. Images of Frodo hit him then. Darkness, can’t breathe, bound. He was in danger, his beloved was in danger.

“Frodo!”

Sam abruptly opened his eyes pulling himself from the dream. His hand fell to the other pillow to find Frodo was gone. Sitting up, Sam looked all around the room. Empty. The fire place was nearly dead. It would have to be restocked if it was to survive.

Flinging off the blankets Sam got to his feet. The fireplace could wait. Where was his beloved? Sam tried to calm his fears, thinking Frodo must have gone to the privy. A quick check and he found it too to be empty.

Then Frodo must have gotten hungry and gone to the kitchens. Why didn't he wake me? Stubborn hobbit. Sam pulled on his robe and headed for the door. As he entered the dark hallway, a flash of light came from below grabbed his attention. Sam looked down at his hand and saw his ring was glowing, the emerald stoned ring given to him by Lady Galadriel.

He had given Frodo the other, a sapphire ring, a sort of vow and seal to the love they held for each other. It was glowing. Odd, that was truly odd. Sam started for the kitchens and the glowing ceased. He turned to the courtyard. Nothing. He then turned to the other corridor, that led to the streets and the ring started to glow once more.

Something was wrong. Frodo was in danger.

Sam went back to his room and grabbed for the one thing he knew he would need. The sword seemed to be waiting for him on the table. With Sting firmly in his hand, Sam hurried to the streets, intent on finding his beloved.

***

The kitchen staff were coming in. It was early yet, but they had a kingdom to feed. The King and Queen especially would require breakfast. The head chef summoned several servant girls to fetch flour and eggs. Heading to the stove, he rekindled the fire within and setting the pots and pans in place, he filled the pans with fresh water in a nearby cauldron. Not knowing that the pans he was starting to cook the food in were laced with more than water.

***

The cook of course would be blamed. He would be strung up and his family banished. All the better to place the blame elsewhere.

In time, he would be able to return to the city. By then, Faramir would have taken over as the next Steward. Everything would be perfect then, thought the man. That cowered weakling of a child would be easy to manipulate. Place the offspring and heirs in secret keeping somewhere from the city. Then he could step in and renew his old office as the councilor and chairman within the City. Not only would he have wealth but power once more.

As for those children, heirs-- they would meet an unfortunate fate. A band of Easterlings seeking revenge against the king. Yes, glory and power would be his once more. All he had left to do was deliver the halfling to Cerebus.

Entering the second level, the henchman picked up his pace.

***

Sam was out of breath. He doubled over and tried to catch his second wind. He had to hurry. The ring was now glowing even more brightly now, as if urging him to hurry. Sam was just about to continue to run when a hand reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

“Master Samwise, what are you doing out so late?”

Sam had never been so relieved in all of his life to see the Son's of Elrond and standing right behind them was Legolas and Gimli.

***

He couldn't breath. Frodo touched all around the edges of his confined space and saw to his horror that the man had left no holes in which for him to get air inside the box. He would suffocate, already the air was thinning. Shaking his head, Frodo could feel his mind slipping away into the nothingness. His last thoughts before he passed out was the hope that Sam would be able to save their baby.

***

The Sun rose from the mountains, the rain long since had stopped in the night, though the ground was still a bit slick. The sound of birds singing filled the air, bringing all in the city to life. A new day had come.

***

Aragorn rose from bed and glanced out the window. He could see the sky was completely cleared. It would be another sunny day. Turning, he saw that Arwen was already breastfeeding the little ones. He had offered a wet nurse but Arwen would not hear of it. She wanted to feed her own babies.

The smell of the kitchens filled his nostrils. Breakfast would be arriving shortly for them as well. He was suddenly quite hungry. After breakfast he would go check on Frodo before heading to the throne room and continue with the every day duties set for a King.

