My Deepest Darkest Secret

Clothes and papers everywhere. I don't remember where they all go. If they ever had a place to go, that is. This is why I never let visitors in here. The last time Sam came in here, he was all "Mister Frodo! What a mess! You really should get it cleaned up!"

The thing is, I can't.

There's not enough closets and shelves. There are plenty here in Bag End, but Bilbo's filled them all up with who-knows-what. He won't let me in them at all.

Lately, I've noticed something strange under my bed. It moves around at night; it must be a dragon, or a cave troll. Sam says it's probrably a mouse. Bet he would'nt say the same if he had a dragon shoved under his bed.