Dear Frodo,
I know this seems ridicules, consider we speak all the time now that you are living here. But I felt like writing, yet nothing came into my head for the book, so I am writing you a letter. Forgive your old Uncle for his eccentrics.
Fall has seemed to come earlier this year. Rather nice compared to the hot summer we had. The trees are turning interesting colors, very pretty, and a nice change. We shall have to take a walk sometime together.
I keep thinking about the party. Especially Lobelia's face, and her actions afterwards. You never did tell me what she said to you, or why she slapped you, though you seemed to enjoy it. Though irritating her is enjoyable, considering she an irritating woman. Too full of herself if you get my meaning.
I noticed that you danced with Daisy and then with May. They got you, didn't they, my boy?! You know, I rather enjoyed the look on your face. You enjoyed it, and don't deny it. Though that interesting look of terror on your face when a group of girls crowded you for a dance was entertaining. Have you a fancy for one yet?
Dear little Samwise, he practically was your little shadow all evening. But then again, so was Merry for that matter. The only time I saw them away from you was when you had, how should I say this, girl problems. Yet they someone got into your room as well. Merry really must want you to return home with him, as he was packing your stuff up as Samwise was putting it back. Those two are rather interesting, and amusing at that. Seems like neither of them wish to give you up.
I hope you are getting used to things around here, dear nephew. I know you must be slightly homesick, but I hope you shall come to think Bag End as home as well.
As it is very late at night, and an old hobbit needs his rest, I shall slipped this under your door and go to bed.
Goodnight,
Your Uncle Bilbo
I know this seems ridicules, consider we speak all the time now that you are living here. But I felt like writing, yet nothing came into my head for the book, so I am writing you a letter. Forgive your old Uncle for his eccentrics.
Fall has seemed to come earlier this year. Rather nice compared to the hot summer we had. The trees are turning interesting colors, very pretty, and a nice change. We shall have to take a walk sometime together.
I keep thinking about the party. Especially Lobelia's face, and her actions afterwards. You never did tell me what she said to you, or why she slapped you, though you seemed to enjoy it. Though irritating her is enjoyable, considering she an irritating woman. Too full of herself if you get my meaning.
I noticed that you danced with Daisy and then with May. They got you, didn't they, my boy?! You know, I rather enjoyed the look on your face. You enjoyed it, and don't deny it. Though that interesting look of terror on your face when a group of girls crowded you for a dance was entertaining. Have you a fancy for one yet?
Dear little Samwise, he practically was your little shadow all evening. But then again, so was Merry for that matter. The only time I saw them away from you was when you had, how should I say this, girl problems. Yet they someone got into your room as well. Merry really must want you to return home with him, as he was packing your stuff up as Samwise was putting it back. Those two are rather interesting, and amusing at that. Seems like neither of them wish to give you up.
I hope you are getting used to things around here, dear nephew. I know you must be slightly homesick, but I hope you shall come to think Bag End as home as well.
As it is very late at night, and an old hobbit needs his rest, I shall slipped this under your door and go to bed.
Goodnight,
Your Uncle Bilbo