Come what may, he would break for an early lunch and have a few hours to sit and be with his family. Aragorn smiled down at his wife and looked on at the two little bundles she held in her arms. His son and daughter. Life was complete now. He had his wife, children and his friends at his side. What more could anyone ask for?

***

The two servants were handed each a tray of food and with a slight bow to the chef, they turned and headed for the King's chambers.

***

Sam ran forward and stopped. The elves and Gimli stopped as well and waited. The Ring had stopped glowing. Not to the gardens on the third level. It was to the second level. Sam paused and looked to Legolas and then at Gimli.

“The gates?”

Legolas darted towards a man who was just bringing his horse out of the stable. The farmer was intent on cleaning the stables today. He was just about to scrub down his beloved Melanie when the elves, a dwarf and a periannath ran up to him.

“It is urgent. May I borrow your horse?”

What was he to do? He knew very well that the King loved the elves and periannaths, so he bowed and handed over the horse. Climbing onto the beast, Legolas pulled Sam up with him and then with a shout, galloped towards the gates.

Seeing two more horses in the stables, the twins also borrowed his other two young mares.

Gimli scowled annoyed at being left behind and started running after them.

“Hey, what about me?”

Fortunately Elladan swept back and pulled Gimli up behind him on the steed and then hurried the pursuit.

***

He was at the gates. All he had to do now was show his papers. He handed them to the guards.

“Your business in leaving the city?”

“I am selling some goods in Ithilien. I will return later this evening.”

The guard nodded, looking over the papers. All looked to be in order. He waved to the gate keeper. “Let him through.”

***

The gates started to open and he went to move his steed forward when the sounds of galloping feet claimed his ears. He was just about to dart out when a shout was made.

“CLOSE THE GATES! LET NO ONE LEAVE THE CITADEL!”

The man tightened his hold on the reins and without paying heed to the gateskeeper, who was starting to close the gates, and the guard ordering the man to stand back, he shot forward.

He was out into the pelennor fields and madly dashed for escape. It was too late, the henchman believed. He was free and with his precious captive as well. No one could stop him now.

“Take the reins Sam!”

Legolas handed Sam the reins as the horse galloped past the gates. A man on a horse could be seen fleeing on the pelennor fields. All that he seemed to be carrying were two large sacks and a large trunk tied to his horse. At first, not seeing Frodo, Sam thought he was on the wrong track. But, why then did the man not pay heed to Legolas's shout?

A fear started to take hold as Sam's eyes stared at the trunk. The ring on his finger was now glowing as if it was on fire. Taking out his bow, Legolas reached for an arrow. He took aim and fired a clear shot.

Legolas never misses his target.

***

Pain sliced into his shoulder and the man gasped, losing his hold on the reins, and then fell to the ground. His horse moved a few feet ahead then stopped, returning to his master's side.

Bringing the horse up, Sam and Legolas leaped to the ground. Sam at once ran to the horse shouting his master‘s name. “Frodo! FRODO!”

Legolas quickly subdued the man, while Sam pulled the trunk down from the other horse and gently put it on the ground. The Twins and Gimli arrived shortly after with several guards at the gates right behind them.

The wounded man was not dead, Legolas had been careful in his aim. Whatever happened Legolas wanted this man to pay dearly for his crimes.

The Trunk would not open! Sam fumbled over the lock and cried out his frustration as he continued to call Frodo. There was no sounds coming from the trunk. “FRODO!”

Gimli came forward and pushing Sam back, made careful aim, and slammed down his ax on the bolted lock. The lock split apart.

Opening the trunk, Sam gasped to find what he feared. Frodo lay within, his eyes closed and unmoving, his arms and legs bound. A gag was jammed into his mouth to keep him silent.

“NO!” He gathered Frodo into his arms and removed the gag. Gimli and Legolas both assisted in untying the knots. They were horrified that the human, who had taken Frodo, had made the ties so tight that they had nearly cut off all circulation. The Twins held the human and glared on in barely suppressed rage at what had happened.

