7th September, 1389 SR
Old Hamfast began to tidy up a room for Frodo. It will have a window looking east, like mine, a huge bed, like mine, and a fireplace, like mine, with two comfortable chairs in front of it, like mine.
I never realized the sound of hammer and wood saw and chisel and lathe can be so musical.
11th September, 1389 SR
The papers are signed (by seven witnesses in red ink!) and ready and kept hidden in a place not even the cunning Lotho could figure out. A great relief indeed, worthy of a bottle or two of the Old Winyards wine.
Couldn't concentrate on book. Thought of putting it aside until Frodo is finally here. Thought up a song about occasions that required the Old Winyards, considered putting in Lobelia's death, but re-considered and deigned it would be too wicked, even for her.
22nd September, 1389 SR
Our, Frodo's and mine, first official birthday together. It was in Brandy Hall, so not as satisfactory as I wished because obviously Bag End is much more superior for parties, but it would have to suffice for now. Frodo was grinning nonstop and all his cousins looked at him with envious eyes. I saw the jeweled belt around one scowling lad of around eight. It was obviously still too big for him, but after the birthday feast, it fitted better somehow. Amaranth kept pulling me aside and said things like:
"He likes his tea hot, with just a little honey and a lot of milk. But never, never give him raw milk. It gives him an upset stomach."
…and…
"He loves beets, do you have that in your garden? You can pull some up from my garden before you leave."
…and…
"Make sure the sheets on his bed are changed at least once a week."
…and…
"Make sure he stays away from chickens. They give him rashes."
…and…
"Remind him to write to me at least once a month."
Taught the Brandybucks some new songs and we danced in the crowded room, round and round the table. Even Old Rory joined in, hopping on to the table and murdering some prized bowls and plates. I've not had so much fun with birthdays for a long time!