Frodo was looking out the window of the living room. He was brimming with excitement! He was actually going to meet Thorin Oakensheild! But when would he get here? Some of the food was already done, but yet the King Under the Mountain was absent, along with five other members of the Company.

'I wonder if King Thorin has kids. Maybe he'll bring them along with him if he dose.' Frodo thought to himself. 'I would think that being a King would be lonely without someone to share it with. Then again, he dose have his nephews. And nephews are always nice to have.' Frodo turned to his Uncle. Bilbo saw him and smiled, and Frodo smiled back. 'Yes, I think Uncle would agree. Nephews are very nice to have.'

Just then he was touched from behind. Frodo looked up to see Bofur standing over him.

"So you like your fox do ya?" Bofur asked, pointing to the toy fox in Frodo's hands still.

Frodo held the toy a little closer, "Yes, thank you very much."

"Aye, no problem." Bofur pulled up a chair and sat down next to Frodo. Then once comfortable he stretched out his arm towards Frodo. Frodo knew what this meant, and quickly accepted the seat on Bofur's lap.

Once comfortable, Frodo asked "Dose King Thorin have kids?"

Bofur looked down at Frodo, "No. No Dwarflings yet. But I'm not entirely sure there will be at all. He doesn't really want kids I don't think."

Frodo got very worried when he heard this, "Why? Dose he not like kids?"

"Oh no! That's not it at all!" Bofur giggled.

"Well then why doesn't he want to have kids of his own?"

Bofur stopped giggling and got serious. "Frodo, when you are royalty, marriage works different. You are usually told whom to marry. And most of the time, you have very little say on whether you want to or not."

Frodo got very confused. How could you be told to marry someone? "But what if you don't love the person? Do you still have to marry them?"

"A lot of the time, yes. I've known of a lot of Kings whom married someone they did not love. Sad, ain't it?" Bofur sighed.

Frodo nodded in reply. 'I guess royalty ain't all its cracked up to be.' He thought to himself. Then Frodo asked, "So is that why he doesn't want kids? Is because he doesn't want to marry?"

"No, quite the opposite. When Thorin was still a prince, a long, long time ago, he was to marry a young Dwarven princess. And they even loved each other."

"Really?"

"Really!" Bofur said, "But after the dragon took Erebor, Thorin was no longer a prince, and couldn't marry the princess."

"So what happened?" Frodo asked, very sad now.

"The father of the princess, a King, gave her to another Dwarf prince for marriage."

"But the princess and Thorin were in love, weren't they?"

"Aye. But a princess cannot marry someone who is not a prince." Bofur replied sadly, "So now, that he is King Under the Mountain, he doesn't really want to get married."

"Because he still loves the princess." Frodo finished.

"Now your getting it." Bofur smiled, "But its okay. He still has his nephews. Those little devils will take the Throne for him."

Frodo smiled back, "I'm excited to meet them."

"Oh you should be. Those two are loads of fun. And even though they got gravely injured, they still have undying energy to burn. I think you'll get along."

"Do you think King Thorin will like me?" Frodo asked timidly.

"I don't have any doubt that he will love ya." Bofur smiled down at Frodo again.

Frodo got comfortable in the Dwarf's lap again. He was nearly sleeping when he heard the ring of the bell. Frodo peeled his eyes open to look for his Uncle, but he wasn't anywhere in sight. So Frodo sighed and got off of his friends lap, and walked over to the door.

He never like opening the door. It was so heavy for such a little Hobbit. But determined, he pulled with all his might against the door and opened it. On the other side there was three Dwarves. At first the Dwarves didn't see who had opened the door, for Frodo was still very small. Once they finally spotted him, they all introduced themselves.

"Ori." The first one said.

"Nori." The second one chimed.

"Dori." The third finished.

Then all three bowed with a 'At your service'.

Frodo replied, "Frodo Baggins at yours." They all raised an eyebrow at his last name. "Well come in, your lettin all the warmth out." Frodo said, and they all hurried inside.

Just then Bilbo came in around the corner and greeted the newest of his guests. How Bilbo rejoiced at seeing them all. He really did love visitors.

"So wheres the Misses?" Nori asked.

"Huh?" Bilbo questioned. Then it hit him, "Oh! No, no, no! Frodo is my nephew. Not my son." Bilbo moved over to Frodo and put a hand on his shoulder. "No Misses here."

Nori and Bilbo moved to the living room to talk about Frodo, whilst the other two were pulled into the dinning room to help set the table. Frodo followed Dori and Ori into the dinning room. Not to help of course, but to assess the newest guests from 'round the corner.

'I'm pretty sure Ori was the youngest of the Company. For being the youngest, he has quite the beard!' Frodo thought. And it was true. Ori was now proudly sporting a nice, thick beard. It only went down to his upper chest, but he was still very proud of it. He still braided the sides of it and kept it nice. 'I wonder if he knitted all of his clothes.' Frodo thought, whilst assessing Ori's clothes. Then Frodo saw the bag that Ori was still carrying. 'Oh! That must be where he keeps his journal! Oh I bet he could tell stories with it! I'd love to look inside. I'll ask him later.'

Then Frodo turned his attention to Dori, 'Hmm…I have a feeling that Dori is a slight perfectionist.' Dori was straightening and re- straightening all the plates Ori was putting down. 'That could get annoying! I hope he wasn't like that through their whole quest. But maybe that would be helpful to have. Dwarves probably need some type of order when on a quest. He was probably the one to enforce the order…then again…order don't sound like any fun!' Frodo cringed. He hated rules. He thought they were just there to be broken. He chose not to listen to 'no trespassing signs' a lot. Including ol' farmer maggots crop fields.

Then Frodo slipped away to the living room again, where Bilbo and Nori were still talking about…who knows what. Probably the old days, seeing as the was everyone else's favorite topic of the day.

Bilbo was called back into the kitchen, but before he walked away he said, "Now don't you got stealing anything of mine!" Nori merely laughed at Bilbo's assumptions.

'I have no doubt he would steal. Nori is the thief!' Frodo thought, standing in the corner again. 'I wonder why Thorin Oakensheild would want a thief in his party?...but then again, that is why my Uncle went on the journey...to be a burglar. ' Frodo tried to imagine his Uncle stealing anything. It was very hard. Frodo had never tried to steal, so he didn't know if it was hard or not. 'I don't think I could live with the guilt for a second if I stole. Maybe its not hard like that for Nori though. But what I want to know, is how dose he get his hair so perfect? Not a single strand is out of place! That must have been hard to maintain on the quest.'

Just then Nori turned towards Frodo and called for him. Frodo walked over and Nori bent down to his size, "Now, young Master Baggins, how would you like to play a little trick on your Uncle? Eh?"

Frodo smiled a devilish grin, "That sounds like fun."

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