While Rosie was bathing little Elanor one evening, Sam went to sit outside on the garden bench, sighing.
Whatever you're doing now, Mister Frodo, I hope you're well and happy, he thought.
Then something caught his eye, a glimmer of dancing light in the yellow rosebushes. Sam sat absolutely still, entranced. Then he heard a soft shimmer of music. And then he heard a very familiar voice. Even then he knew he was not dreaming.
Dear Sam, It is a beautiful evening here, and the sky is full of colored light which I can see reflected on the waves below....