Frodo crossed his arms and pouted as he was once again plopped down in bed and cocooned in just about every spare blanket in Bag End.
"Now, you stay there or I'll be forced to tie you to the bed." Dori threatened good naturedly, ruffling the sulking hobbits hair.
Frodo's response was to sniff before defiantly wiping his nose on his sleeve, causing the dwarf to 'tsk' and attack Frodo's face with a handkerchief.
When he was once again left alone Frodo wriggled free of the covers before flopping back on the bed. Besides being ill with a cold he was also unbelievably bored. The dwarves weren't letting him do anything fun; even Fili, Kili and Nori were refusing to be swayed by his insistence that he was feeling much better now, doing their part to make sure the lad stayed in bed until Oin deemed him well enough.
Someone had even gone so far as to confiscate a good deal of his toys from his room, the remaining ones he had gotten bored with (there were only so many games you could come up with with a wooden horse, four soldiers and a dragon). He threw a glare at the bright sun and blue sky outside of his window and proceeded to stare at the ceiling. Life really wasn't fair sometimes.
Bilbo sat in the kitchen with the dwarves as Oin busied himself preparing another concoction for Frodo; he smiled at the memory of the 'ick' face Frodo had pulled the first time he tasted it and wondered how much more his nephew could take. He had had to endure similar treatment when he became ill after their escape from Mirkwood. It was then he learnt that whilst dwarves don't succumb to illness very often, when they did they got ill. Bilbo had had his hands full trying to raise the spirits of many of the dwarves whenever he caught them acting like Frodo was at death's door.
"They're only acting like this because they love you so much." He said, giving Frodo a goodnight kiss on the forehead, "Just humour them for a little longer."
It was three full days later that Frodo was tearing around the garden of Bag End after being declared fit and well. He laughed and pounced on Ori after 'slaying' the dwarf with his wooden sword. The others joined in the laughter when Nori launched a counter tickle attack, declaring dramatically that he would have vengeance for his dear baby brother.
"A-choo!"
All eyes turned to Oin as he produced a handkerchief and blew his nose loudly. Frodo, looking as smug as a child could, pointed to the open door of Bag End,
"Bed."