Breakfast was nearly finished when Nori walked in. He was just standing in the door way looking for the Hobbit. But he was also holding on to a braid that needed a clasp to be finished.

"What took you so long?" Dori asked his brother.

"Well I had to gather all my clasps from the floor after a certain Hobbit boy un-did all of them." Nori replied looking at Frodo.

"Frodo Baggins!" Bilbo said, putting his hands on his hips and looking down at his nephew.

"You told me to wake them up!" Frodo said in his defense. "And now, all of them are up!"

"And extremely late for breakfast, thanks to you!" Bilbo said again.

"Ah, pay it no mind Bilbo." Said Dori, "Its what he gets for being late to the table."

"Did he jump on you?" Kili asked , finishing his fourth plate and considering a fifth.

"He what?!" Bilbo asked, shocked at Frodo's new behavior. Frodo was normally such a lovely, sweet, innocent little boy. Now he was throwing plates, and stealing hats, and apparently jumping on people to wake them up.

"Yeah. Scared the livin daylights out of us." Kili continued. "Completely out of no where! I'll tell you what though, he has great aim with a pillow." Everyone laughed at the thought of Frodo beating the Princes of Erebor, the greatest Dwarvish kingdom, with pillows.

"But where is my last clasp?" Nori called out. He had been completely forgotten.

"Oh!" Frodo searched himself for the clasp. He thought he had dropped all of them when he ran out of the room. But he was wrong. In his pocket he found a sliver little clasp. "Here ya go." he said handing it back to Nori, "Sorry bout that."

Nori finished his braid and sat down at the table, and they all fell into conversation again. But, eventually, breakfast came to an end. Bilbo decided that as payment for the brutal awakening he gave the Dwarves, he had to help wash up.

As they were washing up Bilbo called for the plate next to Frodo. When Frodo didn't hand him the plate, Bilbo looked over to see Frodo starring down at his ankle again.

"Frodo!?" Bilbo called again. Frodo looked up. "What is so fascinating about my ankle all of a sudden? It's the same as it was before the Dwarves got here. So spit it out." Frodo looked like he had something to say, but words left him. Bilbo bent down to his nephew's level and looked him in the eye, "Frodo, you know you can ask any question."

Finally, Frodo found his voice. "Did you hurt ankle on the trip?" Bilbo was truly shocked that this was the question. "Ori read me some of his journal entries last night, and one of them was the day you broke your ankle."

"Well…" Bilbo finally answered, "Yes. I did break my ankle on the Journey."

"Why didn't you say so?"

Bilbo laughed, "Because it was not a very nice thing to have happen. It hurt, and was not fun to try to walk with. Now why would you want to hear about that?"

Frodo thought for a minute. It probably wouldn't have made the best of bed time stories. It wouldn't be as nearly as interesting as a story about Smaug, but he could have elaborated a little on it. But elaboration and all, it still wouldn't have been the best story to have floating in his head as he fell to sleep.

"Yeah…I guess you're right, Uncle." Frodo said.

"Yes, I am." Bilbo said standing again. "Now will you please hand me that plate?"

A while later, all the dishes where clean, but Frodo knew that lunch was not far off again. So the dishes would need to be done…again. But lunch, or the dishes weren't the thought that consumed Frodo at the moment. He knew that after lunch, the Dwarves would most likely leave, and that was a terrible thought. 'Couldn't they just stay for a little longer?' he thought to himself. 'We could restock the pantry again.' But his earlier attempts at bargaining with Bilbo only ended in defeat.

"It is not up to me how long or short the Dwarves stay. It is up to Thorin, so if you want them to stay longer, ask him." Bilbo had said.

But Frodo knew that one dose not simply ask the King of Erebor for more time. To Frodo, that felt like asking a giant to shrink and expecting it to do so then. The more Frodo thought about it, the more he tried to convince himself that Thorin was kind, and wouldn't be upset if he asked. Maybe if he asked, he could find out why they had to leave in such a hurry. He made up his mind. He would ask Thorin if they could stay longer.

Frodo built up the courage as he walked into the room. Thorin was sitting in the chair across from Bilbo. He was smiling and laughing. He looked mighty jolly when he did that, almost like the picture Bilbo would put up of Father Christmas in winter. Perhaps asking him wouldn't be all that hard.

When Thorin caught sight of Frodo standing, looking at him, he extended an arm as invitation for a seat. Of in which, Frodo happily excepted. For a long time, Frodo forgot all about the asking Thorin to stay longer. Instead he got lost in the conversation. The talk about everything and anything. About Fili and Kili when they were younger, Bilbo on the first few days of the Journey, the Troll fight, and even how Bilbo saved Thorin's life on Ravenhill.

However, that all came to an end when Bombur said lunch was done. Frodo hadn't even noticed he had started cooking. This took him off guard, when he realized that he was running thin on time ever so quickly.

When the Dwarves started walking into the dining hall, Frodo stopped Thorin, "Um…can I…can I ask you something?" Frodo asked quietly.

Thorin bowed his head and walked back into the sitting room and took up his seat again. It was if he never moved. "What is it that you would like to ask me, Frodo?" Thorin asked.

"Umm…" Frodo began, swaying back and forth on his feet in nervousness. "Are you leaving after lunch?"

"Soon after, yes." Thorin responded, knowing where this was going. He could just see it in Frodo's little eyes.

"Do you have to leave right after? Couldn't you…stay a little longer…?" Frodo braced for the let down. He could feel it coming.

Thorin smiled and lifted Frodo onto his lap again, "My young Master Baggins, I would love to stay for longer, and am greatly upset that we have to leave so soon, but a celebration must be attended at the Iron Hills. It would be bad form if the Dwarves of Erebor were late, or in weren't there at all."

Frodo bowed his head. As expected, the let down. "Well…can you at least come back on your way home?" Frodo asked.

Thorin smiled his great big smile again, "I do believe I could manage that. Although I do imagine I would have to run it past your uncle."

Frodo was very excited again, they might not be able to stay much longer, but it wouldn't be the last he would see of them! "I don't think he would mind at all! Not one bit!"

"Well, why don't we go ask him. Perhaps we could also see if lunch is still there for us." Thorin smiled.

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Well…you all probably hate me. Not only do I take forever, but I post something that isn't all to good. Sorry. Let me explain myself. I've been sitting on this writers block for a while now, due to not being in a cute, fluffy mood (only time I can write anything good for this story). I've kinda been in a stressed, worried mood thanks to finishing tenth grade on a very short time limit. So if you think this sucked, that's why. But I had to write to overcome the block. But it would still be lovely of you if you left me a review. Thanks a bunch.

Sorry again.

BIYE

….oh…side note. Me and my friend MooseTalk made a collab page together called MouseyMoose. Its why I'm now MouseTalk. So if you would like to see stories we have written together, and things of the like (including the updated version of A Hobbit and an Elf), you should totally check that page out.

Mouse.