Sunset After the Storm: Bingo Bolger-Baggins
Finally, it's quiet in the smial and a good time to write. But it's nice to be in a bustling hole, frankly--all the young ones about. It's a relief to see Frodo-lad back safe and sound. Elanorelle made us some scrumptious victuals before she took the express route to Lindon, and there's plenty left. Still, I can't wait to be up and about and out of bed and cooking again, and of some use around here.
I've seen little of Samwise about and I am worried for him. He's so sad without my brother. I miss him too, for that matter. I still don't understand all of what went down, but perhaps Frodo never was really in love with Samwise and had his heart set on Pippin all along. It's hard to believe that someone could leave dear Sam, but I'm biased, I suppose. I can't tell anymore, really.
I'm blessed that Sam does not hold my indiscretion, or rather indiscretions, in Mordor against me. I'm sure it doesn't help his opinion of me though.
I still have yet to tell of my sorry adventures to Trotter, who I owe an explanation when next he visits. Where would I be without him? Oh, and here's that strange green thing that child with the rather strained familial relationships gave me yesterday--it's quite aesthetic as a light paperweight. And it was nice to see Luthien again--I do look forward to going to Tinuviel's bakery for fresh breads again now that it's reopened.
It's too quiet now actually. I wonder where the children are? I hope Frodo-lad is making sure dear Sam get's home safely. It's getting late.