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b2memB2MeM Prompt:g51(Baggins), Card:The Shire and Number:169
Format:vignette
Genre:gen
Rating:gen
Warnings:none
Characters:Frodo Baggins
Pairings:none
Creator’s Notes (optional):
Summary:The Baggins family are an odd bunch
Deep Roots, Odd Fruits
(Everyone belongs to JRR Tolkien. I have just twisted them to suit my own weird sense of humour.)
Frodo leaned back to stretch his shoulders. Before him was a list of relatives. The Baggins family was not extensive, but it certainly contained more than it's fair share of eccentrics, and it had been difficult deciding who to invite to the party.
Much as Bilbo loathed them, the Sackville-Baggins were a must. Frodo would never hear the end of it were they ignored, and Bilbo could not be so cruel to his heir. It was highly likely that they would turn up anyway, under the assumption that their invitation had gone astray in the post.
Frodo grinned. Odo Proudfoot was next on the list and Bilbo's cousin. For some reason, he was inordinately fond of dressing his foot-hair with ribbons and even the occasional bell. (He said he quite liked he way they jingled when he walked.) He produced one son, who looked so unlike him that there had been rumours, swiftly quashed, of course. His young grandson, Sancho, had a knack for getting into mischief that made him the despair of his grandfather, for his foot-hair was more likely to be dressed with mud and twigs than ribbons.
Much consideration had been given to Aunt Dora. Her extraordinarily long missives offering advice on the raising of Frodo, were usually rolled into spills to light Bilbo's pipe. As a maiden aunt, however, they decided it would be cruel to exclude her. Frodo hoped that meeting him as an adult and upright hobbit, would discourage further correspondence, this time directly to him. He could only live in that hope.
Dudo Baggins had been one of the least eccentric family members, but the marriage of his only daughter seemed to have been a cue to release what had obviously been a tight rein on his sanity. How he had reached the conclusion that he was an artist, nobody knew, but most family members had received one of his drawings at some point over the last few years. The images could most politely be described as bawdy and were definitely not suitable to grace any parlour wall. It was probable that some of the recipients had, like Bilbo, used them to line their underwear drawer. Frodo made a mental note to recheck his family tree, to see how closely Dudo was related to Aunt Petunia, for they seemed to have similar artistic skills. Aunt Petunia was also to be invited, but Bilbo was dealing with the Brandybuck side of the invitations, and Frodo briefly entertained the wicked idea of introducing Dudo and Petunia. The resulting works of art would no doubt require the delving of an extension to the Mathom House...one requiring a lock and key.
Ponto, Porto and Peony came as a set, and looked so alike that they could have been triplets, despite the difference in their ages. In temperament they were completely unlike, however. Porto could talk of nothing but fishing, and one could hardly set foot in his smial without being accosted by several fishing rods, that he stored in a tub by the door. When drunk, he would use his much embellished tale of the pike that got away, to bend the ear of any soul unfortunate enough to swim within his sphere. His brother, Ponto, was one of the saner members of the family, married and with a pretty daughter called Angelica. Unfortunately, Angelica was more than aware of her fine looks, and Bilbo hinted that he would be leaving her an appropriate mathom. Frodo had seen Bilbo's list of mathoms to be distributed, and was not looking forward to the task of handing them out after his uncle's departure. There was one for Lobelia that Frodo was seriously considering posting to her.
Peony was married to Milo Burrows. Bilbo had also set aside a mathom for him; an inkwell and pen. Frodo considered the present a little sharp for, raising four children already, it was likely that Milo simply had no time to reply to Bilbo's letters. That those children should be unfortunate enough to bear the names of Mosco, Moro, Myrtle and Minto seemed, to Frodo, to say all that was required about the state of Uncle Milo's mind. What sense Peony had once possessed appeared to have been doled out to her children, leaving little for herself, and her baking skills, or rather her lack of them, were set to become the stuff of Shire legend.
Poor Falco Chubb-Baggins had died only the previous year, but his daughter, Poppy and her husband, Filibert Bolger were invited. Poppy was heavily pregnant and Bilbo had added an asterisk and the words, “Plus one” and “Aster Tunnelly” in the margin. Aster was the Hobbiton midwife and Frodo made a mental note not to ask Poppy for a dance … at least, not an energetic one.
He grinned, taking up his pen to resume writing the invitations. The Baggins relatives would probably have made this a party to remember, even before Bilbo determined to add his own embellishments. This could be fun, after all.
