Dear Sam,

I think you'll get to elvish someday, but it is very difficult. I'm halfway through translating the story for you, and it's helped my learning the language very much, as well as knowing I'm doing it for you. You will like it, it has plenty of stories of the Elves, just the kind you like, full of adventures. Uncle Bilbo is the nicest, best hobbit I've ever known (aside from you of course, Sam). If that had happened to me I don't think I'd want to be climbing a tree again soon, either. I know you don't like people making a fuss over you, but they only want your good. I agree with you about the medicine, though. I have a hard time keeping medicine down sometimes, just the smell of most of it makes me feel even sicker. I'll be home as soon as I can, though now that Merry and I aren't as sick as we were we are having a fun time being sick together. I've been reading to him, and Aunt Esme lets us out of bed to play with Merry's toys. We've been having little inside adventures with his stuffed animals, which i think makes up for us missing the adventures Merry had planned for my visit. Though the healers said this fever is spreading around Buckland, and one said she thought it was spreading to other parts of the Shire. Has anyone gotten sick in Hobbiton? I'm sure Ted would send "sympathy and regards." I can just see him being glad you've been hurt. I know it's not nice of me, but sometimes I wish somebody would give bullies like Ted and Lotho Sackville-Baggins a taste of their own medicine. Is there someone there keeping you company while you're stuck in bed? I miss you.

Your friend,

Frodo