Barleywick

It has been quite some time since I last wrote here. Quite against my original intentions, I simply abandoned my journal – something I now regret – during my pursuing of the completion of my book on the Dwarf-folk. A guide for other Hobbits on identifying and communicating with the strange Eastern traders and travellers.

To:

Mr. Brablo Boffin

Boffin's Burrow

6th Brookbank

Yesterday, in the evening, I was at Mr. Brablo’s library.
Upon arriving, I was actually quite shocked: I found him sitting down in his chair, sleeping. Waking up, it seemed as though he had slept since noon, or so, but I did not say much on the matter: his sleeping habits are his own, of course.

It was yesterday that I had visited Mr. Brablo’s home.
His burrow was grand, and every piece of furnishing inside seemed to bring the other pieces together: paintings, sculptures, and maps. Several bookshelves lined the walls, also, which sparked a great deal of joy in me – I was standing in the burrow of an author that I admire, and everywhere his books were.

My home in Barleywick is quite something: the locals are already questioning my odd habits, I do believe. Though I have yet to swim, or boat – for which I fear I shall receive a great many stares.