‘Stop!’ Bilbo commanded, ‘Don’t say it! Don’t make it so, Rory, please. Frodo is the son of Drogo and Primula Baggins.’ Rory nodded and drained his glass again. Bilbo refilled it, and put it into Rory’s right hand. He took hold of the other, clasping it between his own. ‘I made an oath to them, Rory,’ too true, ‘to always look after the boy should something happen to them. And I have tried to always think of the boy, not of myself. To think of their wishes.’