I had a fit of inspiration, as you all know, and what happened was these, my Frodo, Pippin and Merry-Celandine drabbles. Unfortunatly my fit didn't include my Sam Drabbles, which are still in progress, so stay tuned. By the way, my Celandine Brandybuck is not, in fact the same Celandine Brandybuck that Tolkien created, she is a figment of my over-active imagination.

Disclaimer: Much as I regret it, I DO NOT own any of these fascinating characters (except for Celandine and Matthais) I am only playing with them, and I promise to play nice. *cheesy grin*

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“Let me see him, Primula.” Celandine cradled the tiny baby, awed by how perfect he was. All eyes and dark curls and tiny toes. “You did a wonderful job, Prim.” she murmured as she gazed into the child’s blue eyes.

Primula smiled wearily. “Well, you certainly helped, unlike my darling husband who used all his strength not to faint.”

Drogo looked offended. “There is a lot of blood involved in childbirth, my dear.”

“You’re telling me!” Primula exclaimed.

Celandine tuned out their banter, lost in a world of blue. “Hello, Love.” she murmured, kissing Frodo’s forehead. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

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“Will you stop moving, Love?”

Frodo Baggins glared into Celandine Took’s hazel eyes. “No. Leggo me.”

“Let go of me.” Celandine corrected the two-year-old.

Frodo’s blue eyes looked accusingly at her. “I’m not touchin’ you!”

Celandine rolled her eyes at Primula who grinned helplessly at her from by the fire where she was sewing. “You’re no help.” Celandine said, trying once again to drag a shirt onto the squirming young hobbit.

Frodo ducked and somehow managed to wriggle away from Celandine and run down the hall, shirtless.

Celandine sighed heavily and ran after him, amid the hysterical laughter of Primula.

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“You’re sure you must go?”

Celandine turned and gazed into Primula’s sad blue eyes. “I must. A midwife is supposed to deliver many babies, not live with just one.” She knelt down and smiled at two-and-a-half-year-old Frodo, who solemnly gazed back. “Much as I wish I could, Love.” She opened her arms and Frodo ran into them. She hugged him tightly, then Primula and stepped back.

“Come and visit us sometime, okay?” Primula said softly. “

Of course.” As Celandine walked down to the waiting cart she fought back the tears that simply wouldn’t stop. I’ll see them soon. I will.

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Celandine stood and walked to the window. It had started out as a nice day, but now it was starting to rain. Probably a good Brandybuck boating day. Celandine thought, gazing distastefully at the rain. One of the things she’d never gotten used to at Brandybuck Hall, was the way Brandybucks liked water. Celandine found herself thinking of various Brandybuck acquaintances and, in turn, Primula and Frodo. It’s been nearly ten years. I do miss them. Perhaps I’ll see them soon. She sat, unaware that at that moment, a small boat on the river was slowly sinking below the waves.

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Celandine turned and gazed at Frodo. The two were walking back from Primula and Drogo’s graves after having a surprise reunion. “Frodo…” Celandine began, then hesitated.

He turned to her, bright blue eyes catching the last rays of sunshine. “What?’ he asked.

“I-I wanted to apologize.” Celandine said, looking downward.

He stared at her. “For what?”

“For not visiting you sooner. I’m sorry.”

The lad watched her for a moment, then shrugged and walked on. “Its okay, I have tons of relatives visiting me all the time.”

Celandine smiled. He’s inherited his fathers’ sense of humor. “Whatever you say, Love...”

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Frodo gave Celandine a wary look. “Another cousin?”

Celandine stifled a smile at Frodo’s frankly unadmirable look. “Yes, Love. A lad, this time.”

Frodo leaned against the bench and sighed. “When you said you had good news, I didn’t think you meant ANOTHER cousin.”

“Well, I think it’s good news.”

Frodo rolled his bright blue eyes at her. “You’re the midwife. You have to like the baby, even if it looks like a pig.”

Celandine couldn’t contain her laughter. When she could breathe again she said gravely, “Well I haven’t had any pig-babies, but I’ll tell you if I do.”

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“What are you reading?”

“One of Bilbo’s books. Have you read it?”

“I’ve read ALL Uncle Bilbo’s books.”

*smile* “I’m sure you have, Love.”

“Someday, I’m going to have an adventure, and people’ll write books about ME.”

“Really? What kind of an adventure?”

“An exciting one, with dragons an’ elves an’ dwarves an’..an’...”

“And hobbits?”

*snort* “Hobbits aren’t very adventurous.”

“Oh.”

“Except for Uncle Bilbo. He’s the most famousest of hobbits.”

“At least until you have your adventure.”

“Of course. Then I’ll be second famousest. And maybe they’ll write about you, Miss Celandine.”

“I doubt it. I’m not that interesting.”

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“Celandine! Hurry up!”

Celandine grabbed Frodo’s proffered hand and pulled herself up the hill, then lay panting on the grass. “I’m going to die…” she moaned.

Frodo rolled his eyes and tapped his foot impatiently. “We’re falling behind!”

Celandine opened one eye and glared at him. “You call two meters, behind?”

“Coming, Celandine?” Bilbo said, turning to check on his nephews’ progress.

Celandine groaned and pulled herself up. Carefully she brushed off her dress.

“I wanna get to the river before the others do!” Frodo protested.

Celandine sighed dramatically and followed the lad. “I’m far too old for this, Love…..”

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Celandine grabbed Matthias’ hand, whirling herself around in the lively hobbit dance. Her husband grinned and bowed as Celandine turned to grab her next partners’ hand.

Her hazel eyes met blue ones as Frodo Baggins bowed as well and took her hand. Celandine curtsied, astounded by how grown-up he looked. Well he IS of age now. She reminded herself. “Your uncle sure can throw a party, Love.” Celandine said as the two spun around.

Frodo laughed. “You should see what he has planned for his eleventy-SECOND birthday!”

Celandine threw her head back and laughed joyously as they danced and danced.

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Celandine tied up a seam and sighed, rubbing her head. The children were all asleep and a fire was roaring yet she simply couldn’t relax. I know what it is. I’m worried. She stood and walked to the window, gazing up at the hill where Bag End was. The controversy about the disappearances of first Bilbo, then Frodo had all but died down, yet Celandine was still worried. I worry too much. But still…She hugged herself and gazed up at the brightest star in the heavens. Earendil, it was called. Frodo had told her that. “Be safe, Love.” she whispered.

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Celandine walked away from Bag End, a smile plastered on her face. It had been nearly a year since Frodo had left and the Shire had gone from bad to worse. Then one day out of the blue Frodo and the other three missing lads had galloped in and set things to rights. Celandine had been overjoyed, but now, after meeting with Frodo she was confused. He had seemed so...sad. So haunted. Like there was some nightmare that hounded his every step. He’d greeted her happily but his eyes…..

“What is it Love?” Celandine murmured. “What aren’t you telling me?”

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Celandine slowly walked up the lane to Bag End and knocked on the door.

Samwise Gamgee opened it with surprise. “Mrs. Brandybuck! Whatever are you doing here?” he asked, helping her inside.

Celandine turned and gave a wry smile. “I’m old, lad, not daft. Where did you and Frodo gallivant off to yesterday and why hasn’t he returned?”

“He left.” Sam said softly, looking away.

Celandine watched Sam with a puzzled look on her face. “Where too?”

“Far, far away, and I hope he’s happy there.”

Later, Celandine gazed out her window towards the west. ‘Good-bye, Love.” she said softly.