Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings Imagines

Pippin ~ Namesake

Pippin had never rushed home faster in all his life, flushed and out of breath, he burst through the door to his home only to be stopped by Merry.

"Easy Pip, she's still going."  He said gently.

"But-"  Pippin tried to push past, to see you, but Merry kept him still.

"Rosie and Sally are in there with her, as well as the healers.  She'll be fine."  Merry led him over to a chair, Pippin's face pale.

Your scream almost made him jump straight back up, but Merry had been ready for it.

"Sam!  Bring some ale!"  He called loudly.

Sam came hurrying out with two mugs, a pained grin on his face.  "Just heating some water for when the babe comes, to clean them both up and all that."

"Thanks Sam."  Merry said, taking the mugs and handing one to Pippin as Sam hurried back off.

Pippin stared at his mug.

"Drink Pip, it'll help."  Merry took a drink of his own.

Pippin frowned.  "She wasn't due yet."

"No, but these things happen."  Merry said gently and then tapped his mug against his.  "Come on, you're going to be a father, cheer up!"

This seemed to make Pippin's face go whiter, or your scream, and he drunk heavily from the mug.

Merry patted him on the shoulder.  "There we go, she'll be right as rain in no time."

It seemed like hours to Pippin before the sound of a babies cry came down the hall.

Pippin stood, staring and waiting, Merry watching him even though he seemed frozen to the spot.

Finally, a door opened and Rosie came out, giving him a warm smile.  "She's fine dear, both her and the babe, just give them a couple more minutes to clean up and then you can go and see them."

Pippin just nods, deaf to the voices as Rosie moves off to talk to Sam.

Finally, he was allowed in, the healers leaving.

He stood, half terrified, in the doorway.

You smiled from the bed, looking tired but proud of the small bundle in your arms.  "Come say hello Pip."

This seemed to be all Pippin needed, walking over to the bed to join you, looking down at the small round face sticking out from the blankets, thick curly hair atop it's head.

"It's a boy."  You said and kissed Pippin's stunned face gently.

"Can I..."  He trailed off, not entirely sure he should ask.

You smile warmly at him and carefully pass him over, Pippin cradling him in his arms.

You watched as Pippin couldn't stop staring, the smile not leaving you.  "Now he just needs a name."

Pippin nods mutely and you didn't miss the shine in his eyes.

A few days later, once it had all settled down, you found Pippin in his study, staring blankly at a half written letter.

You quietly approached him, placing warm hands on his shoulders.  "Hey."

He drew in a deep breath, his hand reaching for yours as he leaned back.  "Hey."

"You okay?"

He nods, but his hand slightly tightens on yours.

"Pippin..."  You sigh and kiss the top of his head.  "Tell me what bothers you."