Tolkien missed his child and said that war was an utter imbecilic waste – substantially, ethically, and profoundly. Continuously was (regardless of the artists) and dependably will be (notwithstanding the advocates), however in 30 years few will have the immediate experience that goes to the heart. At times Tolkien felt shocked at the aggregate of human hopelessness at the present minute. Were it noticeable the planet would be concealed in a thick dull vapor.
In spite of the fact that the results of overall anguish would be essentially malevolent (generally considered) there was a worth in all things and deeds. Abhorrence vainly toiled with endless force and never-ending achievement, which arranged soil for startling great to grow in. In spite of the fact that we required all human mettle and religious confidence to face the shrewd we could at present implore and trust. Tolkien called Christopher a unique blessing and was sure that there was no limit to their affection.
Tolkien had as of late been excessively drained, making it impossible to go to the Lewis "séance". He wanted to see him the following day and read a greater amount of "the Ring", which had been developing and growing. He recorded the most recent undertakings of Frodo and Sam: Going through Sarn Gebir, descending the bluff, taming Gollum, crossing the Dead Marshes, and touching base at the principle doors. That being obstructed they headed towards Minas Morgul (In the original letter, the word "Minas Morghul" is used) and Cirith Ungol. (In the original letter, the word "Kirith Ungol" is used) Ithilien was beautiful, there was fret over stewed rabbits, they were caught by Gondorians, and saw them ambushing a Swerting armed force. An elephant of ancient size is free and Sam has his deep rooted wish of seeing an Oliphaunt. In the forthcoming next part they reach Cirith Ungol and Frodo gets got. Tolkien then incorporated the entire sonnet "Oliphaunt" in the letter. Sam treats Gollum like Ariel treats Caliban.
Tolkien noticed that it was spring however criticized the thunder and uproar of commotion of all the "diabolical burning" motors. Mankind, he said, and considerably more, designers, were both nitwitted and malignant generally speaking. He felt the dubiousness of correspondence by feeble bits of paper and wished it could be composed in Runes past the Craft of Celebrimbor of Hollin to fill Christopher with dreams. Tolkien had first started to compose the History of the Gnomes (The History of the Gnomes was an early title of The Silmarillion) in armed force cabins and now his child was in the same jail.