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The Adventures of Bilbo and Tauriel	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: +Third Age > General Views: 3739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"The next day, we rejoined Legolas and his friends and together we made for Beorn's. A week later Beorn was once again hosting us for the winter. In the safety of our cozy room by the glowing fire, Tauriel took my hand and placed it on her abdomen, beaming broadly at me.
'I know you will not be able to feel him yet Bilbo, but here inside me, our son already stirs.' Tears of jubilation welled in my eyes; I had never believed that I would one day be a father.
'My son,' I whispered."
"In that instant, I knew that Tauriel and my unborn son's safety must be my top concern. I could not allow Tauriel to face any dangers alone. But we were safe for the time being under Beorn's protection. By mid-March the snows began melting and it would soon be time to move on. Word was sent ahead to Rivendell to look for our arrival."
"It was too early for Tauriel to be showing, but her morning nausea evidenced her pregnancy. I fretted anxiously over her as we prepared to depart.
'Try not to worry so Dear Bilbo,' she told me with a tinkling laugh. 'We Elf-Maidens are hardier than we look. And the sickness will pass in another few weeks. My own mother slew 100 Orcs the day she gave birth to me.' If anything, her stoic attitude only increased my anxiety. I didn't want her to battle one Goblin, to say nothing about 100. I just wished we were safe at home in the Shire."
"Beorn assured me that the Eagles would watch over us as we traversed the High Pass, and would fly to our aid if necessary. Once in Rivendell, Elrond or Gandalf would provide an escort home. So all we had to do was make it over the Misty Mountains."
"We had been two days on the trail; snow still lay deep as we approached the summit of the pass. The rays of the setting sun painted the clouds a copper red against the deepening blue of sky, reflecting off the snow to bathe us in an eerie reddish glow. Tauriel and I set up camp under a rocky ledge that sheltered an area of bare ground amidst an alcove of rock. I couldn't sleep a wink; Tauriel seemed feverish and restless."
"I heard the crunching of footsteps approaching some time after midnight. They sounded many. In fear for Tauriel and my unborn son, I pulled the Ring from my pocket and slipped it on Tauriel's finger. And none too soon. That brigand Andruil stepped around the boulders just as I had pulled Sting from his scabbard. To this day I'm not certain if it was a trick of light, but Sting was glowing brightly blue"
"'The Shire Rat,' he snarled. 'She can't be far, Spread out and find her,' he called out to his compatriots before addressing me. 'So, you think to duel me Master Hobbit? How brave of you!' he sneered. I circled around him, leading him out of the alcove.
'It makes little difference to me, whether I bring you back dead or alive, rodent.'
I had hoped to heroically laugh off the miscreant's pathetic insults, but my tongue got the better of me.
'Is that why you got kicked out of the House of Thranduil?' I mocked, '…Because of your seriously limited verbal skills? I've heard better insults from a Troll.'"
"He shrieked. That's the absolute Truth Frodo. I couldn't believe my ears. He shrieked exactly like a raging Goblin and lunged at me. Instinctively I parried his blow (apparently 26 years of training with an Elven Warrior Princess paid off). But he was faster than a Hobbit and recovered quickly, whirling to face me again."
"I used my size to advantage and rolled under his next swing and right between his legs, slicing at his calf on the way through. Andruil grunted and fell to one knee, my blade pointing at his nose. He looked about for his comrades and opened his mouth to call them. Panicking, I interrupted, perhaps foolishly.
'What? A fearless and mighty Warrior Elf such as you can't handle a single Halfling by himself? If I were your acolyte, I'd think twice about following you.' The juvenile taunt worked. He staggered to his feet and squared off against me."
"Just as he was about to strike, a pair of arrows flew from nowhere and struck him in his shoulder (apparently he didn't have a mithril shirt like myself). He screamed for his allies. And as seven Elves leapt over the boulders to his aid, there was a great beating of wings. Sensing defeat the bastard hurled something into the alcove behind me. Without thinking, I simultaneously leapt upon him sinking Sting into his chest. There was explosion, chaos, blood spraying."
"When silence fell, the Elf was dead, his companions scattered to the winds. The Great Eagles blinked sadly.
'Tauriel,' I yelled, running through the lingering smoke to where I had last seen her. She slipped off the Ring and dropped it into my hands, her face ashen-grey. Her bow lay beside her. She had fired the arrows while wearing the Ring. But something was wrong, her pallor indicated shock and concussion from the blast.
