Title: An Adventure

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Warning: Fluff

Summary: Frodo goes on an adventure inside Bilbo's house.

Note: Should still not be taken serious, as I will make faults about age and such things.

Characters: Frodo, Gandalf

Universe: Lord of the Rings

A/N: Vana Jedi requested little Frodo.

A/N2:Sorry about so much Bilbo.

Frodo had been through the entire house; of course he had as he lived there. But he did not find anything that he looked for. He found baskets, cupboards, dishes, knives and forks, cake (which he took a bit from and then left it), coffee (which he still could not understand why grownups liked) and much more because Bilbo owned a big house with many rooms.

The reason for starting in the kitchen was because he was hungry, and there was really no use for him to go on an adventure without a full stomach, something Pippin and Merry had taught him. Of course he tended to listen to Sam a little more, because he tended to stay out of trouble that way, but even Sam would agree that it was tastier if he ate a cake before he began.

After that he made it to the bedrooms to search for them, but he already felt that it seemed pointless as he found to signs of what he wanted to see. How could thirteen dwarves have been here without leaving marks?

There had to be something, maybe he would find it in their beds, but all of the beds were neatly bedded and looked like they always did. Beside what would a bed look like if a dwarf had slept in it, maybe it would be muddy, because they lived in caves. But from what Gandalf had told him it did not seem muddy in their caves at all.

Then he decided to look for gold, all of the dwarves needed to have some gold, even if they were searching for more. And perhaps they had dropped something that would be for the picking of Frodo.

Frodo scoffed, it would not do to just sit around even if it didn't seem to him like he would find something. He padded over the floor, and sneaked under the table of which had served as the dwarves dinner table. But it had been so much more, because on this table had also been the plans for how they should best sneak up on the dragon, and that deserved some notion because it seemed like a splendid map they had used to Frodo. With runes and secret messages and even a secret gateway with a key!

It was hard to imagine thirteen dwarves, even one was hard for him to think of as he had not seen very many of them, but he could boast with seeing one at least, because they all seemed to think that Bilbo's house was theirs to sleep in when they took a rest from their travels. Bilbo had never complained, but neither did he really help them, maybe the first time serving thirteen dwarves had taught him that they could well serve themselves if they knew where the food was.

Under the table Frodo tried to think of how they had all been seated there, and again tried to find any signs that it had really taken place, something on the chair that would prove that it had not only been small hobbits seated on them, but something more sturdy and a little larger.

Gandalf always had to be careful on his visits; if he did not take a sturdy wooden chair he would break them when he sat down. It had done it three times, until Bilbo scolded the wizard for breaking his chairs; it had even been fun then because Gandalf had winked to Frodo who had been seated on the ground near the fire.

Suddenly he could hear footsteps, and it was of a larger sort than hobbits. He stayed still under the table, because it had become a fine nest with pillows and blankets and small trinkets that did not shine as bright as gold but was fine either way, if the fork could stop poking his ribs at least. He waited for the steps to come to the supper room, and laid silent waiting for the person to address himself.

If it had been any other person than Gandalf, because it was the wizard, he had most likely not noticed the small child hiding under the table. However it was him, and he crouched down to look at the small hobbit, who stared back.

"Whatever are you doing there, Frodo?"

"I'm Smaug, this is my nest," he answered, not really able to muster up a dragon roar.

"Oh, and where is your treasure?" Gandalf sat down now.

"Here and there, mostly here though."

The wizard chuckled, and sat more comfortable on the floor, because he knew that he would not be moving for a while.

"Then are you going to attack the people of Dale? Or the dwarves?"

Frodo stared, and then thought for a while because he didn't really want to attack someone, he just wanted the gold. Maybe not even that, he mostly wanted the adventure or to see the dwarves that Bilbo had told him about. But all that seemed unlikely to happen.

"No, I'm happy down here."

In Gandalf's left pocket his pipe was, and now the wizard brought it up together with the tobacco he had bought outside Shire. Carefully he lit the pipe, and then he just as carefully breathed out a ring. To Frodo's delight the ring took a different colour than grey, and the one that followed yet a different colour. The small hobbit watched the wizard fill the air with different shapes, sizes and colours of smoke rings, and finally he scrambled out from under the table and into the wizard's lap.

"I seem to have caught a dragon."

"No, just me now," Frodo said as he tried to catch one of the rings.

"Well then, would me want to hear a tale?"

Frodo nodded, and requested the tale with the trolls, he had lost interest in the dragon for now, but he was happy to hear another tale of the dwarves. But of course his greatest delight laid in hearing the tale of Bilbo's bravery.

Note: I have no idea what exactly Bilbo is to Frodo, I think he is his guardian but not his father.

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