[ He doesn't reply, as if saving his words for what must come soon. Once Spike arrives, he would find that Frodo's literally walled in by piles of books on the table, considering his stature, with a pile of neatly stacked paper on his far left and used quills and ink bottles scattered about. His fingers and shirt are stained from so much writing but he doesn't seem overly tired, only troubled. ]
no subject