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blondism since this is her "baby shower" gift. I will post it publically once trianne gives the word...:-) And trianne, I will just link to this from your post, 'kay?
Title: Too Long to Wait: Holding Ellohir
Author: Claudia
Rating: G
Pairing F/A
Warning: Mpreg implied
“Oh…Oh.” Frodo’s breath caught in his throat as the tiny baby’s eyes opened and focused on him. Their color was a brilliant blue, a contrast to his silky pale skin, not the type of blue that would change as the baby grew older.
Frodo ran his finger ever so gently over Ellohir’s chubby cheek – so soft, like gossamer. Frodo traced the baby’s perfect little ear, his nose, his lips, which upon the arrival of Frodo’s finger made little sucking motions.
“He’s hungry, perhaps,” Frodo said softly, meeting Aragorn’s gaze. Just holding Ellohir dulled the remaining weak throbs of pain that the herbs Aragorn had given him had taken care of quite splendidly. Frodo sat up, leaned against the headboard, a pile of pillows behind him for support.
“He has eaten not but a half-hour ago,” Aragorn said, unable to keep a wide grin from his face as he eased himself onto the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle Frodo or disturb Ellohir. His large hand moved toward Ellohir’s face, but he withdrew it before he touched the baby.
“He has your chin,” Frodo said.
“Most definitely your eyes.”
“But there is Numenorean wisdom in his stare.”
“And hobbity greed in his lips.” Again Aragorn’s finger moved toward Ellohir and then retracted at the last moment.
Frodo laughed. “He’s warm and so soft. Who knew babies could be so soft? I never want to let him go, ever. Aragorn, why are you afraid to touch him?”
Aragorn flushed. “He’s so small and so content in your arms. I fear to frighten or hurt him.”
“Do not be silly,” Frodo said. He clutched Aragorn’s finger and led it to Ellohir’s face, helping him to delicately trace it over Ellohir’s face. “There now. See? He is smiling. He likes it.”
“Babes this young do not smile. It only seems so.” But without Frodo’s help, Aragorn now smoothed his hand over Ellohir’s cheek and down his pudgy arm. When he reached the babe’s hand, Ellohir gripped his finger with a tiny but surprisingly hearty grip.
“He knows your voice,” Frodo said sleepily, barely able to keep his eyes open. “Just as he knows mine.”
“He is wondrous fair to look upon, is he not?” Aragorn breathed in wonder.
“He is,” Frodo said with a half smile, his eyes closing. Sleepiness overwhelmed him and his last memory before dipping into lovely dreams was of snuggling warmth on his belly and the baby’s gentle cooing.
END
blondism since this is her "baby shower" gift. I will post it publically once trianne gives the word...:-) And trianne, I will just link to this from your post, 'kay?Title: Too Long to Wait: Holding Ellohir
Author: Claudia
Rating: G
Pairing F/A
Warning: Mpreg implied
“Oh…Oh.” Frodo’s breath caught in his throat as the tiny baby’s eyes opened and focused on him. Their color was a brilliant blue, a contrast to his silky pale skin, not the type of blue that would change as the baby grew older.
Frodo ran his finger ever so gently over Ellohir’s chubby cheek – so soft, like gossamer. Frodo traced the baby’s perfect little ear, his nose, his lips, which upon the arrival of Frodo’s finger made little sucking motions.
“He’s hungry, perhaps,” Frodo said softly, meeting Aragorn’s gaze. Just holding Ellohir dulled the remaining weak throbs of pain that the herbs Aragorn had given him had taken care of quite splendidly. Frodo sat up, leaned against the headboard, a pile of pillows behind him for support.
“He has eaten not but a half-hour ago,” Aragorn said, unable to keep a wide grin from his face as he eased himself onto the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle Frodo or disturb Ellohir. His large hand moved toward Ellohir’s face, but he withdrew it before he touched the baby.
“He has your chin,” Frodo said.
“Most definitely your eyes.”
“But there is Numenorean wisdom in his stare.”
“And hobbity greed in his lips.” Again Aragorn’s finger moved toward Ellohir and then retracted at the last moment.
Frodo laughed. “He’s warm and so soft. Who knew babies could be so soft? I never want to let him go, ever. Aragorn, why are you afraid to touch him?”
Aragorn flushed. “He’s so small and so content in your arms. I fear to frighten or hurt him.”
“Do not be silly,” Frodo said. He clutched Aragorn’s finger and led it to Ellohir’s face, helping him to delicately trace it over Ellohir’s face. “There now. See? He is smiling. He likes it.”
“Babes this young do not smile. It only seems so.” But without Frodo’s help, Aragorn now smoothed his hand over Ellohir’s cheek and down his pudgy arm. When he reached the babe’s hand, Ellohir gripped his finger with a tiny but surprisingly hearty grip.
“He knows your voice,” Frodo said sleepily, barely able to keep his eyes open. “Just as he knows mine.”
“He is wondrous fair to look upon, is he not?” Aragorn breathed in wonder.
“He is,” Frodo said with a half smile, his eyes closing. Sleepiness overwhelmed him and his last memory before dipping into lovely dreams was of snuggling warmth on his belly and the baby’s gentle cooing.
END
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