by auntimeesh
�I think I�ve made a much better use of the space, Uncle.� Frodo was enjoying himself, but he didn�t want Bilbo to get really upset, so he decided to get things over with. Truthfully, he was a trifle nervous. Well, more than a trifle nervous, really. �You should come look at it, and see what you think.�
Bilbo was visibly trying to stay calm. �Yes, I suppose I should.�
The two hobbits walked down the hall to the study, and Frodo stood aside, allowing Bilbo to enter first. He waited a moment, allowing the older hobbit to take in the changes he�d made before following.
When he entered the room, Bilbo looked at him with sparkling eyes. �So, my lad,� he commented. �You think this is an improvement, do you?� He was trying to sound stern, but Frodo could see hear the laughter that was being suppressed.
�The question is, what do you think?� he responded pertly, feeling much more sure of himself now.
Bilbo looked around the room. Frodo had not touched Bilbo�s desk, but had equipped another small table to function as another desk, for himself. On it, he had placed a thin book that was written in Elvish, a slate and chalk, several sheets of parchment, and a quill and ink bottle.
�What do I think,� mused Bilbo. �Well, for starters, that book is altogether wrong.� Picking it up and returning it to it�s proper place on the bookshelf, Bilbo searched for a moment until he found one that suited him better. �This is the book Elrond gave me, when I left Rivendell to return to the Shire, after my travels. It makes a very good primer. I think you should start with that.�
�So you�ll teach me Elvish?� Frodo asked.
�My dear boy,� Bilbo responded, eyes shining, �nothing would give me greater pleasure.� He cleared his throat before continuing, �But now, we have a party to attend, you and I. I think it is time for us to go greet our guests.�
Heart brimming with love and happiness, Frodo followed Bilbo out of the smial, ready to celebrate his first birthday at Bag End.