Tag: Oh Finrod

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“You can stop poking it.”

“It’s so soft!” 

“Definitely don’t poke that part.” Beor gently pulled Finrod’s hands away from the tiny crown of curly hair.

“Why not?” 

“Babies’ heads aren’t completely – ah, formed yet.” Beor frowned. “I mean, they’re there and all, but the skull is slightly – ” He broke off. Finrod had his hands over his mouth, an expression of deep horror on his face.

“It’s not done?”

“Give it time, lad.”

Finrod crouched down so his face was level with the child on Beor’s knee and stroked a pudgy foot. “It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he said reverently. “So fragile, so squishy, so… perfect.”

“She is, isn’t she?”

The child reached out with a tiny fist and grabbed a handful of Finrod’s long hair. 

Finrod made a sound like a harmonious teakettle. “Does that mean it likes me?”

“It means she thinks you’re shiny and grabbable.” Beor grinned. “Which, as we have proven, you are.”

Finrod’s eyes shone with delight, though that may have been from tears; the baby was yanking hard on his scalp. “I love i- her.” The joy on his face was the same Beor had seen when Finrod had appeared at their campfire all those years ago. 

“Children are fair wondrous,” Beor acknowledged. 

The baby made a baby noise and Finrod gathered her tiny feet into his hands to kiss the toes.

“I want twelve.”

“They grow up, you know.”

“That’s fine.” Finrod raised his head and smiled. “I like the full-grown ones, too.” The smile slowly faded and a look of embarrassment crossed his face. “Oh, dear. Beor – were there onions in the supper?” He put a graceful hand to his nose. “I know how those affect your stomach. Don’t be embarrassed but I think we should open a window.”

“She just needs her napkin changed.” 

“You’re saying this little sunflower did that? Don’t be silly, something so precious couldn’t possibly wreak something so terrible.”

Beor was too fond of this particular Elf to give him some of the counter-examples that came to mind. Instead he bounced his granddaughter on his knee and said. “You’re right, of course, do excuse my noisomeness. Say, apropos of nothing, will you fetch me a wet cloth?”