Format:vignette
Genre:gen
Rating:gen
Warnings:none
Characters:Frodo Baggins
Pairings:none
Creator’s Notes (optional):
Summary:The Baggins family are an odd bunch
Deep Roots, Odd Fruits
(Everyone belongs to JRR Tolkien. I have just twisted them to suit my own weird sense of humour.)
Frodo leaned back to stretch his shoulders. Before him was a list of relatives. The Baggins family was not extensive, but it certainly contained more than it's fair share of eccentrics, and it had been difficult deciding who to invite to the party.
Much as Bilbo loathed them, the Sackville-Baggins were a must. Frodo would never hear the end of it were they ignored, and Bilbo could not be so cruel to his heir. It was highly likely that they would turn up anyway, under the assumption that their invitation had gone astray in the post.
Frodo grinned. Odo Proudfoot was next on the list and Bilbo's cousin. For some reason, he was inordinately fond of dressing his foot-hair with ribbons and even the occasional bell. (He said he quite liked he way they jingled when he walked.) He produced one son, who looked so unlike him that there had been rumours, swiftly quashed, of course. His young grandson, Sancho, had a knack for getting into mischief that made him the despair of his grandfather, for his foot-hair was more likely to be dressed with mud and twigs than ribbons.
Much consideration had been given to Aunt Dora. Her extraordinarily long missives offering advice on the raising of Frodo, were usually rolled into spills to light Bilbo's pipe. As a maiden aunt, however, they decided it would be cruel to exclude her. Frodo hoped that meeting him as an adult and upright hobbit, would discourage further correspondence, this time directly to him. He could only live in that hope.
Dudo Baggins had been one of the least eccentric family members, but the marriage of his only daughter seemed to have been a cue to release what had obviously been a tight rein on his sanity. How he had reached the conclusion that he was an artist, nobody knew, but most family members had received one of his drawings at some point over the last few years. The images could most politely be described as bawdy and were definitely not suitable to grace any parlour wall. It was probable that some of the recipients had, like Bilbo, used them to line their underwear drawer. Frodo made a mental note to recheck his family tree, to see how closely Dudo was related to Aunt Petunia, for they seemed to have similar artistic skills. Aunt Petunia was also to be invited, but Bilbo was dealing with the Brandybuck side of the invitations, and Frodo briefly entertained the wicked idea of introducing Dudo and Petunia. The resulting works of art would no doubt require the delving of an extension to the Mathom House...one requiring a lock and key.
Ponto, Porto and Peony came as a set, and looked so alike that they could have been triplets, despite the difference in their ages. In temperament they were completely unlike, however. Porto could talk of nothing but fishing, and one could hardly set foot in his smial without being accosted by several fishing rods, that he stored in a tub by the door. When drunk, he would use his much embellished tale of the pike that got away, to bend the ear of any soul unfortunate enough to swim within his sphere. His brother, Ponto, was one of the saner members of the family, married and with a pretty daughter called Angelica. Unfortunately, Angelica was more than aware of her fine looks, and Bilbo hinted that he would be leaving her an appropriate mathom. Frodo had seen Bilbo's list of mathoms to be distributed, and was not looking forward to the task of handing them out after his uncle's departure. There was one for Lobelia that Frodo was seriously considering posting to her.
Peony was married to Milo Burrows. Bilbo had also set aside a mathom for him; an inkwell and pen. Frodo considered the present a little sharp for, raising four children already, it was likely that Milo simply had no time to reply to Bilbo's letters. That those children should be unfortunate enough to bear the names of Mosco, Moro, Myrtle and Minto seemed, to Frodo, to say all that was required about the state of Uncle Milo's mind. What sense Peony had once possessed appeared to have been doled out to her children, leaving little for herself, and her baking skills, or rather her lack of them, were set to become the stuff of Shire legend.
Poor Falco Chubb-Baggins had died only the previous year, but his daughter, Poppy and her husband, Filibert Bolger were invited. Poppy was heavily pregnant and Bilbo had added an asterisk and the words, “Plus one” and “Aster Tunnelly” in the margin. Aster was the Hobbiton midwife and Frodo made a mental note not to ask Poppy for a dance … at least, not an energetic one.
He grinned, taking up his pen to resume writing the invitations. The Baggins relatives would probably have made this a party to remember, even before Bilbo determined to add his own embellishments. This could be fun, after all.