Elladan glanced at the human and knew that when Aragorn got his hands on him, he would be wishing for death.

***

“Frodo... Frodo please. Please, me dear... open your eyes. Please? Don't leave me now that we have finally found each other. Don't go where I cannot follow.”

***

He could hear a voice calling to him. It seemed so far away. So far away and he was so tired. He just wanted to stay and rest. Sleep. The sound of water filled him and he could sense a presence at his side.

Gandalf, Galadriel, Elrond. They were all here beside him. Someone else, someone he loved dearly was at their side. A smaller figure, old but hearty. Smiling. “Frodo Lad, it is not your time. You have many years left to live and those will be of great joy and pleasure for you. Return to those that not only love you but need you.”

Bilbo?

His head hurt, he groaned and felt arms holding him. Another voice calling his name. Sam? He took a breath and opened his eyes to see his beloved staring down at him. “Sam?”

Relief flooded through him and Sam wept. “Frodo, oh Frodo. I thought I lost you.”

Frodo reached for his abdomen. The baby! No, say I have not lost my baby! That was when he felt it. Just a small movement. It didn't hurt, but it reassured him that his child was alive and well. It was then he remembered something else. “No, Aragorn... Sam!”

***

The trays were brought forward. Aragorn smiled at the young servant girls. He allowed them to look upon the new Prince and Princess. They cooed and bowed to Arwen in delight.

“My Lady, they are truly the most beautiful of babies.”

Arwen smiled back at them. They bowed several more times before leaving.

Alone with his wife, Aragorn set on preparing the trays. The food smelled delicious. He picked up a plate and brought it towards his wife. The joy shined in their eyes. The world was finally put to rights. All was wonderful and perfect and beautiful.

Arwen allowed Aragorn to place the babies back into their nearby cribs then, returning to his wife's side, he placed the plate of food on her lap. They smiled at each other and then kissed. Every kiss was like the first. Always. Aragorn picked up a piece of toast and offered it to his wife.

***

A sound of yells hit the air. Outside his chambers, Aragorn could hear an argument taking place. The next moment, the twins pushed past the guards and into the room.

Arwen was just about to sip her tea when Elrohir jumped forward and slapped it away from her. The teacup went flying and all of its contents spilled on the carpet floor.

Elladan reached for the trays of food on the table and threw their contents onto the ground with one sweep of his hand.

Aragorn rose to his feet, his anger boiling over before seeing reason. “What in the name of Valar do you think your doing?” What had gotten into his adopted brothers?

Arwen's eyes were wide with fear and grabbed her husbands arm. Bow twins bowed, and when they looked up, Aragorn seemed to gain more control but his temper was still blazing.

Finding his words, Elrohir spoke one word. “Poison.”

***

The arrow had been removed and, with great reluctance, healers had closed the wound. Once this was done, the man was brought before the King, promptly thrown to his knees.

The room was filled with courtiers and a bustle of people, including the Queens brothers who stared at him with pure hatred. Licking his lips, the man looked up and met the eyes of the King. And he trembled in fear.

Still not sure what he had been told, Aragorn had examined the food himself and, as an expert herbalist as well as healer, he detected the smell of almonds in the tea. The poison had been in the tea. Hardly original, but it had been done many times in the past, when greedy men desired power.

“Who are you?”

He said nothing. Faramir stepped forward. “Councilor Headden. He once ruled under my father, Denethor. After the War of the Ring, he resigned his office and I thought he had left the city. A few days ago, he approached one of my men and asked to gain a job or position again in the citadel. He was once a man of great respect and meant a great deal to my father.”

Aragorn didn't take his eyes off the man. “And your allegiance was to Denethor, not the King. Correct?” The man still said nothing. “You meant to poison myself and my wife. To take our lives. All because you could not accept me as your king? You would kill an innocent woman just for revenge.”

