Cousins and Gardeners
A/N: LOTR Past-fic. Gen. Exists to be cute and funny. I also may of sadded a bit because I can't help it. Set when Frodo was 22 years old. Eglantine is pronounced Egg-lan-teen.
On one particularly fine day at Bag End, Bilbo Baggins was thinking quietly to himself in his front garden while puffing his pipe.
He did his best to ignore the Gaffer giving that boy of his instructions on proper watering technique or whatever nonsense Gamgees talk about.
Apparently the Gaffer was starting to get too old to tend Bag End so he had to bring his son along some days. Bilbo thought it was ridiculous.
What does age have to gardening? It can’t be that hard. But of course Bilbo wouldn’t know.
He was in mid-scowl when he noticed his young nephew, Frodo, walking up the path.
“Frodo, my lad! You don’t usually visit this late in the week. Especially on… nice sunny days where you be… oh, I don’t know… marvelling at nature?” He mus