Frodo and Merry One-Shots

Supper Time

It was a late evening. Frodo and I had sat down at opposite ends of the kitchen table. Our plates were covered with delicious food. For our supper, we had a meal that consisted of roast beef, potatoes and herb gravy, bread, carrots, rolls and fresh goat cheese. The cheese was blanketed with fresh mint and herbs. It was delicious.

I took a hold of my fork and knife. I took the sharp edge of the knife and cut a small morsel of the roast beef. When I ate the beef, a smile appeared on my face. "This beef is so savoury! I never knew that Frodo was such a good cook!" I thought to myself.

Frodo had almost finished his plate of food. How could hobbits eat so fast? He had cut himself a piece of the goat cheese that sat on top of a wooden cheeseboard. He also helped himself to another dinner roll, which he spread the cheese upon with his knife.

I grabbed a hold of a tall glass that stood beside my plate, which was filled up all of the way with ice cold water. I took a sip and then set the glass back down on the table.

"How are you enjoying your supper, Brianna?" Frodo asked, politely. The glow from the candlestick that sat upon the wooden kitchen table cast a bright light over Frodo's angelic face. I looked down at my plate and scooped up some potatoes onto my fork. "It's very good." I replied, timidly. Frodo grinned. "I am glad it is to your liking." I grinned back at him. The dimples in my cheeks had appeared.

I cut another piece of my roast beef. After I took a bite out of it, the knife had accidentally slipped out of my hand and fell onto the tile floor. I had never felt so embarrassed. I looked over at Frodo and frowned. "I'm sorry." I said, timidly. "I will pick it up."

Frodo shook his head and grinned. "Not to worry, dear. I will pick it up for you." he insisted. "Are you sure?" Frodo nodded his head again. He got up from his seat and walked over to the knife. Frodo crouched down, picked it up, and set it down gently on the table.

I fixed my gaze on Frodo's hand as he set the knife down. Then, I looked up and stared into Frodo's eyes. They turned a bright shade of blue. Frodo looked back at me. We stared at each other in silence for a few minutes. Dead silence.

Frodo shot me a smile. A sincere smile. A warm, compassionate smile. A loving smile. I didn't quite understand why he was smiling. I nonchalantly gazed at my plate with food still left on it. Frodo quietly took his place beside me and placed his hand on my shoulder. He whispered in my ear. "You don't know how proud I am of you. You are always willing to help. I couldn't be more proud to have a daughter like you, Brianna. I think I made the right decision adopting you."

I was at a loss for words. I couldn't think of anything to say. I nervously smiled at Frodo. "Thank you." I said, in a quiet, timid voice. I crossed my hands together in my lap. Frodo gently rubbed my back in circular motions. "Come, dear. Let us clean up the table and I will bring out a special desert. I made it just for you."

"Is it cake?" I asked, timidly. Frodo shook his head and chuckled. "You will just have to wait and see, Brianna. You'll have to wait and see."