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The Diary of the Heir of Isildur,
Aragorn,
Strider,
Elfstone,
Elssar,
Thorongil,
Longshanks,
Wingfoot,
Oh, just forget it.I don't feel like writing the rest of my names.
September 29th 3018
Word came into Rivendell ten days ago that Gandalf wanted me to go to Bree. Nobody there trusts me, however Gandalf mentioned that it was very important and that I would find it very interesting. He asked me to pick up two hobbits. Hobbits! Halflings! Hoblyta! Pheriannath! What are they in the stories of old? They however have the stubbornness of dwarfs, which may turn out to be some good. The food around them however is excellent. I think in the end, there will be some good in knowing hobbits, but for now the reason is hidden to me. So here I am, sitting at a table in the Prancing Pony, observing a group of four weather stained hobbits coming from the Shire. What? That one!! His name is Baggins!! Baggins? As in Bilbo? And by the Valar, he's disappeared! Must go attend to important matters. I shall write again when convenient.
The hobbits are sleeping now.The Nazgul are coming. I managed to win their trust, though I think the hobbit called Sam still mistrusts me. I managed to persuade them to sleep in a different room though. I must stop writing for I don't want the hobbits to find this diary. I want to keep this secret.
I MUST STOP THINKING ABOUT ARWEN!! I have a feeling she's got something up that too-wide sleeve of hers.
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The Diary of the Heir of Isildur,
Aragorn,
Strider,
Elfstone,
Elssar,
Thorongil,
Longshanks,
Wingfoot,
Oh, just forget it.I don't feel like writing the rest of my names.
September 29th 3018
Word came into Rivendell ten days ago that Gandalf wanted me to go to Bree. Nobody there trusts me, however Gandalf mentioned that it was very important and that I would find it very interesting. He asked me to pick up two hobbits. Hobbits! Halflings! Hoblyta! Pheriannath! What are they in the stories of old? They however have the stubbornness of dwarfs, which may turn out to be some good. The food around them however is excellent. I think in the end, there will be some good in knowing hobbits, but for now the reason is hidden to me. So here I am, sitting at a table in the Prancing Pony, observing a group of four weather stained hobbits coming from the Shire. What? That one!! His name is Baggins!! Baggins? As in Bilbo? And by the Valar, he's disappeared! Must go attend to important matters. I shall write again when convenient.
The hobbits are sleeping now.The Nazgul are coming. I managed to win their trust, though I think the hobbit called Sam still mistrusts me. I managed to persuade them to sleep in a different room though. I must stop writing for I don't want the hobbits to find this diary. I want to keep this secret.
I MUST STOP THINKING ABOUT ARWEN!! I have a feeling she's got something up that too-wide sleeve of hers.
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Review. PLEASE!!! I beg you.