A/N: This story was started in 2008, the summer after my 7th grade year. For that reason, the writing in the first few chapters are not up to my normal standards and are almost like a different person wrote them. However, they do set the story and I would hate to remove all the work my past self did. This was my first story, ever. So enjoy the hilarity at the beginning and I hope the awful writing doesn't scare you off.
September 22, 3001: Attended Bilbo's huge birthday party. I provided fireworks, which the mischievous pair got into. I also helped Bilbo leave the ring for Frodo; suspicions brewing about the ring.
September 23: I left to go look up info regarding the One Ring. Best place to look is in Gondor. Pity there's still a Steward ruling.
September 24: I stayed all night searching for info. Now I must go find Aragorn. Something is not right.
October 5: Aragorn and I are now in the marshes following in the footsteps of Gollum. We decided that he was the previous owner of the ring. We need to find out what he knows. No time to waste.
December 1: Checking back in on Frodo. I'm going to have to leave the journal here because I can't carry it in the wild. I'll make mental notes instead. This might take a while, as Gollum's a tricky creature. I have to make sure Frodo doesn't find it though…maybe somewhere up high…
February 20, 3009: Finally found Aragorn again. It's always easier with company. Unfortunately, his mother died last year. Aragorn said that as he was passing through Rohan, he noticed some change is coming over Théoden. I am very scared now. We do not need a country being ruled by Sauron. I don't know how he's doing it but it's not good. Mayhap I should visit Saruman ere next year. We need to talk strategy.
Next eight years: We chased Gollum over the Wilderland and the Mountains of Shadow, through shadow and flame, through cold and through…OK, that's a bit of a stretch. First ones were true though.
August 21, 3017: We found out that Gollum has been brought into Mordor by the Orcs. It is as I had feared it to be. We start the march back now.
August 24: Back in Gondor I delve deeper into the knowledge of the ring and Isildur's last days. I might know how to find out if Bilbo's ring is the One Ring.
November 21: I really must go talk Théoden into giving me a horse. Then with all speed, I will set out for the Shire.
November 25: I tried to enter Endoras as a beggar but was thrown back with a "NO!" and harsh words.
November 26: Well they got me mad so I told them that it was me then blinded them while I went in.
November 27: I'm convinced Théoden is becoming possessed. Maybe that's how Sauron's doing it. Anyway, Théoden told me 'pick a horse then bug out'. So I picked Shadowfax, then he said only if I can catch her. So I'm on my way to chase down a really fast horse.
April 12, 3018: Shadowfax is finally mine. I caught up to him the 28th but it took a while. I had to train him to come when I whistle. So when he didn't come I had to chase him even more. I think I lost about 20 pounds! Anyways, we finally made it to the Shire. I just thrust Frodo and Sam out on an epic journey. I told them to meet me at the Prancing Pony Inn in Bree. After that we will continue on, to Rivendell. And once there we must hold a council at once. Or maybe after we enjoy Elrond's heavenly beds for a while…
July 10: I went to see Saruman, the White Wizard, about all I have learned. I found out he is now on Sauron's side. That's what happens when you look into the palantir. Idiot. So now I am trapped on top of the tower. For the Valor's sake -*rumble of thunder* - SORRY!
September 18: A tiny hummingbird came and talked with me today. I asked that he would tell the Lord of the Eagles of my plight. We set up a time for him to come. Saruman is due up here to give me a final opportunity to change my mind right before Gwaihir comes. This ought to be interesting.
Later that day: Saruman did come up and try to persuade me. Some rubbish like 'if you don't side with us, you will perish!' I told him he's an ugly, fat, stuck-up fool. I also told him there's still a chance. Then I somersaulted off onto the back of Gwaihir. We are currently flying over the Misty Mountains.
October 18: After recovering, I realized I didn't know how the hobbits were faring. Or for that matter, if they had even reached the borders of the Shire. I did some figuring and assumed they had probably reached Bree yester night. Therefore I decided to meet the hobbits in Rivendell. I got here and discovered Frodo was not here yet, however Arwen is riding out to meet them. She said something about flames, other worlds, and hungry hobbits; whatever that's supposed to mean. As it turns out Frodo and Sam are accompanied by Merry, Pippin, and most importantly, good old Aragorn. I wonder if he ended up finding Gollum. He should tell me tomorrow, and if not I will wring it out of him. I may possibly threaten to tell everyone that he used to think he was going to be an Elf when he grows up. Maybe also tell Arwen that he once made out with Celebrian. They should be here tomorrow. While I wait, I will take advantage of these heavenly beds.
October 20: Frodo is nearly dead. He was stabbed with a Nazgul blade. Holy crap-o-la. I know Aragorn is fed up with the hobbits but it should be good practice for him. He should be here soon—A Elbereth! He was reading over my shoulder! (Now he's giggling.) Sometimes I wish he hadn't lived with the elves so long. (Snickering now.) He is way too stealthy. (Outright laughing now.) But then again that's why he's called the Dunedain. Anyway, I found out the whole story now. Gollum is now in Mirkwood and being held by the elves. I'm extremely proud of Aragorn. (He's finally stopped, and says "Hannon le.")
October 24: Frodo has finally woken and recovered. I am very glad. Of course he made me tell him the whole story of why I was late. So I did. I think I would do anything for him. Well, we are to hold council tomorrow. I must rest up for that. I may be an Istari, but immortals have physical needs too.
October 25: Council was, well, interesting. Gimli, Gloin's son, made a fool of himself by grabbing Nain's axe and tried to split the ring-it broke the axe. I heard him later saying that he will make Nain a new and better one. Good for him. Aragorn also let Elrond announce his ancestry. Boromir, son of Denethor II, was doubtful. Bilbo then recited his poem;
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."
I could tell Aragorn liked it. Then Bilbo told his long and rambling story (I don't think Gloin forgave him yet.) and then Frodo told his reluctantly. Then I had to tell my part. Surprisingly, Aragorn was amazed that I hadn't told him about my going into Mordor. Really, I have to keep some secrets from him! He got back at me though by announcing that it was his idea to search for Gollum. Personally though, I don't care how much he said Gollum's stank bothered him, I don't think it did. He himself doesn't bathe at all. Unless, of course, if he is near where Arwen is at. It was funny, though, watching all the elves stop their ears as I spoke the Black tongue. I didn't want to but still. Getting further in my story though, Aragorn was not surprised that Butterbur was wary of him, but instead was glad (Aragorn always had an odd way of looking at things.) At last I was through and Frodo said he'd take the ring to Mordor. I agree with what Elrond said, he deserved a seat with the great Elf-friends of old like Hador, Húrin, Turin, and even Beren.