Frodo and Merry One-Shots

Rock Me Gently, Rock Me Slowly

It was a quiet evening. The halls in Bag End were dimly lit by sconces that were lined up in every hallway. I was sitting in Bilbo's old rocker in the living room. I was in a deep, deep sleep.
The fire from the fireplace crackled and popped. All of a sudden, Frodo had wandered into the room. He stopped and stared at me, with a wide smile upon his face. Frodo walked over towards me. "Oh, dear. You're all fast asleep." he said, in a soft spoken voice. His sparkling baby blue eyes lit up like fireworks.
Frodo had snatched a warm, cotton blanket that was dangling upon the edge of the living room couch and wrapped it around me, snugly. He walked behind the chair and clutched onto the top of it. Frodo began to rock me back in forth in a slow, swaying motion. I could hear him hum an old hobbit lullaby. All of a sudden, I slowly opened up my eyes and looked up at Frodo. My eyes were like giant saucers. "F...Frodo? What are you..." "Shhh." lulled Frodo. "Go back to sleep, now." "Alright." I yawned. I shut my eyes and fell back asleep. "Shhh." Frodo soothed again.