Wee!Hobbits November Blanket Challenge...
Finally posted. :P (I wrote these two months ago.)
Rated G and fluffy-ish through and through. Featuring wee! Sam and Bell in the first drabble and a half; wee! Frodo, Primula, Drogo and Bilbo in the second double drabble and a half.
Hobbits in Blankets = Love to the ten thousandth power. (or beyond :P)
“Sam dear, why are you awake already?” Bell peeked up at little drowsy Samwise besides her bed up before the crack of dawn.
“I wanted to …get ready for the day, Momma,” Sam’s brown eyes gazed out the round window only to see still darkness.
“Come along, you should return to bed… Da won’t garden with you till you get some more rest.” Bell got up from bed, picked Sam up (though he was becoming quite a big lad), and tucked him in a nest of cottony, wooly blankets.
“Will you wake me when Da is outside gardening?”
“Course, sweetie… now close your eyes.” Bell brought the blanket up to Sam’s chin, ruffled his hair affectionately, and kissed his head of brown soft curls.
Sam-lad snuggled into his soft pillows and warm blankets. Before he could say more, his eyelids closed to the sweet fragrance of his Ma besides him.
Poor Frodo-lad had a nasty cold. Primula and Drogo tried to keep him comfortable, making honey tea to ease with his cough and sore throat, providing extra soft handkerchiefs for that nasty runny nose, reading stories to him, feeding healing teas to him at proper intervals. But there was something missing
Frodo was restless in bed. His blankets were so scratchy, they rivaled to how his head was feeling for a headache was coming on.
“Dear heart, what’s wrong?” Primula noticed Frodo’s discomfort.
“Ma, I can’t sleep with these itchy blankets… they’re so unsoft!”
Primula frowned as Bilbo suddenly came in. “How is my favorite nephew?”
“Bilbo!” Frodo got excited at the sight of his favorite uncle… surely with Bilbo’s heartwarming tales and sense of humor; he wouldn’t find lying in bed so difficult.
“My dear lad, how are you feeling?” Bilbo went besides the bed to give Frodo lad a huge embrace.
“I’m doing better…though I need to sleep now, but it’s hard with these blankets,” Frodo sniffled, grimacing as Drogo fed him another herbal tea. Primula followed up with some warm water with a tinge of honey.
“Oh I have just the thing!” Bilbo took out a sky blue cotton comforter and wrapped Frodo in it.
“It’s so soft…” Frodo drowsily snuggled into it, enjoying the contours, the spongy, feel of it as he felt more tired already.
“Rest easy, dear lad,” Bilbo whispered in his ears, as Primula and Drogo gazed lovingly at their peacefully sleeping son.
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On another note, happy birthdays to laurelinofwotr (today) and to witchsbeauty (tomorrow)! Hope you both have had or will have wonderful days! ♥ ♥
Rated G and fluffy-ish through and through. Featuring wee! Sam and Bell in the first drabble and a half; wee! Frodo, Primula, Drogo and Bilbo in the second double drabble and a half.
Hobbits in Blankets = Love to the ten thousandth power. (or beyond :P)
“Sam dear, why are you awake already?” Bell peeked up at little drowsy Samwise besides her bed up before the crack of dawn.
“I wanted to …get ready for the day, Momma,” Sam’s brown eyes gazed out the round window only to see still darkness.
“Come along, you should return to bed… Da won’t garden with you till you get some more rest.” Bell got up from bed, picked Sam up (though he was becoming quite a big lad), and tucked him in a nest of cottony, wooly blankets.
“Will you wake me when Da is outside gardening?”
“Course, sweetie… now close your eyes.” Bell brought the blanket up to Sam’s chin, ruffled his hair affectionately, and kissed his head of brown soft curls.
Sam-lad snuggled into his soft pillows and warm blankets. Before he could say more, his eyelids closed to the sweet fragrance of his Ma besides him.
Poor Frodo-lad had a nasty cold. Primula and Drogo tried to keep him comfortable, making honey tea to ease with his cough and sore throat, providing extra soft handkerchiefs for that nasty runny nose, reading stories to him, feeding healing teas to him at proper intervals. But there was something missing
Frodo was restless in bed. His blankets were so scratchy, they rivaled to how his head was feeling for a headache was coming on.
“Dear heart, what’s wrong?” Primula noticed Frodo’s discomfort.
“Ma, I can’t sleep with these itchy blankets… they’re so unsoft!”
Primula frowned as Bilbo suddenly came in. “How is my favorite nephew?”
“Bilbo!” Frodo got excited at the sight of his favorite uncle… surely with Bilbo’s heartwarming tales and sense of humor; he wouldn’t find lying in bed so difficult.
“My dear lad, how are you feeling?” Bilbo went besides the bed to give Frodo lad a huge embrace.
“I’m doing better…though I need to sleep now, but it’s hard with these blankets,” Frodo sniffled, grimacing as Drogo fed him another herbal tea. Primula followed up with some warm water with a tinge of honey.
“Oh I have just the thing!” Bilbo took out a sky blue cotton comforter and wrapped Frodo in it.
“It’s so soft…” Frodo drowsily snuggled into it, enjoying the contours, the spongy, feel of it as he felt more tired already.
“Rest easy, dear lad,” Bilbo whispered in his ears, as Primula and Drogo gazed lovingly at their peacefully sleeping son.
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On another note, happy birthdays to laurelinofwotr (today) and to witchsbeauty (tomorrow)! Hope you both have had or will have wonderful days! ♥ ♥