Frodo stood near the railing of one of the many balconies. He looked out at the view and smiled a small and weak smile. It was a very beautiful place, Rivendell was, but it was not like home. He sighed heavily. Frodo missed the Shire and wondered when he would ever get back there – back to home.
"Hello Frodo." Someone called to him cheerfully
Frodo turned and a smile came into is eyes and spread across his face. "Bilbo!" he cried going over to his uncle and hugging him.
"How are you doing my boy," Bilbo asked, with sadness in his voice
"I am well." Frodo replied in a soft voice
"I am so sorry."
"Uncle Bilbo, it was not your fault." Frodo said, letting his uncle out of the embrace. He smiled at his uncle. There was weariness in his eyes and age in his smile.
"You have changed, Frodo, my lad." Bilbo said wistfully.
"We all have uncle Bilbo." Frodo replied.
Bilbo nodded slowly. "Do you remember the first few weeks you lived with me?" he asked, quickly changing the subject.
"Vaguely. I recall trying to climb the tree over Bag End," Frodo said with a sigh.
"Yes, and you fell out of it – breaking your leg." Bilbo told him, "When young Samwise heard that you had, he…"
"Visited me and played games so I would not get bored," Frodo finished with a smile, "Oh my dear Sam."
Bilbo chuckled and nodded. "He is a good lad." Bilbo agreed
Frodo smirked and nodded. "I remember the first week I was able to get out again. Sam took me fishing and I caught a very small fish, but was pleased," Frodo said, grinning, "and Sam cooked it for me, though I never got to eat it – Merry stole it."
Bilbo shook his head. "That lad was always stealing food."
Frodo smiled. "He did." Frodo replied yawning.
Bilbo looked at him. "You need your rest," He said, "Go take a rest. I will see you later, Frodo my boy."
Frodo nodded and walked off the balcony and to his room. He got into bed and fell asleep with a small smile on his face.