The Diary of a Secondary Hero
Aragorn's Story
Dear Diary, This is the account of Aragorn son of Arathorn, this is just the beginning of our journey. My life is in dreads and Boromir is no help to my anguish. He thinks so high and mighty for being son to the steward of Gondor, yet rightfully so I am king to the doomed and dark diminished lands of Gondor. Why did I join this fellowship, why, For a fucking ring. Will I ever get any recognition for this, Frodo has no idea of what I do to protect him. The forces of darkness will consume him and strangle him in a web of doom and despair. Though I have much respect for him I feel helpless and find my self drawn to the ring. Everyday it seems a struggle to survive, I want gollum's precious, Frodo's ring, Bilbo's love. This is just the beginning, Elborthe Githoniel! My people now are in asnguish and now as they rest I sit here and hope for Arwen to be with me. She is the sun and I am here laying and basking in her love. Oh, my dear Arwen, I miss you. Yama Prestiena, do you here me my precious I love you, may I see you again? I miss your soft warm lips caress my own lips. I feel you, please do not listen to Lord Eldrond. Though times are hard I miss you come back to me now. I love you! Frodo now is awake and so is Gandalf I will leave now until peace is restored.
ARAGORN
Dear Diary, This is the account of Aragorn son of Arathorn, this is just the beginning of our journey. My life is in dreads and Boromir is no help to my anguish. He thinks so high and mighty for being son to the steward of Gondor, yet rightfully so I am king to the doomed and dark diminished lands of Gondor. Why did I join this fellowship, why, For a fucking ring. Will I ever get any recognition for this, Frodo has no idea of what I do to protect him. The forces of darkness will consume him and strangle him in a web of doom and despair. Though I have much respect for him I feel helpless and find my self drawn to the ring. Everyday it seems a struggle to survive, I want gollum's precious, Frodo's ring, Bilbo's love. This is just the beginning, Elborthe Githoniel! My people now are in asnguish and now as they rest I sit here and hope for Arwen to be with me. She is the sun and I am here laying and basking in her love. Oh, my dear Arwen, I miss you. Yama Prestiena, do you here me my precious I love you, may I see you again? I miss your soft warm lips caress my own lips. I feel you, please do not listen to Lord Eldrond. Though times are hard I miss you come back to me now. I love you! Frodo now is awake and so is Gandalf I will leave now until peace is restored.
ARAGORN
