Bilbo awoke to a soft knock on the door. Glancing at the window, he saw it was still dark out.

'I wonder who that could be,' the little hobbit thought, groaning as he drug himself from his warm bed to the door. Checking that his robe was tied, he opened the door a crack, peering out into the black night. He frowned when he saw no one there, but as he was about to close the door, he heard a faint cry. Looking down, he gasped as he made out the shape of a basket, holding a tiny baby.

Reaching down to grab the carrier, he looks around him, trying to find a person in the shadows. Gazing back down at the basket, he carefully removes the baby, cradling it in his arms. Bilbo moves the blanket so that he can see the child's face, emitting another gasp as he sees the brown hair already growing on it's head. With further inspection, he realizes it's a girl. He closes the door behind him, and lighting a single candle, he sits down in his rocking chair, cradling the baby close to him.

"I think I will call you Lenorah." He whispers, and begins softly humming lullabies. He remains like this for the rest of the night, never taking his eyes off of his new friend.