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HAPPY HOBBIT DAY ↳ NOW ON AO3!

It’s September 22 and I wanted to do something a little special for Hobbit Day! As well as the birthdays of some of my favorite characters. You can find the full piece below as well as on ao3! Enjoy some Parentshield!

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Translation(s) - amrâlimê: my love - mizimith: jewel that is young

“Don’t touch the pan over there, it’s still hot,” Thorin warned, sounding about as parental as possible. It was the warning tone that was used against many youngins in their life. Frodo was a good lad though and he often listened when spoken to. It was a breath of fresh air in comparison to how it had been raising Fili and Kili.

Thorin was focusing on the few sheets of sponge that had been pulled from the oven. He might not have been the best cook in all of Arda, but he did know his way around sweets once in a while. His tongue was poking out the side of his mouth in concentration while laying down a layer of frosting, and then another layer of dark chocolate sponge cake.

Food was praised in the Shire, and if Thorin had it his way he’d likely say it was worshipped to a degree. What better way to ring in a set of birthdays than with a cake? Sure, hobbit customs were different as far as giving and receiving gifts went, but Thorin had gotten over that. This was just as much for him as it was for Bilbo and Frodo.

Thorin certainly liked his sweets.

“When can we have a piece, Uncle Thorin?” Frodo’s big blue eyes stared up towards the concentrating dwarf, looking about as hopeful as ever at the idea of getting to chow down on this grand thing that Thorin had been slaving over all morning.

“Later today, once Bilbo gets back.” It should be done by then, Bilbo had said he would be out a few hours at most, and that was the perfect amount of time to get a surprise cake baked. “What do you think so far?”

A little fauntling finger poked at the frosting-covered sponge before promptly sticking that finger in his mouth. Frodo hummed with delight. “Much better than your last attempt at using the oven.”

Thorin sighed a little, eyes narrowing but knowing that Frodo was correct. Thorin wasn’t the best at cooking, but it would be nice if everyone got over that little fact. He had picked up on some tips and tricks from Bilbo over time, so it wasn’t as if the smial was in grave danger anytime the dwarf tried to cook! Not anymore, at least.

“He’ll like the blue!” Frodo announced as he bounced a bit to try and see over the counter some more. “I like the green.” Frodo was picked up carefully and held at Thorin’s side, allowing the faunt to see the cake a little bit more clearly from his angle.

“Good, because it is for you both, you realize. You share the same birthday and I’d be ashamed to ignore that.” His two favorite fellas celebrating their birthday. Pressing a kiss to the side of Frodo’s head before putting him down, Thorin dusted off his hands and began to pick things up. “Now be sure to wash your hands, I’ll clean things up in here.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice!” Frodo was already getting his hands wiped up and ready to leave a mess of flour and sugar in Thorin’s very capable hands.

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“Uncle Bilbo, what are you doing?” Frodo asked curiously, yet again trying to peer over the counter, but this time he wasn’t staring at any chocolate sponge and frosting.

“Blueberry tarts, they’re one of Thorin’s favorites.”

“Yes, but what for?” The little lad certainly was a curious sort, but Thorin had already slaved away over a cake earlier, and now Bilbo was making tarts? Were they to be having a meal of desserts only? Those bright blues grew wider at that thought. “Uncle Thorin already made a cake-”

“I know, I saw, and it looks wonderful. Have you ever asked Thorin when his birthday is?”

Frodo hadn’t been in Bag End for very long. Drogo and Primula had passed only a few months prior, and so some things were still fairly new to the lad.

“No, do you want me to? He’s napping though, might not appreciate me waking him up.” Both hobbits cast a glance towards the exit of the kitchen. Thorin occasionally fell asleep in the sitting room across that loveseat. It was best to leave a sleeping bear be.

“It’s today as well, my boy.” Bilbo couldn’t help the grin on his face as he replicated what Thorin had done earlier. He lifted Frodo to better gaze at a series of unbaked blueberry tarts. “They look good, don’t they?”

“Mhm!”

But it was at that very moment that something struck Frodo and made his stomach turn in knots as soon as he was placed back on the ground. “Uncle Bilbo?”

“Yes?”

“If Thorin made us a cake, and you made him and me the tarts...I don’t have anything to give either of you!” Frodo’s small hands pressed against his cheeks worriedly, his cheeks flushing something fierce and distress forming in those big blue eyes of his. “...I am a bad hobbit!”

“No, no, no, you most certainly are not.” Bilbo dropped down so that he was at eye level with the small fauntling who was about two heartbeats away from having a meltdown. “You don’t have to get either of us anything, Frodo. You’re still young, it’s not necessary. Just your love is enough, I promise.” Ruffling those dark curls and dabbing a handkerchief beneath Frodo’s eyes, Bilbo was at least a little satisfied that those flushed cheeks had started to dim.

Frodo, despite his anxious little feelings, was determined as all get out now to do something before the day was done. There was still plenty of daylight left for him to conjure up something. It might not be edible, but gifts were gifts, it was the thought that counted.

“Uncle Bilbo, can I go outside and play? I won’t go far.”

“Just be back before sundown, that’s all I ask.”

“Thanks!” And like earlier, Frodo was more than content in leaving a mess behind - after all, he had some gifts to wrangle up.

