The Diary of Aragorn Chapter 15

by My Violet World

sorry this was very late- but this isnt cheese. this is a person that has known cheese for 10 years and can say cheese has forgotten this site. i am trying to write how cheese would have written so bear with me. this isnt exactly postmortem though.

April 2, 3019

What do you do when you run out of pages in a diary?

You condense everything into one entry.

Frodo and Sam woke up last evening. It was good to have some proper hobbit feeling around this place again, though I am not a hobbit –lover. Oh, and this morning I was also crowned king of Gondor if that matters. I suppose I gave some awesome speech about the honor it was to be king that I don't remember. Gandalf put the crown on my head and I stood up and everyone bowed to me. All I could think of was "finally." Then the hobbits tried to bow to me (as they should, I'm bigger) and I said something like "My friends, you bow to no one." You don't know how hard it was to bow to 3 foot 6 midgetlings. And then, out of nowhere, Arwen shows up! When I start kissing her (with church bells ringing into the distance) I swear Elrond is trying to bore holes in to my skull with his eyes. You don't know how great it is to be sitting on my throne and writing this with Arwen "sneakily" reading over my shoulder.

I started writing this as Aragorn the Ranger.

I end this as King Elesar of Gondor.

And so, thus it (truly) was: the Fourth Age of Middle-Earth began; and the Fellowship of the Ring, eternally bound by friendship and love, was ended.

And also, more importantly this diary was ended.