It was fun at first. They would sneak around Bilbo and Oin and take a kitchen utensil, here and there. Then, when Bilbo and Oin would look all around the kitchen for it, and Frodo would put it back when they weren't looking. But soon enough, Bilbo started to figure it out, once he heard Frodo and Nori trying to contain their giggles.

Then Frodo got bold and took a spoon that was right next to Bilbo. He almost got away with it too, but Dori walked through the door and blocked Frodo's escape route. Then, before Frodo could get to the back-up exit, Dori called Bilbo's attention towards Frodo. Dori was really just commenting on how similar they looked. Bilbo turned to look at Frodo, only to see a wooden spoon in his hands.

Now Bilbo was chasing Nori and Frodo round the house, just trying to get his spoon back. Finally Bilbo caught up to his nephew, and tickled him till he dropped the spoon. He released his nephew from the tickle torture and turned to Nori. At first Bilbo glared at him for teaching Frodo his ways, but then they both burst out laughing at how long the joke had gone on.

Bilbo went back to finishing up the meal, Nori went back to the other Dwarves company, and Frodo kinda just walked around. Frodo would do small little tasks to occupy himself, whether it was getting something for his Uncle, or feeding the fire for the Dwarves. He was hungry and needed to keep busy.

"Uncle Bilbo," Frodo called, "when will the rest of the Dwarves get here? I'm hungry."

"I'm not sure, Frodo." Bilbo replied, somehow still cooking. "But they should be here soon. If they're not here soon though, we will eat without them. They should know better than to be late…especially for dinner!"

Frodo turned and walked out of the kitchen. He assumed that Uncle would only wait until he was done, and by the looks of it, he wouldn't be done for about five more minutes. He was wondering if five minutes could take any longer, when he was handed a biscuit. Frodo looked over to see that Bombur was the one handing it to him. Frodo smiled and accepted.

He was nearly done eating when he heard Balin call out, "Hey Bilbo! Ya better hide your dishes! The boys are here."

Then Frodo heard a voice reply, "Ha ha. Very funny. I don't think we could even do that anymore."

Frodo knew who it was! From all the stories his Uncle would tell and retell. He knew who was at the door. It was Thorin's best warriors, and his nephews. Frodo jumped off his seat and went behind his Uncle as they walked to see their newest guests. They rounded the corner, but Frodo stayed behind Bilbo, not really wanting to go through the 'So this is your son?' thing again. When he looked at the nephews of the great Thorin Oakensheild…he saw the opposite of what he expected.

What Frodo saw was one with dark brown hair, and the other had blonde. They looked very strong, like a warrior should. They both carried weapons, like a warrior should. And they both had lots of scars, like a warrior should. But that was expected in a warrior. So what was it that was unexpected?

The blonde haired one, had to carry himself with a cane, for starters. He couldn't walk or stand without it seemingly. Then the brown haired one walked with quite a limp. Favoring his right side. That was not quite what Frodo thought he would see in the warriors of the great Thorin Okaensheild.

Frodo didn't say anything, and they didn't see him yet. He was still trying to take in the fact that they were broken Dwarves. Just then Bofur's words rang through Frodo's head, "And even though they got gravely injured, they still have undying energy to burn." That was quickly made true by the sounds of their laughter, filling the hall.

'Broken, or unbroken," Frodo thought, 'these are still the warriors and nephews of King Thorin.' Then Frodo moved forward so they could see him.

"Well who is this?" said the blonde one. Frodo was so bad at remembering their names.

Bilbo looked down to see that Frodo was standing next to him. "Ah! Fili, Kili, this is my nephew, Frodo."

Instead of saying 'at your service' , the brown one, Kili, walked over and immediately picked him up. "Aye. Are ya sure he is a Hobbit?" Kili said, "I would imagine they would be much heavier with their seven breakfasts."

"Maybe he is growing faster than he can gain." Fili put in. Frodo only smiled. He knew they were really only saying these things to jab at Uncle Bilbo.

"I dunno. Hobbits don't really have far to grow. He like a tiny, Mister Boggins." Kili said, turning to Bilbo who rolled his eyes at mispronunciation of his last name.

"Where is your Uncle? Dinner is done, and we're all hungry." Bilbo asked.

"He'll probably be at least a half an hour behind us." Fili replied. "Something came up before we left so he told us to go on ahead."

"But I don't think we need to wait for him." Kili said to Frodo, "I can see you have already started, eh?" Kili picked off a bread crumb from Frodo's shirt.

"Frodo-" Bilbo began.

"Bombur gave it to me!" Frodo said. Quickly pushing the blame off himself. This caused everyone to erupt with laughter.

"All right all right! Lets go eat." Bilbo said. Then he turned to Fili, "And no walking on my table this time!" Fili only laughed.

Soon they were all laughing and talking. Every once and a while, a piece of food would be thrown, but no food fights had broken out yet. Frodo was kinda glad too. He was sitting in between his Uncle, and Fili. He was talking to Fili about adventures, and the Lonely Mountain, and Rivendell. So he was glad no food fights interrupted them.

Then Fili was called by someone else, so Frodo assessed the warriors, starting with Fili, 'Even though his back is injured, he never slouches. Guess its part of being a prince.' Then Frodo thought of the coat he was wearing when he had first come in, 'His coat is probably covered in weapons. Always at the ready. That's a good quality for a warrior I think.' Frodo looked up at his bright golden hair, 'I have a feeling that he would be the type of person to get very cross with you if you were to pull out one of his braids. Maybe I could get Nori to try.' Frodo smiled.

Then Frodo turned his attention to the younger warrior, 'I bet he got in trouble a lot when he was a kid.' Frodo could feel the sense of recklessness given off by Kili, 'Mister Bofur was right when he said undying energy! I have a feeling he is the life of the party at home too. But he probably doesn't have to be a Kingly as his brother. I guess that explains the bow, wild hair, and short beard.'

"Oi! Ori!" Fili called out, I thought you'd be sporting more of a beard now!"

Dori, always protecting, jabbed back, "Well at least he has more than your brother!"

Everyone laughed. "I'm actually surprised Kili grew a beard at all!" Bilbo called out. "At least now he looks like his Uncle did!" It was true, Kili now had what Thorin once did. Or something similar.

"Oi! Can we not make fun of my facial hair?" Kili called out.

"Why?" Bofur said, "Are ya afraid it will get offended and shrink back up again." Everyone erupted into laughter again.

That was how the night continued…for a little while at least.

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Thanks to Moose for the Mister Boggins joke. Much better than what I came up with. I am super excited for this next chapter here! If you have lost count, there is only twelve Dwarves at Bag-End right now. So stick around to meet thirteen. I would love to hear your thoughts on this story. Thanks for reading, BYIE!