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Antane's Anthology  by Antane

Frodo let go of his mother's hand and ran ahead into the meadow.  He plucked some of the flowers he saw there and gathered them carefully into his small hand.  Primula gazed down her lad's shining face as he handed them to her.  "These are for you, mummy!"

"Oh, there are wonderful, my dearest!" she said as she took them and hugged him.

Frodo clung to her tightly and kissed her cheek.  "I love you, mummy. You are the best mum in the world!  Thank you for being my mama."

Primula kissed him right back and ran her fingers through his unruly curls.  "And you are best son in the world, my very own lad.  Thank you for being mine.  I love you very, very much."

The little lad giggled, then snuggled more into his mother's arms, and fell asleep on the way back home.

When Primula watched her son sleep that night, his arm safely around his stuffed bear, Beorn, she marveled at his beauty and that softly shining light that Bilbo had noticed as well.  "That's Elvish light, my dear," he had said once.  "I wonder that means."

Primula wondered also but the reason didn't matter to her.  She just knew she was the luckiest mum in the world to have such a beautiful, loving lad.

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