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A hundred and twenty four years later, Princess Lily was standing in her room getting dressed, getting frustrated that the buttons were not meeting.
“Surely I have not eaten that much since returning home.” She mumbled, blaming the slight pudge on her belly on the fact that her mother had been baking daily since she had returned to Angband from the Hintlerlands a month ago
Throwing the dress off, she grabbed a different one that had laces instead and went to do some makeup, but rushed to the bathroom instead to vomit.
That concerned her greatly, as she was supposed to be incapable of sickness seeing that she was half-maia.
Going straight to a healer, her wondering was answered and she learned she was three months pregnant.
Lily was not that worried about how her parents would react about her being pregnant, but what they would be concerned over was the fact that she was unmarried and would not want her baby to face the same bastard mocking her elder siblings -the twins- faced despite that rumor being untrue.
And, she knew father would maybe get mad when he found out who her soulmate and father of her baby was -not scared for her own wellbeing but rather him beating the shit out of her love.
Running a hand through her strawberry blond curls in nervousness, Lily made her way to the person who could best help her break the news: her mother.
***
Bilbo Baggins had always been a creature of habit, no matter where he had lived over the course of his life he had kept to a fairly straightforward routine: every morning he took a walk, then went to the library and read for a few hours, tended to his garden, either spent time in court or did some embroidery, smoked with his husbands, and got ready for bed -with meals spaced out between said things (and other life events as needed).
Of course, that was his schedule when he did not have a little one that needed his attention, but even that did not alter his routine too much -but currently, he was an empty nester and Ophelia was old enough that she spent more time in lessons than out as she approached adulthood.
Currently, the hobbit was in his garden, the very back of which where he kept his poisons.
Wearing a mask on the lower half of his face and thick gloves, Bilbo hummed the song in his soul as he watered his lilies of the valley.
The guard posted at the door knocked, getting his attention, informing him, “Queen Bilbo, your daughter -the Princess Lily- wishes to see you.”
“Let her in.” Bilbo allowed
Within a few moments, Lily entered the greenhouse, “Good morning, mama.”
“Good morning, darling girl.” The blond greeted, “It is so lovely to see you. You haven’t visited in years.”
“It has been a lot of work restoring the Hinterlands, even with its natural decay it was still in near disrepair.” Lily replied, “I did not mean to be away so long.”
Bilbo removed his gloves so he could cup her face, smiling, “It is alright, you are home now.”
The maiarindi gulped, steeling herself, “About that…”
Her mother’s pale green eyes widened, “Do not tell me you are leaving already?”
“No! No! I am not leaving, it is just…how do I say this?” Lily mumbled, “Mama, I am having a baby.”
Bilbo’s posture relaxed immediately before tensing up again, “Oh my love, you are having a baby? Who is the father? Who else have you told?”
She blushed, rubbing her arms awkwardly, “Telimektar. And just you and the healer who informed me.”
“Do you love Telimektar?” Bilbo asked
Lily nodded, “I do, he is my soulmate. He has been helping me in the hinterlands and one thing led to another and now I am like this.”
“Does he know?” The hobbit inquired
“No, I did not even know until an hour ago.” The strawberry blonde replied
“That is unusual, your fathers knew immediately when I was pregnant.” Bilbo hummed, “Oh well, I have a plan.”
The barely seven hundred year old tilted her head, “You are not upset or anything?”
“Of course not, sweet girl.” Bilbo confirmed, “And if your fathers say anything I will remind them that I was younger than you are when I was pregnant with Basil.”
The blond then added, “Regardless, do not tell them yet. I am going to do my ‘I want to have a baby routine’ to open them up to the idea so it is less of a burden on you. I will just have to modify it a little bit so you do not end up having a new sibling around the same time you try to break your own news.”
Lily’s face flushed beet red at that, having grown up on her eldest brother -Maeglin’s- horror stories of having walked in on their parents’ ‘babymaking’.
Bilbo patted her hand, “Send word to Telimektar for him to come here, it is best to break the news to him in person. Then you both can marry in the Ainur-style quickly so no one can say nasty things about my new grandbaby and your father and siblings do not end up trying to murder your intended.”
They walked to the little stone bench in the garden, sitting together, “I am going to find a midwife for you, I would offer mine but they all seem to ‘mysteriously’ die after I give birth and Arwen gave birth in Rivendell. And, I am going to pick some herbs for you to drink as tea to help with the morning sickness. I will deal with your fathers, you worry about you and the baby.”
***
A hair over a century later, Bilbo hummed softly as he sat on the chair a servant had dragged out for him, running a hand over his swollen belly as he watched Melkor show a handful of their children and both of their grandchildren (two hundred and fifty year old Opehlia and one hundred and five year old Lúsion) how to ice skate.
Mairon was sitting beside Bilbo, one hand on the hobbit’s belly and the other working through some documents he was reading through -having long since learned his lesson on trying to ice skate.
Arwen was on Bilbo’s other side, also heavy with a child as she watched the ice skaters, and despite what the midwives had said she insisted she was having a son she had already named ‘Eldarion’.
The hobbit was six months along now, heavy with a boy Mairon had given him that he had already named ‘Hemlock’; he knew this would be his last pregnancy,
This was his eighth biological child, but he was certain this would be the last because, between twelve children, five children-in-laws, three grandchildren (and possibly counting), two husbands, and many friends, it was enough to keep his heart well fed for the rest of time.
Bilbo smiled as he set his head on Mairon’s shoulder, watching as Lúsion slid awkwardly on the ice, he was oh so glad he stumbled across Melkor on his way home from the pub all those Ages ago.
“What has got you so happy, precious?” Mairon inquired, seeing his soft smile
The blond kissed his cheek, “Just me realizing I have gotten everything I have always wanted.”
“Such a spoiled consort you are.” The maia teased
Bilbo swatted his arm playfully, “So are you.”
Mairon rolled his golden eyes, “I suppose.”
And they all lived happily ever after in the joy they had earned, the end.