Gossip around the Shire talked of odd things happening at Bag End. The children were never seen during the day anymore, and there were those who whispered of horrible fates that had befallen them.
All fourteen children are at the birthday party of Frodo Baggins, however, so the gossips are foreced to admit that the children are indeed alive and well. Mistress Rose looks pale in the firelight, and rumors circulate of another child on the way.
Elanor patted her mother's shoulder and helped her sit. "Alright, mum?"
Rosie smiled thinly, carefully not to show her teeth too much. "I will be, love. You all were."
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