Frodo's Diary-Entry One
By Amanda
(Additional notes: In this bit I have written, Frodo starts keeping a secret diary, he names it Harold. Anyway, he slashes many characters so please don't get offended! Anyway, the point of which he starts keeping "Harold" is at the ending of the Fellowship of the Ring, just getting of the river Anduin. Oh, and I do not hate the book, I love the book and ALL of these characters! So please do not let me give you the impression that I hate the Fellowship. ENJOY!)
I am starting to keep a diary (obviously), so diary, I am going to call you Harold. You are officially my best friend since mine have been acting peculiar lately.
*sighs with relief* At last we have come down the river, I was wondering exactly how freaking long it would take to get OUT of that flimsy boat. Oh, and might I say, no offense to the future King of Gondor, but he absolutely smells HORRIBLE! I tried to drown him (only enough so that horrid stick would leave us) but he only laughed at my attempts. Yet when I did splashed him, it made the stink worse. He now smells like wet Orc.
Sam is still following me, and won't leave me ALONE. He says he doesn't want to loose me, but I feel there has to be more to it than that. Boromir is starting to stare hungrily at me, I am wondering exactly what his true motives are. The Ring, but perhaps not.... Yuck... nasty, nasty, nasty.
Anyway, Legolas is putting on his "I am better than all you scum" routine, stupid fairy. I wish HE would've fallen into the huge trench in Moria, not Gandalf. Gandalf was actually USEFUL! But nnoooooo, we've got Royal pretty-boy Elf instead, whose only remarks so far in this whole quest are "I hate dwarves, and I smell something bad to the east Aragorn." (Yet, I don't blame him for the smelling bad thing, he WAS standing next to Aragorn.) I also have a fair suspicion of those two, in Moria I woke in my sleep and gone to my pack for some water, when a truly horrible and metal-scarring sight met my eyes. I saw Future King brushing Prince Fairy's hair, and they were both laughing. *shivers* Must-not-think-of-that.... Well, they are both of royal blood... STOP IT HEAD!
*Shivers again* Anyway, as I am writing this, Boromir's going into staring at me again. If I move my arm to the left, he follows it, if I move to the right... you get the picture. Umm... I'm feeling very uncomfortable right now. He won't stop. Umm, so yeah, I'm really undecided right now as for my position as to ditching everyone and going to Mordor myself, or let the raggety Elf-lover (literally) lead us forward. (How does Arwen think of Aragorn's decision of loving Legolas, must ask next time I see her.) Well, I must get away from my stalker, and that stench is horrible. I go take a breathe of air out in the woods... hopes Boromir won't follow.
Getting more and more paranoid everyday,
Bye Harold,
~Frodo
By Amanda
(Additional notes: In this bit I have written, Frodo starts keeping a secret diary, he names it Harold. Anyway, he slashes many characters so please don't get offended! Anyway, the point of which he starts keeping "Harold" is at the ending of the Fellowship of the Ring, just getting of the river Anduin. Oh, and I do not hate the book, I love the book and ALL of these characters! So please do not let me give you the impression that I hate the Fellowship. ENJOY!)
I am starting to keep a diary (obviously), so diary, I am going to call you Harold. You are officially my best friend since mine have been acting peculiar lately.
*sighs with relief* At last we have come down the river, I was wondering exactly how freaking long it would take to get OUT of that flimsy boat. Oh, and might I say, no offense to the future King of Gondor, but he absolutely smells HORRIBLE! I tried to drown him (only enough so that horrid stick would leave us) but he only laughed at my attempts. Yet when I did splashed him, it made the stink worse. He now smells like wet Orc.
Sam is still following me, and won't leave me ALONE. He says he doesn't want to loose me, but I feel there has to be more to it than that. Boromir is starting to stare hungrily at me, I am wondering exactly what his true motives are. The Ring, but perhaps not.... Yuck... nasty, nasty, nasty.
Anyway, Legolas is putting on his "I am better than all you scum" routine, stupid fairy. I wish HE would've fallen into the huge trench in Moria, not Gandalf. Gandalf was actually USEFUL! But nnoooooo, we've got Royal pretty-boy Elf instead, whose only remarks so far in this whole quest are "I hate dwarves, and I smell something bad to the east Aragorn." (Yet, I don't blame him for the smelling bad thing, he WAS standing next to Aragorn.) I also have a fair suspicion of those two, in Moria I woke in my sleep and gone to my pack for some water, when a truly horrible and metal-scarring sight met my eyes. I saw Future King brushing Prince Fairy's hair, and they were both laughing. *shivers* Must-not-think-of-that.... Well, they are both of royal blood... STOP IT HEAD!
*Shivers again* Anyway, as I am writing this, Boromir's going into staring at me again. If I move my arm to the left, he follows it, if I move to the right... you get the picture. Umm... I'm feeling very uncomfortable right now. He won't stop. Umm, so yeah, I'm really undecided right now as for my position as to ditching everyone and going to Mordor myself, or let the raggety Elf-lover (literally) lead us forward. (How does Arwen think of Aragorn's decision of loving Legolas, must ask next time I see her.) Well, I must get away from my stalker, and that stench is horrible. I go take a breathe of air out in the woods... hopes Boromir won't follow.
Getting more and more paranoid everyday,
Bye Harold,
~Frodo