As much as Frodo loved his uncle Bilbo, sometimes he hated him. Bilbo was a wonderful guardian; Frodo had more fond memories with his uncle than he did with his parents, seeing as he could hardly even remember what his mother's face looked like. If it weren't for the photos, and Bilbo's stories of her, Frodo wouldn't remember her at all. Bilbo understood that Frodo would never be his own son, and Frodo loved Bilbo for that.

It wasn't so much of the person Bilbo was that made Frodo dislike him, but more of what Bilbo had done as a career that made Frodo squirm inside. Frodo did not dislike Bilbo for being a successful novelist, writing a very well-known novel about a dragon, some dwarves and a personally made-up creature called a hobbit that Bilbo would always deny was him. Frodo did not dislike Bilbo for becoming the very popular movie director for said novel. Frodo just hated the fact that Bilbo was doing exactly what Frodo wanted to do for a living.

Bilbo fully supported Frodo, paying for his post-secondary schooling, and telling Frodo that he needn't worry about being unsuccessful because Bilbo knew that Frodo would be a wonderful novelist (and if Frodo wasn't, Bilbo's fortune could keep him going, but Bilbo never said that). What Bilbo didn't realize was the shadow that he was casting over his poor, beloved nephew.

Though Frodo took pride in being related to Bilbo, he was thinking of not tell people his real name when they asked. He had made the mistake enough, and every single time it was by a fan of Bilbo who recognized him from the outtakes of the movie, even though it had been years ago when Frodo had his daycare onset of a very popular movie franchise. Every time he was asked, and every time he gave them his real name, the person would always ask, "Can you get Bilbo's autograph for me?"

At which Frodo would reply with, "I'll see," and then would never bother to ask Bilbo for an autographed piece of paper.

The only reason why Frodo was working at the café to begin with was because he was researching for his own books. He felt that personal experience was the only way to be able to write a scene properly, and despite the fact that he didn't need money, he wanted to know the experience of working.

Frodo soon realized that the place he got hired at was not like most places young adults got hired. Frodo enjoyed his job since day one, and he realized that this was an obvious exception to most jobs. But, since he enjoyed the job very much, he didn't want to quit it, especially since some of his friends from his home town were working there too.

The day was busy, as was most when it was a crisp fall day, and Frodo had little break between serving the bustling tables. He had yet to be recognized by some die-hard Bilbo Baggins fan, so his mood had not been destroyed.

Merry was working along with him, picking up as many shifts as the law (prelaw) student could in order to stay alive. Frodo had once offered that Merry take the money he earned from working, but Merry, who had a large sense of pride, denied him. That still did not prevent Frodo from dropping off large tips on the tables that Merry had served when Frodo thought that Merry wasn't looking.

Frodo was serving a table near the door when the bell jangled, and a girl with bushy blonde hair came in. She scanned the café for a couple of seconds, before a smile lit up on her face, and she made for the counter. Frodo walked back behind her, going behind the counter to make the desired drinks for the table he had just served. He could not help but overhear the conversation between Boromir and the girl.

"Oh, hello Eowyn , how are you?"

"I'm well, and before you ask, so is Eomer. Nice place you've got yourself hired here," she commented, "I'll take a chocolate chip muffin."

"No coffee?" Boromir asked.

"I don't have time, I have to go to my co-op in at the vet's," Eowyn told him, "Thanks for offering though. I'll get one next time I come. How's Faramir?"

"He's doing pretty well. He loves his courses," Boromir replied. "That'll be three-fifty."

Frodo had finished making his drinks and had left from behind the counter as Eowyn searched through a small purse to pull out the money. She was out of the café before Frodo returned to the counter.

"Friend of yours?" Frodo asked Boromir as the older man closed the register. Boromir gave Frodo a nod.

"My brother's pining for her. It's pathetic and adorable at the same time," Boromir gave a small chuckle. "Oh crap, my table's calling for more. Could you man the register for a couple of seconds as I handle this?"