'Valiant Bilbo,' she murmured. 'My stalwart Hobbit, my Beloved…' Tauriel trailed off into unconsciousness. I wept profusely, holding her in my bloody arms.
'Help me,' I begged the Eagles, 'She will not survive the night without the Magic of her kind.' Now you well know yourself Frodo, the Eagles do not readily consent to be ridden like common livestock, being a proud species. But they will of their own volition help any they may deem worthy in the direst of circumstances."
"Then and there, they lifted us into the air and flew at their greatest speed. An hour later we arrived in the courtyard of Elrond's House, which was all astir and blazing with light. Elves rushed to carry Tauriel and myself to the healing chambers. Sobbing, I brushed them off, and instead ran along side them as they gently but swiftly bore Tauriel to a soft bed."
"Elrond and Gandalf appeared at the door, their faces stricken with grief. Gandalf tenderly put his arms around me.
'Come Bilbo, let's get you sorted. Tauriel is in good hands now. Elrond will do all he can for her.'
'I can't leave her Gandalf,' I sobbed, 'I must be with her till her last breath.'
'Dear Bilbo, If it comes to that, you will be summoned to her bedside, but for now the Elves need to work without interference.'"
"Gandalf took me to wash up and change into soft robes and warm slippers. He stayed with me, comforting me while I waited for some sign. Finally dawn broke over the Mountains to the East, clear and Golden. None other than Glorfindel himself came to fetch me. Silently we hastened to Tauriel's chamber."
"Elrond smiled sadly at me, and spoke softly.
'She will live Bilbo, but she is gravely injured. I have done all that can be done in Middle-Earth…'
'And the baby...' I began.
'The child within her is strong and healthy. But she must remain here to deliver him. And then…' A single tear rolled down Elrond's cheek. 'I am sorry my friend—when the child has been born, Tauriel must go to Valinor. Only in The Undying Lands in the Gardens of Lorien will she find complete healing.'"
"Oh Bilbo," wept Frodo (who had been tearing up since Bilbo had mentioned Tauriel's injuries), comprehension dawning on him. "So that is who you hope to see again in Valinor. Why did you never tell me before? I'm so sorry Uncle…"
"Sssh Frodo, its alright dear boy, I shall be with my Tauriel again, and there is a bit more left to tell. The most important bit, really."
"I stayed in Rivendell with Tauriel that spring and summer. Our time together was bittersweet. We laughed and cried together, walked and snuggled together, talked and sang together. I thought then, it would be the last I would ever see of my Tauriel. Only recently, since the End of the War, and since you and I had been granted passage to The Undying Lands, did I begin to hope again. Fifty Four years have I waited for this opportunity."
"As the months passed, her belly grew round. I felt my son's first kick. A real fighter I thought, just like his mother."
"And his father…" interjected Frodo.
"Eh? I suppose you're right Dear Boy, though I never considered myself such. The leaves turned red, orange and golden as autumn began. Finally, in late September the date drew near."
Something clicked in Frodo's brain; somehow he knew what Bilbo would say next. He caught his breath.
"And on September 22nd in the year 2968 of the Third Age, my son was born. And I named him Frodo."
Frodo leapt from his bunk, tears streaming down his face now. He embraced Bilbo and held him tightly.
"I knew it," He whispered, "Somehow I've always known Bilbo—Father, deep down inside. That's why you've always claimed me as your 'favourite' relative." After a few minutes Frodo released Bilbo and sat back on his bunk.
"But why...why did you leave me with Drogo and Primula?"
"I hated it. But it was best for both our sakes Frodo. I was already considered eccentric, but if anyone had found out that Tauriel and I were actually married and that you were Half-Elven, we would have been booted from the Shire. If it had only been me, and it had come to that, I could have lived with it. But not for you my Son, not for you. You needed the nurturing warmth of the Shire."
"And even today, as much as you know you don't belong there anymore, look how you still miss it. Drogo was the only cousin I could trust. He and Primula had tried for a child without success for years. Primula was quite plump, and no-one would ever question her claim to have borne you. My only regret was that I didn't adopt you sooner after the boating accident. You seemed quite happy in Brandy Hall, and after their death you supped with me daily in any case."
"And look at you my Boy. Look at what you've accomplished. A father could never be prouder."
"I should have guessed long ago," Frodo sighed. "I can eat like a Hobbit and yet I'm as slender as an Elf."
"And almost as tall," chuckled Bilbo. "Well at least almost as tall as your mother (who I admit was rather short for an Elf)."
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