Klara fumbled through the dusty cabinets until she found a teapot. It was chipped but it would have to do.
"So this child, what're you going to name him?" Klara asked, hanging the teapot over the fire.
Matilda sat on her dusty old couch, rocking the sleeping child in her arms.
"I haven't got a clue," she chuckled.
Klara grinned and pushed the hair out of the infants eyes.
"Oh, well it'll come to you when the times right. Did the old wizard happen to tell you who the parents were?"
Matilda paused for a moment, excitement in her eyes.
"Frodo--Frodo Baggins," she said in a hushed tone.
Klara took a step back, nearly bumping into the tea-kettle behind her.
"Dear me, not the Frodo Baggins is it? The hobbit who possessed the one ring?"
Matilda nodded, continuing to rock the baby in her arms.
"Gandalf told me the lad was his descendant but the mother I'm not sure of."
Klara then began pacing back and forth with great effort as if trying to figure something out.
"I've got it Matilda, I've got it!" Klara shouted.
"Shhhh, you'll wake the youngen," Matilda snapped.
"Everard, his name shall be Everard!"
Matilda furrowed her brown. Shouldn't she be the one naming the infant?
"For heaven's sake, why Klara?"
Klara placed two large hands on Matilda's shoulders and stared her directly in the eyes.
"It means brave in the Elvish language. Why, I remember my father teachin me all about it I do!"
Klara's grin was so large that even Matilda was bewildered.
"Alright then, I can't say no to you Klara," she chuckled.
Klara took her heavy hands off Matilda's shoulders and took the kettle from the fire.
"Alright, now that that's settled, lets have our tea shall we?"
Matilda couldn't help but let out a giggle as Klara handed her a cup.
"You know Klara, this is the beginning of an adventure," Matilda whispered.
Klara nodded and took a sip of her tea.
"Eye tis Matilda, there's no tellin what awaits this young lad o' Frodo's," Klara said, nearly drifting off to sleep.
Matilda couldn't help but feel as if what Klara had said was an insult; it made her uneasy inside herself.
"Oh dear Gandalf, I have a feeling this is an adventure I didn't want to be given," Matilda sighed, gently laying her eyes on the resting child.
The sun began to set behind the rolling hills of Burkland as Matilda fell into an uncomfortable sleep, knowing that the infant would soon grow up to be a curious little hobbit.