Bilbo sat in one of the many chairs adorning the Bag End den. He was exhausted from the day's activities, and even more worn out from his visitors. It seemed as though Pippin never stopped moving, and though Merry was a great help in keeping the lad entertained, he had enough energy to sustain more than one hobbit. Frodo did his best to look after the two, but one had to admit that even Frodo had his moments.
Lying back in the overstuffed armchair, Bilbo sighed. He would sleep in late tomorrow, have a nice leisurely breakfast, and perhaps send Frodo and the lads out fishing…
As soon as Bilbo's eyelids began to droop, Pippin came running into the room. Bilbo was amazed how such tiny, thin legs could keep up with such a lad. Despite the numerous other options as to where to sit (about seven, all tolled), Pippin took one look at Bilbo and jumped into his lap, his seat emitting a heavy grunt as he landed. Bilbo laughed, resituating himself after Pippin had gotten comfortable.
It wasn't more than a few minutes later that Merry walked into the room, carrying one of Pippin's small wooden animals with him. At eleven years old Merry might've been considered too old to be held by another hobbit, but it did not matter to him, as he vaulted into the armchair, beginning to sag under the weight of the three.
"Gracious!" Bilbo exclaimed, wondering how all three of the hobbits managed to fit in the chair. "How are my two favorite lads?"
Upon hearing this, Frodo entered the room. "And what about me, Uncle Bilbo?" he grinned jokingly. Frodo, not wanting to be outdone, managed to squeeze just in between Merry and Pippin, and flopped on top of Bilbo, who could no longer see over the heads of all three of his sitters.
It was quite a sight, six empty chairs and one filled to the brim with hobbit. "Though," Bilbo thought, "it's much better this way. Much more cozy." Then, out loud, "Oh, splendid! Now I've got my three favorite lads to keep me company."