After a stern talking to and that bath he was told to take, Frodo came out into the living room again. He was wearing his nice red shirt, just as Uncle Bilbo had told him to. He came out, expecting to see his Uncle still talking with Balin and Dwalin, but instead, Bilbo was talking with somebody else.

Frodo ducked into the corner, assessing the newest Dwarf guest. As he was studying this Dwarf with a funny hat, some noise was being directed towards him. That's all it was to Frodo, a noise. Most likely a different language, but he didn't understand it. But what he did understand was a Dwarf with a long beard and an axe in his head, was standing over him, and making gestures and grunts Frodo didn't understand.

"No, no Bifur!" Bilbo called, looking to see what Bifur was yelling about. "Its okay. Its just my nephew." Bilbo went over to Frodo and pulled him out of the shadows so they could see him better.

"Oh! Hullo there, laddie!" The Dwarf with the funny hat, Bofur, said, bending down to Frodo's level. "And whats your name?"

"Frodo Baggins, at your service." Frodo replied quietly.

"Ah! And Bofur and Bifur, at yours." Bofur said. When he did both of the Dwarves bowed together. "So your nephew eh?" Bofur said, looking back to Bilbo.

"Yes, lovely boy. Stays out of most trouble. Although he did put Dwalin's axe through my floor earlier tonight." Bilbo responded by glaring at Frodo then nodding to the split in the flooring of his entry way.

"Ah, I'm just glad the lad wasn't hurt." Dwalin said, walking in with another Dwarf behind him. He was a very, very fat Dwarf.

"Oh!" Bofur said, moving to the fat Dwarf, "This tube of lard, it my brother, Bombur. Bombur, this is Bilbo's nephew, Frodo."

Bombur set his plate of food on the nearest table and bowed to the best of his ability, "Bombur at your service."

Although Frodo was very tired of saying it at this point, he said again, "Frodo Baggins at yours."

"Your nephew looks a lot like you, Bilbo." Said Bofur, looking back and forth in between the two. "Got the curls just like you!"

"I do believe every Hobbit has curls, Master Bofur." Bilbo said, now turning to feed the fire. "At least every good Hobbit should."

"What dose that make Sam?" Frodo said, slightly offended for his friend.

"Well Samwise had curls when he was a baby, so I do believe that counts. Hes just growing out of them now." Bilbo said, quickly trying to un-offend his sensitive nephew.

After a while Frodo sat down in the corner that he had first slipped into. He watched as the now five Dwaves and his Uncle talked. They talked for a long time too. Always about the old days. Frodo was thinking about how his Uncle had described the last time the Dwarves got together at his house.

'I wonder if we'll have a food fight tonight.' Frodo thought to himself. 'That would be fun…I don't think I've ever had a food fight…besides that one time I threw a potato at Pippan's head and instead his Sam…I think he is still cross with me for that.'

Frodo looked around at his Uncles newest guests. 'Bifur looks kinda scary.' Frodo thought, looking into the corner opposite of him, where Bifur sat, whittling a piece of wood. 'I wonder how he got that axe in his head. Probably some fierce battle…or…someone kicked the handle of the axe and it went into his head…' Frodo cringed remembering what he had done not to long ago.

Then Frodo turned to the Dwarf with the funny hat who was talking to Bilbo, 'Bofurs hat looks really…warm…I wonder if he would let me try it on. Then again, Uncle told me he never took it off. How could he have never taken it off? His hair must be very dirty under there.' The thought of bad hair was never one that Frodo liked. He liked his dark brown curls, and he liked them clean. 'But Mister Bofur looks very nice all the same. He laughs really loud too.'

Frodo again turned to the fattest Dwarf there was. Bombur sat in a chair, with a plate of food on his fat belly. 'I thought Mister Balin would have had a hard time getting up to the Lonely Mountain, but Bombur must have had an even harder time! Why hes so fat, that if he had slipped on the slopes of the Mountain, he might have just rolled back down like a ball!' Frodo thought, smiling to himself. 'But I don't think the great Thorin Oakensheild would have let him come if he wasn't also a good fighter. Maybe he runs into people with his tummy.' Frodo smiled to himself again, but was pulled out of it by his name being called.

"Oi, laddie!" Bofur called to Frodo. Frodo stood and went over to him. Bofur pulled out a chunk of wood and a knife from a pouch he carried. "What is your favorite animal?"

"Umm…" Frodo thought about it. "I like…foxes." Frodo replied.

"Ooo! Good choice." Bofur said, immediately working on the wood, "Foxes are quick and sneaky. They can go unheard through a forest full of fallen leaves. Kinda like Hobbits themselves." Bofur smiled at Frodo, "But they can be very tricky little things. I was out camping with my brother once and a fox came in the night and stole our breakfast. And there is nothing worse than listening to your brother whine of hunger as you walk home."

"Oi! Its hard for me to go without!" Bombur cried in his defense.

"Yes Bombur, we know." Balin said. Everyone laughed, including Bombur.

"Besides Bofur, I still think it was just a coon." Bombur said again.

"Nu it wasn't Bombur! It was a fox! I saw its tail!"

"You do realize their tails look almost identical."

"Oh! Careful everyone! Bombur is using big words again!" Everyone laughed at their brotherly jousts. Going back and forth till, before you knew it, Bofur was done carving. "Here ya are Frodo." Bofur held out the wooden little fox.

The fox was perfect from all angles. Everything about it was perfect in detail too. How Bofur managed to make it so fast and so well, not even todays best whittlers could tell. Frodo looked it over, amazement shining from his face.

"How 'bout we put your name on it, eh?" Bofur said. Frodo nodded and handed him back the toy. Bofur carved out scribbles and lines. When he handed it back to Frodo, Frodo looked confused. He couldn't read what Bofur had written. "Its Khaz-dul. Our ancient language." Bofur said nodding to Bifur, "That is your name in Khaz-dul."

Frodo's face shinned with excitement as he quickly went and showed it to his Uncle, "Thank you Master Bofur. Thank you very much." Frodo couldn't help himself, he ran into Bofur and gave him the biggest hug that his little arms could.

Bofur laughed and returned the hug, "Why your very welcome, Master Frodo."

Bofur didn't know it, but Frodo treasured that toy. He carried it for the rest of the night, then put on a respective shelf. He hardly let anyone touch it. That was his toy, specifically made for him, by one of the Dwarves from the Company of the great Thorin Oakensheild.

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Yaay! This chapter is specifically for my friend Moose who is a huge fan of Bofur! But then, who isn't? Thanks Moose for helping me decide on what animal is Frodo's favorite. I hoped you guys like this, cause I really do. Don't worry, Frodo will get to meet Throin…last. Cause I'm just that evil… *evil grin* So if you guys liked it, or didn't like it, let me know with reviews. But please remember to sign in so we can talk! Thanks. Ttyl. BYIE!