Chapter 10
Autumn Leaves
"It's about time you returned, Frodo.dinner is ready." Bilbo held the door open as his nephew ran inn bringing a ghust of chill autumn wind with him.
Bilbo shuddered as he shut the door after Frodo and watched the lad take off his heavy cloak and scarf. "It's so cold," Frodo shivered as he rubbed his hands blowing into them.
"Dear lad, you're frozen. Go and warm up. I have a nice fire going in the parlor."
It sounded like a lovely idea to Frodo who went straight into the parlor. Bilbo meanwhile, went to take the roast out of the oven and set it on the center of the kitchen table. It was nice to have someone else to eat dinner with.he used to eat alone and it would get dull.
"Dinner smells lovely," said Frodo as he entered the kitchen rubbing his arms.
"A roast, honey-dipped carrots, sweet potatoes."
"Mmmm." Frodo took his seat and began to serve himself as his Uncle put the last of the cooking dishes away.
"So what did you do today?" Bilbo asked as he sat down as well.
"I just went into town to see what there was to do." Frodo replied as he took a bite of meat. "I might go back tomorrow."
"It is up to you Frodo."
Frodo grinned. "Uncle.will you tell me some stories of your travels? I do love hearing them!"
"Which one haven't you heard already?" Bilbo asked with a laugh. "There are only so many stories I have, Frodo."
"I believe I have heard them all but I like to hear them again and again. Tell me the one about your escape from Gollum."
"Ah! Yes." Bilbo launched into how Gandalf had rescued him and the dwarves from the goblins and on their way out of the cave Bilbo slipped and fell into a hole, landing in an underground chamber. "I have no idea what kind of a creature he was but he was dreadful looking!" said Bilbo. "When he first saw me he asked if I would make a tasty morsel for him and then he gave me a chance. He asked if I enjoyed riddles."
"Riddles?" asked Frodo. "You've always been good with riddles.I'll bet you befuddled him!"
Bilbo laughed. "I guess you could say that." The old hobbit smiled at Frodo who was listening very attentively. "Are you enjoying your dinner?"
"Oh.yes.it's delicious."
"That's good, that's good."
When dinner was over, Frodo let out a loud yawn and stretched his small arms into the air. Bilbo looked at him from where he stood washing the dirty dishes. "You sound dreadfully exhausted, my boy. Go and get some rest."
"Huh?" asked Frodo.
"Get some sleep. I'll be with you in a few minutes to tuck you in."
Frodo nodded and sauntered off to his bedroom. When he entered it he turned on the light and listened to the fall night wind blowing against the round window.autumn was one of Frodo's favorite times of the year besides spring. He hated the summer for its tremendous heat and he did not like the winter for its miserable cold, but fall and spring were just right. He got into a soft linen nightgown and climbed into his soft feather bed, settling into the mattress with a sigh. His first month at Bag-End had been wonderful. Bilbo treated him as though he were his own son-cooking favorite meals, taking him to the park for hikes, into town etc. "I never want life to change." Frodo said to himself through another yawn. He fell asleep before his Uncle even came in the room and when Bilbo did come in, he smiled and made sure Frodo was in a comfortable position and had plenty of warm blankets. "Good night my dear boy." Bilbo whispered before kissing the lad softly on the cheek.
"It's about time you returned, Frodo.dinner is ready." Bilbo held the door open as his nephew ran inn bringing a ghust of chill autumn wind with him.
Bilbo shuddered as he shut the door after Frodo and watched the lad take off his heavy cloak and scarf. "It's so cold," Frodo shivered as he rubbed his hands blowing into them.
"Dear lad, you're frozen. Go and warm up. I have a nice fire going in the parlor."
It sounded like a lovely idea to Frodo who went straight into the parlor. Bilbo meanwhile, went to take the roast out of the oven and set it on the center of the kitchen table. It was nice to have someone else to eat dinner with.he used to eat alone and it would get dull.
"Dinner smells lovely," said Frodo as he entered the kitchen rubbing his arms.
"A roast, honey-dipped carrots, sweet potatoes."
"Mmmm." Frodo took his seat and began to serve himself as his Uncle put the last of the cooking dishes away.
"So what did you do today?" Bilbo asked as he sat down as well.
"I just went into town to see what there was to do." Frodo replied as he took a bite of meat. "I might go back tomorrow."
"It is up to you Frodo."
Frodo grinned. "Uncle.will you tell me some stories of your travels? I do love hearing them!"
"Which one haven't you heard already?" Bilbo asked with a laugh. "There are only so many stories I have, Frodo."
"I believe I have heard them all but I like to hear them again and again. Tell me the one about your escape from Gollum."
"Ah! Yes." Bilbo launched into how Gandalf had rescued him and the dwarves from the goblins and on their way out of the cave Bilbo slipped and fell into a hole, landing in an underground chamber. "I have no idea what kind of a creature he was but he was dreadful looking!" said Bilbo. "When he first saw me he asked if I would make a tasty morsel for him and then he gave me a chance. He asked if I enjoyed riddles."
"Riddles?" asked Frodo. "You've always been good with riddles.I'll bet you befuddled him!"
Bilbo laughed. "I guess you could say that." The old hobbit smiled at Frodo who was listening very attentively. "Are you enjoying your dinner?"
"Oh.yes.it's delicious."
"That's good, that's good."
When dinner was over, Frodo let out a loud yawn and stretched his small arms into the air. Bilbo looked at him from where he stood washing the dirty dishes. "You sound dreadfully exhausted, my boy. Go and get some rest."
"Huh?" asked Frodo.
"Get some sleep. I'll be with you in a few minutes to tuck you in."
Frodo nodded and sauntered off to his bedroom. When he entered it he turned on the light and listened to the fall night wind blowing against the round window.autumn was one of Frodo's favorite times of the year besides spring. He hated the summer for its tremendous heat and he did not like the winter for its miserable cold, but fall and spring were just right. He got into a soft linen nightgown and climbed into his soft feather bed, settling into the mattress with a sigh. His first month at Bag-End had been wonderful. Bilbo treated him as though he were his own son-cooking favorite meals, taking him to the park for hikes, into town etc. "I never want life to change." Frodo said to himself through another yawn. He fell asleep before his Uncle even came in the room and when Bilbo did come in, he smiled and made sure Frodo was in a comfortable position and had plenty of warm blankets. "Good night my dear boy." Bilbo whispered before kissing the lad softly on the cheek.