When Headden raised his eyes he made a noise in his throat and spit at the King. Two guards and two elves bounded forward, but Aragorn raised his hand to hold them off.

A young servant girl came forward and kneeled, offering the King her own white napkin. Aragorn took it and wiped his hand, then smiled gently at the servant girl. It was one of the girls that had brought the trays that morning. He saw the tears in her eyes and fear. He shook his head. “Be calm, child. I do not hold you or your fellow servant or Master accountable. You are innocent and did not know of the poison. Go. Let no one lay any accusation at your feet.”

The servant only bowed lower and kissed Aragorn's robe before rising and leaving the room. Aragorn returned to stare at Headden. The man only looked on in defiance.

“What was your intent in taking the Ringbearer? A prize? A trophy? Ransom?”

The man said nothing. Aragorn felt the rage once again boil over him. “Speak now or I promise you, I will have you hanged before this day is over!”

The man lost all contempt and defiance, his fear suddenly taking hold. Gimli stepped forward and handed Aragorn a small bag. “I found this on his horse.”

Within were over a thousand gold coins. But they were not of Gondor making. But from elsewhere. Suffleous, for on the gold coins was the image of a three headed dog. Aragorn threw the bag down in front of the man. He finally put it all together.

“So, you were hired by the Prince were you? Your rage and hatred of me was finally put to the test when money is thrown at your feet. And the Ringbearer-- he was a trophy, but not for you. For Cerebus? Is that so?”

The man hesitated and then nodded. Aragorn moved back to his throne and stared at the audience before him. “You have all heard. What say the court and my people for this act of betrayal, deceit and attempt to murder not only your King and Queen, but also to sell the Ringbearer into slavery?”

The shouts that followed had Headden cowering, for all shouted for his death. Aragorn waited until the shouts stopped and then spoke to Headden.

“Your sentence has been made. However, I will spare your life, on one condition. You were taking the Ringbearer to Cerebus, which means that he is in Gondor. Somewhere. He was ordered to leave and has disobeyed my Law. He is also the true perpetrator of this attempt upon myself and my wife. Tell me where you were to deliver the Ringbearer and I shall allow you to live.”

“And go free?” asked the man.

Aragorn only spat back. “I said live. I make no further promises!”

The man swallowed and made to think of all his choices. He then lowered his head. “Near the Anduin River, near Ithilien. We were to meet tomorrow eve by the docks.”

Aragorn leaned back in his chair. His fingers drummed on the stone as he contemplated this mans fate. “If you speak truth, then your life is spared. If you are lying to me, you will hang by the gallows by tomorrow eve.”

The man lowered himself to the ground. “I speak truth.”

Aragorn got back to his feet and was still undecided about the mans fate. “For now, you will be taken to the dungeons. After I contend with Prince Cerebus, I will deal with you. Take him away from my sight!”

Legolas approached Aragorn, who now fell back on his throne, his hands covering his face.

“Aragorn?”

Sighing, Aragorn lowered his hands and stared at his old friend. “How fares Frodo?”

“The healer Graham has looked him over. He is well, but will be kept in bed for the next day or so. It wasn't your fault. You could not have know of Cerebus's plans.”

“No Legolas, I should have known. I should have. But I promise you this, I intend to finish this once and for all.”

***

It was dark and the night air was filled with the sounds of a distant owl. He stood by the ship, his hands close together. Headden was late. He was eager to be away with his prize. What was keeping him?

A movement was heard behind several trees, and the prince looked up to see a man coming from the darkness. He was dressed in a brown leather cloth, a cloak hid his face. But the one thing that was truly noticeable was that the man's cloak was held together by a green shinning brooch. A long sword was sheathed at his side, but nothing else. Did the man fail? Where was the hobbit?

“What?”

When the mysterious man got closer, Cerebus realized that the height and build of the man was different to Headden's. He went for his sword, but the man was faster and his sword was out and quickly plunged into his chest.

