When they had sung many songs, and talked of many things they had done together, they toasted Bilbo’s birthday, and they drank his health and Frodo’s together according to Frodo’s custom. Then they went out for a sniff of air, and glimpse of the stars...
--“Three is Company”, from The Fellowship of the Ring by JRR Tolkien

Happy Birthday, Bilbo and Frodo! A drabble, for the occasion.

The stars are so bright... I wonder if they’re bright, where they’re going...

Not so bright as in the Shire, I warrant.

Or even in Buckland?

Aw, now, Folco, don’t go stirring yourself into a stew. It has to be, and Pip and Merry’ll keep him out of trouble.

And who’ll keep you out of trouble, I’d like to know?

I’ll be fine, Folco. In the wilds of Buckland, I grant, but safe as smials, Merry tells me. There’s even a lock on the door.

A lock! Wilds, indeed. Take care of yourself, Freddy.

(laugh) Nothing ever happens to me!