All the years I was away from the Shire, Trotter was usually by my side through deadly scrapes and times of celebration. Life without him in it is hard to conceive of. My mother had just acknowledged me her son, and we started to enjoy each others company for the first time in my life, and now she's gone too. And though our time together was short, the times I spent with Hamilcar were among the sweetest moments of my life. How am I to go on?
But today is the hand-fasting day of my dear friends Merry and Erchi, so I'm putting on the best smile I've learned to fabricate in my years of political work. I arrived at Gamgee Hall this morning with little Chomsky-Sauron, who I was able to rescue from Sauron, and my Grandmum Mirabella. Knowing I have to watch Chomsky and little Bilbo this week is all that is keeping me going, really. But Grandmum's keeping an eye on them this afternoon for me. The champagne is plentiful and I 've had quite a bit already. And the crowd is not helping my spirits. So I've found a nice spot in the garden to lie me down on, sip my wine, watch the clouds change shape, and try not to think about anything at all.