"Sure," Frodo replied as Boromir bustled out of the way. Frodo wondered how a man so tall and so broad could even fit behind the register because even he was cramped. He watched as Sam came through the front door, his blonde curls a mess. Frodo smiled at his childhood friend, who gave him a grin back, before he disappeared behind the 'STAFF ONLY' doors to change into his uniform.

Aragorn was muttering under his breath as he came out from the kitchens with a tray of cookies. Frodo thought that he must have been assisting Legolas by taking out the goods that the blonde vegan was mass producing since there were so many customers. Aragorn gave Frodo a nod, though his mind seemed elsewhere, and he seemed to be muttering study notes under his breath.

As Aragorn was putting in the cookies, the bell rang again, and the Regular walked in. Frodo had to smile at his co-worker when he saw that Aragorn's ears had turned red. Aragorn practically dumped the cookies into their respective places, before he rushed back to the kitchen, almost tripping before he got there. Merry, who was currently working the espresso maker, sniggered under his breath as Frodo took Arwen's order.

"Oh, and Frodo-" Arwen was all familiar with their names since she came so often, "Could you give Aragorn this? I hear he has a midterm soon. Tell him I saw good luck."

Frodo took the small present, wrapped up with a small ribbon, and exchanged it with the coffee and the gingersnap cookies Arwen had ordered. Frodo smiled, "Of course, Arwen. Have a nice day."

"You too, Frodo," Arwen smiled back at him, before she turned and left. When Arwen left, Boromir, who had returned to the counter with a large list of food and drink to retrieve, broke down in laughter. Merry was joining him, snorting as the espresso machine gave a small click to symbolize that it was done making the coffee.

Sam looked incredibly confused when he walked out, but then immediately saw the present, and made the connection. "Don't you laugh at them. It's hard to tell the person you like that you like them."

Merry gave a small cough that sounded suspiciously like "Rosie", causing colour to rise up in Sam's face.

"Get back to work," Frodo told them, and Merry gave a small sigh. Frodo gave Boromir back his position behind the register, and then went into the kitchens to give Aragorn his present. When Frodo entered, Legolas was scolding Aragorn.

"If you want her to like you, you actually have to talk to her you know," Legolas was saying as he poured some muffin mix into a pan. Frodo, who had very little love experience, or interest, even had to agree with Legolas.

"Aragorn... she left you a present," Frodo said, watching as Aragorn's face turned red. Frodo handed Aragorn the present, before he turned and left, the smirk incredibly noticeable on his face. He hoped he hadn't looked too smug when handing Aragorn, but then again, Frodo's smugness could not have even gotten close enough to the smug smile on Legolas's face.

When Frodo exited, he was cornered by Boromir, "On a scale of one to ten, how red was Aragorn's face?"

"Over nine thousand," Frodo responded, and Boromir gave a chuckle before he went to go serve the new group of girls that had entered the café. Frodo saw that there were multiple hands raised up in the air, and he sighed. Gandalf really needed to get more employees other than just the nine of them, especially around the time of midterms.

Midterms meant that most of the employees had to study, and it also meant that everybody else on campus took to the café to study. Frodo had no idea how they were supposed to concentrate with the music dimly playing in the background hidden mostly by the constant chatter of the young adults in the room. Frodo liked to be in his dorm room when he studied, alone, quiet and without any distractions. But then again, the coffee was much easier to access here than it would be in the dorms.

Frodo looked at the desperate faces of the students, books piled around them as they attempted to remember what they had learned. Some of them looked as if they hadn't slept in days, and that coffee was the only thing that kept them up. Frodo understood their feelings, unlike Merry who was opposed to any sort of addicting substance, because Frodo relied on coffee to get him up in the morning. He didn't, however, rely on it to keep him up until the next morning.

If there was one thing Frodo was grateful about having Bilbo, a very busy (and famous) novelist and director as an uncle, it was that Bilbo had taught him to manage his time well enough. But Frodo was also grateful that few other people learned how to do that, because if they hadn't, the Fellowship Café would not be as popular as it was today.

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