Frodo sure regretted being the favorite nephew of Bilbo now. The middle aged man rambled about his less than abysmally dull life. Of course, since he was the only family he would speak to, he would listen to every word and try to help him. He played with a dark brown curl as his uncle started again.
"Gandalf may not even come by for a while, because of his company…I guess I'll once more be alone for a time." Frodo rolled his eyes. An idea popped in his head that could potentially get his uncle off of his back for a while. He perked as he spoke, "Hey uncle? You still have those two empty bedrooms in your house, right?" There was a short silence. "W-why yes. But…what does that have to do with anything?"
Frodo smiled as he took the bait. "You seem lonely. I think you should rent out those couple of rooms! Maybe you'll meet someone out of it?" He knew Bilbo rather hated to let people he did not know into his home, but he always took his advice into consideration.
Bilbo winced at the thought. How could he possibly allow a stranger into his home…but the lad was right. Maybe it would be good for him to meet some new people. He sighed before answering, "I guess…I could at least try that…" Frodo almost squealed in excitement, bouncing around his apartment. He coughed, "Would you like some help moving stuff around?" Bilbo peered into the two rooms. There wasn't much in there. A trunk or two…some books on a bookshelf. "No, that's quite alright…"
"How about signs or something? I could put an ad out?" Bilbo hardly paid attention to how excited the other sounded. He was still unsure of the idea of others living in his house. "Uh…if you could-" "On it!"
He hung up, and Bilbo was left standing in his hall. "What have I done..?" He walked out to his living room, flopping down on the couch. 'What if I get a couple of weirdos,' he thought. He looked to the clock. It was seven at night. "I'm not hungry…time to sleep then."
"Gandalf! I have great news!" A pair of grey eyebrows rose. "And what is that, my dear boy?" Frodo giggled in joy. "I got Bilbo to open up his rooms for rent!" The old man smiled. "Great! I have need for a couple of rooms!" The boy was surprised. He almost stuttered, "Really? I could call him back up and tell him they're ready to be filled!"
"Please, if you will…"
The phone rang. 'At least I was unable to fall asleep,' Bilbo thought. He answered, "Hello?" "I've got those rooms filled already!"
Bilbo's stomach began to churn. 'I haven't even had the time to accept this yet!' he screamed in his head. "Uncle?" "Yes, yes. Tell them alright." Frodo immediately hung up.
He got out of bed. 'I need some tea…'