* * The characters, places, etc… are not mine (though I wish Frodo was!).
I hope you like it…
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Frodo sat outside the door of Bag End, thinking. Today was a special day; at least, to him it was. Exactly one year ago today, he had moved into Bag End. He had been so excited then, and even now, was pleased he could live with Bilbo.
It was almost noon, and the day had gone on fairly average. But Frodo was feeling happy today; more than usual, and he wanted to do something different. He saw the day as special, and therefore, wanted to celebrate. He decided to go see what Bilbo thought.
Getting up, he opened the door, and proceeded to look for Bilbo. Frodo looked throughout Bag End, but couldn't find him. Finally, he noticed the door to Bilbo's Study was closed. Writing seemed to be one of Bilbo's hobbies, and Frodo knew not to disturb him when he was busy. But why would he write today? Maybe he didn't realize the day, or what it meant to Frodo.
Smiling to himself, Frodo slowly, quietly opened the door. Peeking in, his suspicions were confirmed - Bilbo was working. Frodo suddenly felt…forgotten. How could Bilbo spend this day writing? But, it was something Bilbo loved doing, so Frodo decided to leave him alone.
"Bilbo, I think I'm going to go out for a while," Frodo informed him.
"Yes, yes, alright," Bilbo replied, apparently caught up in what he was doing. "Have fun."
Frodo stared at Bilbo for a moment, before going over to the bookcase. After choosing a book which he hadn't finished yet, he quietly left the room. He headed out the door, and started down the walkway, but suddenly stopped. Staring at the book in his hands, he realized, this wasn't what he really wanted to do. He could go out and read any day. What he really wanted, was to spend time with Bilbo. Heaving a sigh, he tried to think of something to do. He looked around at the familiar landscape, as if there would be an answer hidden there.
Finally, after some thinking, he came up with an idea. Turning around, he headed back up the walk. Going back into the Study, he was not so quiet this time. He walked over to Bilbo, and put his hands on the desk, leaning against it.
"What are you writing about?" Frodo asked, interested.
"Hmm?" Bilbo asked, startled from his thoughts. "Oh, just this and that," Bilbo told him. "Whatever I think of…"
Frodo leaned over more, his elbows now on the desk, and his chin resting in his hands. "And what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing specific, really," Bilbo said, looking up at Frodo.
"Oh," Frodo smiled. "Can I see?"
"Sure," Bilbo turned his paper so Frodo could see it. "But it really isn't much."
Frodo stared down at the mixed drabble. Bilbo apparently wasn't writing anything specific, just jotting down his thoughts. So that, perhaps later, he could put them together and create a story. But, as of yet, none of it made much sense - at least, not to Frodo. He gave it back to Bilbo.
Bilbo stared at Frodo for a moment, wondering about his mood. Frodo was acting a bit strange today, and he seemed rather attentive. "What's on your mind?"
"Oh, I just…" Frodo shrugged. "Do you want to do something today? I mean, you've been in here all morning; how about coming outside? It's a wonderful day!"
"Alright," Bilbo set his pen down. "Why don't I fix us some food, and we can have a picnic down by the lake?" he suggested.
"Sounds like a good idea," Frodo agreed. "Can I help with the food?"
"Sure," Bilbo stood up, and headed for the door. "Oh, and Frodo…" he turned around to face him. A small smile grew on his lips, "When I first invited you to come live here, I wasn't so sure about it. But as soon as you came here, I knew it was a good decision." He turned, and again, headed for the door.
Frodo stood in awe. So Bilbo had remembered, after all!
"Well, come along," Bilbo said, before leaving the room.
"Yes, I'm coming," Frodo replied, smiling, as he followed Bilbo to the kitchen.
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Frodo and Bilbo sat near a rushing brook. They had planned to picnic at the lake, but when they saw this place, it seemed like a great place.
"Do you want to play a game?" Frodo suddenly asked.
"Well, like what?" Bilbo asked.
"I don't know," Frodo said, thinking. "It was just a suggestion."
"Well… now that we've finished eating," Bilbo suggested. "Why don't we go over to the lake, and you can swim, if you'd like."
"Oh…" Frodo said slowly. They could at least go to the lake, though he didn't like the idea of swimming, it made him squirmish. "Alright," he agreed.
They gathered up all their things, and started heading for the lake. Suddenly, Frodo hurried up beside Bilbo, and looked at him. A grin was on Frodo's face, and his eyes shone with excitement.
"I'll race you…" Frodo said to him, ready to run ahead. Seeing that Bilbo was about to protest, he laughed, and started running.
"No, No, Frodo," Bilbo called after him. Frodo turned around, still laughing. He seemed to be waiting for Bilbo, but as soon as he got a little close, Frodo smiled and called out, "Come on!" Then he took off again.
"Oh…" Bilbo said to himself; he shouldn't be running around at his age! However, he couldn't help but smile, and took off after Frodo.
Frodo looked over his shoulder, and smiled as he saw Bilbo following. This day may have started out average, but it wasn't anymore. It seemed, to Frodo, as if nothing could ruin their fun. This day had become simply perfect…
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To Be Continued
