He was there again. Back in the dark room with the cold floor under his feet again. The darkness was even thicker than normal, and the fear pulsed through him. He knew what was coming next. He knew the red light of the dragon's eye would hear his call and find him. So, instead of fighting the impulse that eventually would just come, he said it himself.

"Uncle!" he cried out. A plea for someone, anyone to find him. For someone to save him from the dragon sitting behind him.

He felt the light crawl up his back as the eye opened. But this time he didn't wake up. He didn't move. He just stood there, looking around at the room he could finally see. It was a room with green walls. It looked like marble. He looked to his feet to see jewels and gold casually laying there. But his thoughts were pulled from the surroundings as the light began to move around.

Fear surged through him again, but he still didn't wake up. Instead he cried out again, "Well if your gonna do somein', do it!" He had no clue what overcame him to say that. Maybe it was the knowledge that it was all a dream, but even that was unsure. Was it really? Dreams were like that, dreams and reality in one. So blurred.

Nothing happened. All Frodo wished for right now was his Uncle. His Uncles arms to wrap around him and tell him it was okay. That it was all just a dream. That there was nothing to be afraid of. But the light just bounced around, swaying back and forth. 'What is he doing?' Frodo thought to himself. The dragon must be looking very funny if he was still making the light. Wait…was the dragon-Smaug- still making the light?

The more Frodo looked at the light, the more it stopped looking red and angry. It began to turn a yellow. A happy glow that looked warm, like Bag-End's lights. The swaying back and forth began to look like a lantern being walked with-no-jogged with more like. But as much as wanted to turn around and see the light, he still felt the fear overwhelming his heart. If it wasn't the dragon, who was coming to get him? Images of nasty orcs he had seen in his Uncle's book flashed through his mind. Frodo clamped his eyes shut, trying his hardest to wake up. But his mind was eased by a voice.

"Frodo?" the voice asked. The voice that was soft and smooth. Warm and inviting. Familiar and well known. It was Bilbo. Of course it was. Uncle Bilbo always saved him from his nightmares, so this was nothing new.

"Uncle!" Frodo turned, finally able to move, and ran up a small hill of gold and assorted jewels to reach his Uncle. There he found the hug he was looking for.

When he pulled back, Bilbo was smiling down at him, "Welcome to Erebor, Frodo Baggins." He said, totally shocking Frodo.

Frodo finally looked around to see where they were standing. He saw seas of precious things, all in walls of green stone. Beauty beyond belief. But what made Frodo the happiest was to look down the hill of gold to see thirteen Dwarves smiling at him.

"Hello Young Master Boggins." Kili smiled and laughed.

"Didn't think you would make it." Fili also laughed. Frodo just realized now that both were standing straight with ease and no assistance. Kili's strange breathing pattern was gone, as well as Fili's need of a cane. They looked younger, brighter, and stronger. But they weren't dressed as princes, instead as warriors and travelers. Kili wearing brown and green, where as Fili was adorned with brown and fur.

"Of course he would come! The lad said he would!" Bofur gently punched Fili. Even Bofur, Bombur, and Bifur looked different. Not just in clothing or grayness of beards, but youth. Bofur's hat was cleaner, Boumber's beard was neater, and Bifur's axe wasn't chipping away that much.

"And we can't forget who got him here!" Dori nodded to Bilbo.

"And we can't forget who told him the tales to convince him to come!" Ori said, timidly, but proud all the same. Which was followed by Nori's laugh. They, like the others, looked younger but still as cheery. Nori's hair was perfect as ever, defying the laws of nature. Dori's red coat he wore was even more red and whole than when Frodo had seen it. It looked like it was in its original form. And Ori was holding his book of tales upon tales, the pages of the book seemed to be less bent and folded and the cover was in better shape.

"But what does it matter. Lets' just enjoy the fact that the lad is here now." Balin said with the approving grunt of his brother. Balin's beard was defiantly a few inches shorter, and the wrinkles were not so out coming. His eyes were brimming with energy, even at a old age…for a Dwarf at least. And Dwalin's hair wasn't beginning to gray round the edges. He looked even more threatening, but that didn't sway Frodo, he knew how much of a teddy bear Dwalin could be.

"And Erebor will be a merry, merry place because of it." Thorin cut in. His smile as bright and jolly as ever, with fewer troubles, but at the same time even more. The silver streaks in his hair were thin but there. He was not wearing the fine clothes of a king, but instead, that similar to what Fili and Kili were wearing. Travel worn, but warrior-like.

"We're really here?" Frodo looked to his Uncle and asked.

"Of course we're really here." Bilbo laughed.

"And we can stay?" He asked again.

"Yes Frodo." Bilbo laughed, "We can stay."

The rest of the dream was filled with joy and happiness. Turning this nightmare into the best dream he would ever have. And later, when he described what he had seen to Bilbo, Bilbo had said that Frodo was not far from what things really looked like.

"You must really enjoy my stories," He had said, "Because that is exactly what they all looked like when I first met them."

Later that day, Merry and Pippin came to visit, so Frodo and Sam went out with them to play.

"So what are we gonna play today?" Pippin asked.

"We could roll down the party hill again." Merry offered.

Sam scoffed saying, "You mean shove Sam down the hill? No thanks. I didn't like that game very much."

"Well then what are we gonna do?" Merry complained.

Then Frodo hopped up from his seat and ran back into Bag-End. A little while later he came back out to his friends.

"Whats wrong? Didja forget your biscuits were cooking?" Pippin joked.

"Nope. I thought of a game." Said Frodo.

"Oh?" Merry questioned, "And are you going to share what this game is?"

"Well," he began, "it's a game I heard of through a friend. Its called Horde hunt."

The End.

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Howdy everyone. I am going on vacation soon, so I made it my mission to finish this story before I left. Hence the lack of three year wait. . So yeah, I guess this is the end of it all. All the troubles that popped up during this were of no shortage, so I'm honestly glad its over. With that being said, I loved this story. I loved it with a passion. It was a much better coming of fluff than my last go… If you want to know what I'm talking about go look at my story call Not just a snowball, or whatever I creatively named it.

Speaking of which, for those of you who might have looked at my other stories, first of all thanks. Second of all, I will be finishing those that aren't finished. All of the storied I started will be completed. Some people call it perserverance, I call it stubbornness. Same thing. So even if I start something that not as many people as this like, it will be finished…eventually.

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~Mouse.