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
