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It was a Sunday morning, 11am and everyone was sleeping. Except for Frodo.
Don’t wonder why; he was the first one to go to sleep the night before.
Fíli and Kíli got a new video game and stayed until unholy hours of the night playing it. Frodo wanted to stay up and watch them play. Uncle Bilbo said no, but he managed to sneak into his cousins room after his uncles put him to sleep. Though he fell asleep past 10pm. Fíli had to carry him back to his room.
And Bilbo and Thorin stayed up late (quietly) doing… adult stuff…if you know what I mean.
When he woke up, there was no smell of food filling his nostrils. Nor his uncle Thorin waking him up with a kiss on the top of his head. Or his cousins tickling him.
He just woke up to silence. He didn't mind, honestly.
He was an only child, so before his parents passing, he when his mummy or daddy where not playing with him, he would play by himself. He was a very calm boy with a wide imagination, he loved books and even would find joy and fun in little things like just looking at the clouds in the sky. So he rarely he would get bored. Bilbo was beyond grateful for his independent play.
The boy got out of bed when his stomach growled. He walked to the kitchen, finding it empty. He didn’t know how to cook, so he walked out and started looking for any signs of life.
He knocked the door of Kíli and Fíli first. No answer.
Opening the door, he saw the two teenagers lying down and snoring in front of the TV. He chuckled silently and closed the door.
Next stop, Bilbo and Thorin’s room.
Again, he knocked but got no answer. As quiet as a mouse, he stepped into the room and saw that his uncles were still both sleeping. Thorin’s loud snores and with all his hair, reminded Frodo of a bear. He chuckled again. His stomach growled again.
He made again his way into the kitchen. He dragged a little wooden step stool (that his Uncle Bofur made him) to the counter, where he reached for a banana.
Eating his banana, he sat down in his room and read some books. After reading, he watched some cartoons on the living room. Then, watched through the window the rain that was falling down from the sky.
12:30pm, and he was still the only one awake.
His stomach growled again and a wave of worry fell upon him.
- Oh no, Smaug! - Said the boy to his red stuffed dragon. - Uncle Bilbo or Uncle Thorin aren’t awake yet so there’s no breakfast. Everyone will be hungry when they wake up.
He looked at Smaug with wide eyes, like expecting for an answer.
You’re right, Smaug. It’s our mission. - Nodded the boy and made his way to his playroom.
Bilbo woke up to the sound of the rain. He stretched his body, opening his eyes, he saw his husband sleeping peacefully on his side. He smiled.
He closed his eyes again, trying to go to sleep again. He rolled to his side and saw the clock on the nightstand.
His eyes went wide when he got aware of the late it was. He kicked Thorin, who groaned in protest.
- Whaaaat? - he asked in a sleepy voice.
- It’s 1pm! We oversleep!
- So?
Bilbo got out of bed, putting some clothes on and walking out of the room. Thorin groaned again but did the same a his husband.
They walked through the quiet hallway, wondering if their nephews were still sleeping.
Thorin opened Kíli and Fíli’s door, both boys still sleeping on the floor.
- Hey you two, wake up!- said Thorin.
- 5 more minutes - protested Fíli.
- You two stayed up late playing video games?
- Until 6:45am - answered Kíli
- Tell me again why we allow them to play video games? - Thorin asked walking into Bilbo’s direction.
- Because it’s the only way we can keep them busy for more than 1 hour without interruption. You already forgot last night?
They both smiled.
- What took you all so long? - cried a small voice.
Both adults turned around and saw Frodo with a frown and his arms crossed.
The teenagers peeked through the door and looked at him too.
Breakfast is ready! - Frodo spoke again before anyone could answer. His frown change into a smile.
Everyone followed to his playroom, where in his little table, five plates were sitting, with random plastic food on them.
- I did it myself - he said with pride.
- Wow Frodo, that food looks delicious! - said Fíli
- Yeah, and I bet it taste better than Thorin’s food. - continued Kíli.
Bilbo snorted.
Frodo assigned each one a chair where they could sit. Of course, they were too big for them and ended up sitting on the floor.
Would you like some more coffee, Uncle Thorin? - asked Frodo.
- Yes, that’d be lovely, Frodo.
And the boy poured more imaginary coffee Thorin’s plastic mug that was extremely small for his big hands.
He happily drank his coffee, even putting his pinky finger up.
Kíli y Fíli snickering all the time meanwhile Bilbo sneakily took pictures with his phone.
Uncle Bilbo! - said the boy crossing his arms again - You’re at the table, please put that phone away and finish your veggies. Or you won’t grow! - scolded Frodo.
Thorin barked a laugh and Bilbo rolled his eyes with a smile on his lips.
Breakfast was amazing and well served but it was almost 2pm and they were hungry for real.