#young frodo

imagine Dori taking care of Frodo for a bit while taking his measurements for a sweater or smth. Bilbo and Nori are in the next room. Dori’s got Frodo standing in a chair after picking him up at putting him there to take said measurements. “Frodo, what’ve you got in your front pocket, dear?”. He asks as he notices a bump in Frodo’s little coat. The faunt smiles and shows him a piece of paper that was stuck onto the pocket labeled, “friend”. Dori feels his heart melt as he realizes Frodo has a designated pocket for his favorite toy. Probably a wood-carved animal toy from Bofur. “That’s very sweet. Can i see your friend?”….his liquidated heart than hits his stomach as Frodo pulls out a common cave mouse from his pocket. Bilbo and Nori hear a shriek from the room next to them. “That’s Dori. Maybe he stuck himself with a needle or something, we should check.” Bilbo says with worry as he and Nori stand to investigate. They enter the room to find a giggling Frodo, holding a mouse in his hands and a very frightened Dori staying in the corner of the room. “BILBO! Your son had a pocket for rodents!” Nori laughs uncontrollably and teases his older brother for his fear of mice while Bilbo “respectfully” holds back a laugh as he scolds Frodo for bringing small animals inside when he has been told not to before. “Oh, no, that’s no outside animal. They live here, in the kingdom. Mice and rodents alike roam the little cracks and corners of caves.” Bilbo’s eyes widen as does his mouth, speechless. “O-…okay than, uhm…new rule, Frodo. No carrying around animals in general, no matter where you find them.”

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Again Bilbo objected; he was starting to feel a little self-conscious about his contrariness, that didn't stop him from speaking up. “Now see here, we requested these rooms specifically to ensure that we would get the sunlight we need. Besides it hardly matters if we'll be leaving in a day or two.” “No!” Frodo shouted, jumping up from his chair. “Dad, they've only just arrived, please! And I still have so much to learn.” He turned to Bilbo with pleading eyes, which quickly hardened with anger, setting his brow in that telltale frown. Bilbo could practically see his heels digging in. “If you want to go back to the Shire, fine! Thorin will keep me safe. I’m not going!” He crossed his arms and stomped his broad foot emphatically. Even after seeing it coming, Bilbo still reeled as if Frodo had reached out and slapped him in the face. His expression shuttered. “We will discuss this. Later.” Frodo sat back down sullenly and took another helping of ham, chewing aggressively. “Dashatimê,” Thorin placed a broad hand on his son’s shoulder. “You must understand that your father’s primary concern is your safety, yes?” Frodo still looked mulish, but nodded. “He will have the final say in this matter, so we must demonstrate to him that you will have the proper protection here, under stone.” The rebellious look was slowly replaced with hope, until Thorin continued, “You are aware of the correct way to address your father. Demonstrate it now.” Frodo rose and shuffled back to his father, pressing his forehead to Bilbo’s sweetly. “I’m sorry, Dad. I spoke with disrespect. I’ll do better.” Bilbo gathered his boy up into a warm hug. These dwarrow certainly did know how to make a production of a simple apology, but it did feel rather nice to be shown such regard.

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Kili to Frodo: Would you like me to do your assignments again?

Meaning of docile: Ready to accept control or instruction; submissive.