A long, piercing scream could be heard all across Minas Tirith. Aragorn and Faramir were off fighting with Rohan, much to their dismay, so Eowyn, the wife of Faramir, the Steward of Gondor, rushed to her aid. "What is it, My Queen?" she asked urgently.

"I have read the worst of news in my husband's diary," Arwen answered, pale-faced and crying.

"It can't be that bad," Eowyn said soothingly, lightly stroking Arwen's hand, like she often did with her uncle.

"Oh, but it is. My husband had been hitting on a whole bunch of girls before he married me."

"With all due respect, Your Highness, that was BEFORE you were married."

"Oh, but it's terrible! You should see the people he was hitting on!"

"Would you mind reading the list aloud?"

"'These are the people I love: Arwen Undomiel, daughter of Elrond. Though she is my foster sister, I would love to have her as a wife. She is as beautiful as the sunset.'"

"But he just said he loved you!" cried Eowyn, clearly interrupting her.

"'I also love Eowyn, daughter of Eomund.'" Eowyn froze. "' she is yet another beautiful lady, but it is very hard to pick between Arwen and Eowyn in terms of beauty. That is, to any other man. Arwen exceeds Eowyn in beauty by a mile.'" Eowyn's face turned hard.

"That fcking little bstrd!!!" Eowyn rarely cussed. It was only times like this that she did. Arwen continued to weep.

"'There is also Brego, my horse, whose gender I still do not know. I fell in love with it as soon as it kissed me, which was after I tumbled off the cliff. This passionate kiss was what awoke me and kept me alive. This is one thing I desperately need to thank Eomer for.'"

"How idiotic!" Eowyn exclaimed, interrupting Arwen again.

"'Finally, there is Legolas. He only thinks I put my hand on his shoulder to embrace him. Truth to be told, I have had a crush on him ever since I met him.'"

"Disgusting!"

"'I love all these ladies, creatures, and men. They are like my family. In a husband-wife sort of way. Oh how I wish I could be like one of the older kings, who had more than one wife!'" Eowyn was speechless. Even though Aragorn had clearly said he loved all of them, it was still disgusting that he was making out with so many girls, er, creatures, at one time. Arwen's sorrow suddenly changed to anger, as always. "We will get him back for this!" she exclaimed, tears wildly flying out of her eyes.

"Yes, Your Highness, we will."

"From this moment forward," Arwen dangerously started. "Call me Arwen. Not 'My Queen' or 'Your Highness'. Just Arwen."

"OK, Arwen," Eowyn said uncomfortably. "You do realize that we have to contact the others mentioned in this diary entry as well."

"Eowyn… send word for Brego, Legolas and Gimli."

"Gimli, Your Highness-I mean-Arwen?"

"He will be able to give us information that no other man can give. Except maybe Legolas." There was a brief period of silence as Eowyn tried to digest all this information. "Eowyn?" said Arwen, breaking up the silence. "Aragorn, son of Arathorn, must die!"