#baggins
“But Lobelia was not so easily got rid of. A little later Frodo came out of the study to see how things were going on and found her still about the place, investigating nooks and corners and tapping the floors. He escorted her firmly off the premises, after he had relieved her of several small (but rather valuable) articles that had somehow fallen inside her umbrella. Her face looked as if she was in the throes of thinking out a really crushing parting remark; but all she found to say, turning round on the step, was:
‘You’ll live to regret it, young fellow! Why didn’t you go too? You don’t belong here; you’re no Baggins–you–you’re a Brandybuck!’
'Did you hear that, Merry? That was an insult, if you like,’ said Frodo as he shut the door on her.
'It was a compliment,’ said Merry Brandybuck, 'and so, of course, not true.’”
—J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, “A Long-expected Party”
Thorin returning home from Erebor: Umm, whatcha got there?
Bilbo: Meet our new son, Frodo.
Frodo stood in Thorin’s oversized armour with a pan on his head and wooden sword in hand.
Is anyone going to write this fic??