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Frodo scuffed his heel against the grass he had been walking through, a thoughtful look across his face as he rubbed his hands together. “But what kind of gift could I even give them, Sam? I don’t have money to buy anything…”

“Oh, I don’t know Mister Frodo. Ma might let you take one of her pies if you want!” Samwise offered up cheerfully, sitting in the grass and just watching his friend pace back and forth. Frodo truly looked distressed. “Or you could try making something yourself?”

“Like what?”

“If it were me, I guess...I’d pick something simple. Ma and Pa still have some of my drawings hanging around! What’s something you like to do, Mister Frodo?” Sam was twisting a few blades of grass together, but ultimately his eyes remained on his friend.

It gave Frodo a bit of inspiration. Snapping his fingers and reaching to offer Sam a hand to get to his feet, Frodo had an idea smack him nearly in the face. “That’s it, Sam! I’ve got it, and I need your help.”

“We’re not going through Farmer Maggot’s crops again-”

“No, no, not that. Flowers! Uncle Bilbo loves flowers, and I know Uncle Thorin likes them because he often gives them to Bilbo. That’s what I’m going to get them.” And not just any flowers, some delicately weaved flowers if Frodo had it his way.

“Pa won’t mind if you want to take a few from our garden. He has some colorful blooms still before the cold strikes!” Sam was on his feet and both young fauntlings were as eager as ever to work on Frodo’s surprise gift for his uncles. Sam practically dragged Frodo behind him as they headed towards a familiar smial with a bright yellow door.

Leave it Samwise to come up with the most excellent of ideas - Frodo hoped that never changed.

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“If I eat another bite I may explode,” Thorin declared with a sigh, rubbing at his full stomach and looking as content as content could be.

“So no tarts for you then, hm?” Bilbo teased, a tray of those baked blueberry tarts sitting on top of them. Two eager hands moved and grabbed a tart each - one from Thorin and one from Frodo. “That’s what I thought, and save room for cake.”

Just the very thought of more food almost had Thorin groaning in agony, but he wasn’t going to turn away birthday treats if he could help it. He just might suffer an aching stomach later.

Eating in silence was easy. All three of the birthday boys were so focused on their treats and enjoying them - and the fact that Bilbo was letting them sit out of the dining room and in the sitting room instead? A treat in itself right there!

Frodo had snarfed his way through half a tart before he was hopping up from his seat between Thorin and Bilbo. “Wait!” Setting his plate aside and darting out of the room, he left his uncles to simply exchange worried looks.

“Is he okay?”

“Ah, he was a little upset earlier about this whole birthday thing. We hobbits give gifts as you well know and he didn’t have anything-”

“I do!” Frodo announced as he stood in the entryway, a few loops of flowers in his hands as he wandered back over and started to hand them out. They were small and delicate but weaved to perfection. You’d never guess a little fauntling had managed to tie together such beautiful flower crowns. “You can’t eat them, but if you wear them, it’s a sign to everyone that it’s your birthday.” Which Frodo made up on the spot.

Two more plates were set aside, both Thorin and Bilbo reaching for their designated gifts as Frodo placed one atop his own head, looking proud as ever.

“Frodo, these are wonderful. You did them yourself?” Thorin asked, carefully moving to place the circle of flowers he’d been gifted atop his head.

“Sam helped, but yeah! He helped me pick out the colors and tie the ends together.” Frodo blushed a bit, happy to see his simple gift as being well perceived. Climbing back onto the loveseat between his uncles, Frodo was happy to be wedged between them both, all three of them sporting their flower crowns and eating sugary sweets that were a must on any birthday. “I’m glad you like them. I was worried I wouldn’t have anything to give either of you. I wanted to show you how much I...I appreciate you taking care of me since ma and pa…” Died.

Frodo rubbed at his eyes some but as silence remained around him, the fauntling grew curious. First, he looked to his right at Thorin, who seemed to be looking at Bilbo. Then Frodo looked to his left at Bilbo who was looking at Thorin. The two adults seemed to share a mischievous look, which had Frodo’s cheeks puffing out in annoyance. “What?”

“Should we?” Bilbo asked, sounding a tad on the dramatic side.

“I think we should.” Thorin agreed.

The top of Frodo’s head was suddenly attacked with ruffles and kisses and anything to get him to laugh and squeal and sound as delighted as any youngster should on their birthday. Fingers were poking at him in ticklish spots and the fauntling wheezed in laughter as he scrambled but ultimately found himself locked in one of Thorin’s arms and his belly being poked by Bilbo.

It wore the poor fauntling out to the point of opting to snooze against Thorin, remaining wedged next to Bilbo as well.

This first birthday without Drogo and Primula would have been a lot harder to face had Thorin and Bilbo not cared as much as they did. Frodo would be forever grateful to them and was happy to have them as his guardians.

“Happy birthday, amrâlimê,” Thorin murmured to the side as he ducked his nose into Bilbo’s curls, earning a soft hum in response. Keeping an arm around Frodo as well, Thorin let his eyes sink closed. “Happy birthday, mizimith.”

“Happy birthday, Thorin,” The two hobbits murmured in unison, through the thick of exhaustion, and just opted to remain right where they were in the safety of Thorin’s arms with flower crowns atop their heads.

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