My Uncle and Aunt are worried about me. They keep asking what they might do to make my stay more comfortable. Well, they don't have the power to give back what can't be given back.

I wanted them to stop asking. I felt sorry for them. I wanted to give them something useful to do for me. I told them that I should like to have all my parents books brought to the Hall. They gave each other a lingering glance –as if they thought I'd been too much reading as it was. But they did as I wished.

Today I wall spend sorting through this tower of books and decide which ought to stay in my room and which ought to be stored in the Hall's library. They smell of dust and memories. I am looking forward to this task more than I have to anything for a long time.

Frodo