Frodo was eight and a half. He was going to visit his Uncle Bilbo for a week, as his parents had decided that the wanted a bit of a break from the energetic young lad. Bilbo was happy to see his young nephew again. I had been 2 years since they had seen each other, and that visit was short lived, as Frodo became very sick and was taken home immediately, this visit would give the boy a bit more time to explore Hobbiton.
Frodo arrived early, he bounded out of the cart and ran to hug his uncle.
"Hello Uncle!" He said cheerily
"Hello, lad. How are you?"
"Well, thank you, and you?
"I am fine, what do you want to do while you are here?"
"Go exploring!" Frodo said eagerly
Bilbo laughed. "Well, that's good, that's what I had planned. But how about some food?"
Frodo nodded, "Yes, uncle!" and ran inside.
Bilbo had already prepared a nice beef and mushroom stew for Frodo. As it was his favourite. He spooned it into a large bowl and put in front of Frodo. Frodo grinned. "Thank you!" he said with a mouthful of food. Bilbo chuckled.
"You're welcome. How about after you've finished that, we go on a bit of a tour of Hobbiton?"
"Oh! Yes please. I would like that very much!"
"Alright, I'll pack some food into a basket so we can have a picnic."
"Sounds like fun!" Said Frodo, and he grinned.
TBC
(A/N: Short, I know. Just go with it, it will get longer as we go.)