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Happy Birthday Bilbo and Frodo Baggins! :)


Frodo Baggins sat outside Ron and Hermione Weasley's porch. The fact that he was here, to celebrate his birthday, was beyond him. Yeah, his birthday. The very thought of his birthday reminded him of Bilbo Baggins, who was celebrating his birthday.

Frodo sighed. Would he ever see his uncle again?

"Here," Hermione said, passing to Frodo a hot cup of tea.

Frodo smirked, "Thank you," drinking some of the tea down. He winced from the heat the tea gave off. "It's hot! But good." He smirked, hoping to impress her. It didn't work. He shrugged, "Oh well. It was a good effort anyway."

"What? You're wondering if we are meant to be together," Hermione said, serious.

"Well, I was kind of hoping that. Why did you choose Ron? It could have been us," Frodo said, worriedly.

"Well, it's not. And you're delusional," Hermione said, sharply.

Frodo rolled his eyes, defeated, "Great. Now I'm delusional."

"Oh! I didn't mean anything by it," Hermione said, apologizing.

Frodo shook his head. "No. It's all right. I'm fine."

"Will you? I'm sure there's someone out there for you," Hermione said, pleased.

"Yeah. I hope so," Frodo said, looking at his tea again and drinking it down. He told Hermione, "Well, you and Ron worked things out. It's all good."

"It was always Ron. I'm sorry," Hermione said.

Frodo nodded. "I know. I get it." He gestured towards the house, telling Hermione, "Well, we'd better head inside. I'm sure Harry Potter's going to want to know where we are."

"Right," Hermione said, following Frodo.


Frodo looked inside the house, surprised at how cozy it was. All the brown and green furniture, mixed with the whites and blues, made the house special. He did like the red curtains. They gave this house a sense of warmth.

"Frodo, will you come in here?" Ginny Potter told him, getting Frodo's attention.

"Hmm?" Frodo asked, following Hermione into the kitchen, where a frosted buttermilk cake awaited him. The cake was blue and covered with colorful, frosted flowers.

He smirked, delighted to see the cake and the candles.

"Happy birthday!" Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione said.

Frodo smirked. "Thank you." He could smell the creamy buttermilk frosting on the cake, even as he made a wish and blew out the candles.

As he ate the cake, Frodo knew then it was a fine day to have his birthday. What more could he ask for?


Thanks for reading. :)