7th October, 1422 SR

Dear Sam,

The pain in my left shoulder returned yesterday, not as severe as last year, but still it weakened me so much that I was loath to leave my bed in the morning.  But I was determined not to be beaten this time and I staggered around the house, pretending nothing was wrong.  But my laughter sounded odd and contrived, my singing voice cracked and broke, and I kept shivering despite the warm air.  I was glad when Gandalf came with Lord Elrond. 

But today I felt fine.  Next year, perhaps I will ask for a sleeping draught and sleep the day away.  I just hope I shall not have shadowy nightmares then.

Frodo Baggins