Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have. And you’re…


Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have. And you’re right, I often think of Bag End.
I miss my books. And my armchair. And my garden. See, that’s where I belong. That’s home. And that’s
why I came back, cause you don’t have one. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it
back if I can.