Pio regarded Umbria calmly. 'No, there is no worry on that account. The twins will be born on Loendë, Midsummer's Day. And their Father will be here to greet them and give them their Father-names. So, do not concern yourself with that any longer.'
Sam, by that time, had come up to the table with the bottle of wine, and had poured each of them a glass of the ruby red liquid. He took one for himself, and offered a toast.
'Here's to your continued health, Mistress Piosenniel, may your babies be strong and healthy, as are mine. And to you Amaranthas,
jewel among Hobbits, May your wit stay sharp and and you life never dull.' He drank down his glass to the both of them and returned to Rose's side.
'Nice boy,that one! You should think about having a big family like that.' She pointed to where Sam's brood were playing. 'Keeps you young and hopping to keep up with them.' she cackled.
Pio blanched at the thought, thinking two would be quite enough for her.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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