"How about a different story this time?" Bilbo asked.
"No!" Pippin squeaked. "Dragons! I want to hear about the dragon in the mountain!"
Bilbo shared a look with Frodo, on whose lap the five-year-old boy was cuddled. Frodo just smiled and shrugged. There was no debating with the little imp when he set his mind to something.
"Let's hear a different story for a change," Merry sighed in a sleepy voice, sprawled out on the floor at Frodo's feet. He reached up and tugged at Pippin's toes.
"No!" Pippin said defiantly, drawing his feet up and crossing his arms. "Dragons!"
