One day, Frodo was running around around Bilbos rather comfortable hobbit hole. He was giggling and smiling, peaking at his father's writing. While he was walking over to the nightstand in Bilbos and his husbands room, Thorin, he felt someone gently pick him up and set him in between Bilbo and Thorin, Bilbo seemed to be asleep, and Thorin holding Frodo gently.

Thorin: "..sleep, my bright gem.." He muttered tiredly.

Frodo: "..but I'm not sleepy unlce Thorin!" He whined.