Frodo and Merry One-Shots

Breakfast in Bed

"Wake up." Frodo whispered in my ear. "Wake up, sleepyhead." I could feel him brushing my hair back gently. He kissed me on the forehead.

"It's time for breakfast, my lovely."

"But I'm not hungry." I grumbled.

"Of course you are, Brianna, my dear. I will go get your food. I shall not be long."

"What did you make?" I asked.

"You'll see." Frodo smiled.

"It's a surprise. I made it especially for you."

Frodo stepped out of the room to fetch my meal and then he came back a few minutes later, with a large tray.

There were a couple of plates, a bowl, a fork, a knife and spoon, and a glass full of milk. I sat upward in my bed.

Frodo set the tray on my lap and sat down beside me, patting my head. "I've made you some bacon, some hot cakes with butter, some apple slices with strawberry jam, a glass of milk and a bowl of hot oatmeal."

"I don't know if I'm going to be able to eat all of this food." I giggled. "Thank you, Frodo. You're the best."

"Oh, it's no problem at all. Enjoy your breakfast, darling." Frodo grinned. He kissed me on my forehead again and ruffled my hair.