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From goofy_gardener1212@hobmail.com
Date: 9/22/05
Time: 6:22 a.m.
Subject Line: When’s the party, Mr. Frodo?
Mr. Frodo, happy birthday! It’s your Sam! I know it’s kinda daft and impersonal to be writin’ you an e-mail greeting fer yer birthday an’ all. There’re reasons fer it tho. I explained better to Mr. Bilbo… his e-mail is still dumplings_and_dragons@erresa.email.org, right? Hope so!
I’m still a bit muddled up with all this new confounded stuff. But it’s been such a WONDERFUL thing to get to chat wit’ ye so much!! Oh Mr. Frodo, how I ached the day you’d gone! But then here was Strider (he hits me if I call him anythin’ but that, total daft bugger he is) with Miss Arwen, all yakkin’ about the new stuff that Gondor got. I almost didn’t buy their idea, until they’d said the Grey Havens had gotten their OWN online stuff too!! They’re workin’ on getting’ tellyphones in, and Miss Arwen SWEARS by this stuff they call “soap operas”. Aragorn didn’t look all that happy wit’ it, but then again he was never fond of soap (much to our dismay, havin’ to be plastered to the man after ridin’ an’ sweatin’… ah, dear). Miz Lobelia’s been buggin’ me after what I been doin’ on that dratted contraption as she calls it. To think I’ve only had it fer a week now and she’d been by nearly everyday since she saw the cow printed box comin’ in.
It’s a bit odd, but, lovely all the same!! I adored bein’ able to chat wit’ ye the other night. Is it really that warm out there right now? Good gravy, it’s been chilled to the bone in the Shire!! So cold and dreary lately. Yer gardens look so sad, but I made sure to be cuttin’ a good lot of them before they all wilted and died out. I’ve pressed them and put them in a special book, like the one you’d given me. Only this book ain’t fer me.
Hmm.
I have to cut this short, since I’ve got a trip at hand as I type. In fact, I’m not even at Bag End right now.
And I ain’t going back there neither.
I know it’s the hobbit custom for givin’ presents, but… can you stand up and look out your window and watch for the ship comin’ in? You’d tole’ me you can see the shores from where ye are. Are there any ships yet? Last night you’d told me you wouldn’t be able to chat wit’ me until yer birthday night. That’s when the next and last ship to the Grey Havens is going to arrive, or so I’ve been told.
Happy Birthday, m’love. Run out to greet me now, if ye please.
Love,
~Your Sam