The pain was sharp and deadly. The Prince looked up and saw the mysterious man throw back his hood to reveal a King. Elessar.

“I warned you. Now here is my justice. For Arwen and for Frodo.”

The man died seconds later, his body dropping to the ground with a sickening thud. The three stood on the bow of the ship and looked on as Aragorn threw the body into the boat.

“I warned him not to return. I warned him to leave Frodo alone. Now he has paid for his folly.”

The men bowed, but only the red haired one spoke. “Our Lord has always been impetuous. His father will grieve his eldest sons death, but we will tell him of the reasons why. There will be no war over this.”

Aragorn bowed at the man in return. And then he stood on the docks, watching as the boat quietly pulled up its anchor and made for the sea. Never to return.

***

A day later--

“The danger is over now, Frodo.” Frodo looked up from his breakfast.

His eyes filled with sadness. “It was my fault.”

“Nay, it was not. Prince Cerebus and Headden have only themselves to blame. Not you.”

“What will befall Headden?” Frodo asked in concern. He then added softly, “I would ask for you to spare his life.”

The sound of Sam's protest hit the air. Frodo glanced at his beloved, who had been restocking the fireplace, and was now staring at the two of them in utter surprise. “No more bloodshed. Not over me. Please?”

Aragorn took Frodo's hand into his own. “Frodo, Cerebus death was not your fault. He tried to kill Arwen and myself and take you. He was evil and he would never have stopped coming after you. As for Headden, I have already spared his life. He will be branded later today, the letter T will be put to his hands, so as to show all that he meets he is a traitor. I have sent a letter to King Eomer. He will take Headden to Rohan. Their he will work in the community in restoring and rebuilding of all lands for 15 years. Then, he will be graced his freedom. But he is not to return to Gondor. He is banished forever. If he returns or is seen here, his life will be forfeit. I wish I could grant him a second chance, Frodo, but understand, some people will never learn and my heart tells me he is one of them. He blames others for his misfortune and does not respect others. His only loyalty was to Denethor. Perhaps from this, fifteen years from now, he will have learned and if so, he will start over and grace himself with a new lease on life. But that is his concern, not mine. My concern is for my family and my friends.”

Frodo squeezed Aragorn's hand and then a knock came at the door. A servant girl entered carrying a large tray of food. Frodo licked his lips and, without even waiting for Sam to check his food, as he was doing since the attack, Frodo tore off the lid and grabbed the first mushroom. Frodo’s face completely lit up, ah the smells of mushrooms. He was truly starving and mushrooms would hit the spot.

“Frodo!” Sam called, but Frodo had already swallowed it whole. Licking his lips and fingers in quiet joy. It was a few minutes later that Frodo was out of bed and in the privy.

Sam's concern fell when Aragorn's hand touched his shoulder. Sam and Aragorn paused and seeing each others eyes, smiled.

“Morning sickness.”

The next few months were going to be a long road for the both of them. A minute or two later, Frodo entered the room and looked at the two of them. His face completely filled with annoyance. “Another perfectly good breakfast wasted.” Frodo eyed the remaining food and the sweet mushrooms that seemed to call to him. “And delicious mushrooms too.”

Aragorn, with a playful expression on his face, picked up the tray and headed out the door.

“You're right, Frodo. We shouldn't waste such delicious mushrooms.”

The King even licked his lips to show his intent. Seeing his plate of food being taken away, Frodo took up the hot pursuit.

“Aragorn, Aragorn, wait. I may be able to swallow one or two mushrooms... Aragorn! This is cruel, come back with my tray. Don’t make me tell Lady Arwen about this. I am feeding for two now! This is most unkind of you--Unkingly! Y-you ruffian! Aragorn!”

Sam remained in the room, a smile set on his face. He returned to restocking the fire. Five months, three weeks and 3 days to go. They would soon be holding their baby in their arms. Soon.

THE END (Yes, Return Three is in the works: Aptly called--The Birth.)