Windy-san and I are ecstatic with the support and the reviews we have been receiving for this fic. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts and hope we can continue to amuse you further.
Windy-san says: "I hadn't expected this story to become so popular and that it's a pleasure to write it."
HELP!: I've done everything I could think of to fix the typo in the title of the reason, but for some reason the 'h' won't stay attached to the rest of the sentence. It is a mistake with the net because in Word it stays just fine. Can any of you provide some help to fix this?
This cahpter is inspired by a suggestion from Aria Breuer. Thanks Aria!
9- #thereisnotwitterinMiddleearth
The days go by in a blur lately. I can't tell yesterday from today, it's like time has fused all the days together and it's just one eternal present. The walking, the battles… it doesn't matter anymore. I'm alone in this big, big world… *sobs* DAAAAMMMMMNNN IIIIITTTT WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!
For the love of God, I need facebook! I need my cellphone, I need internet! Where's a damn router when you need one?! Oh my God, I'm going insane! I hate this place! I miss my microwave and my TV. I wish I had my car with which I would have gladly given these people a ride to Mordor! Everything was so much easier back home, you never truly appreciate the little things when you have them. But, now that I'm in this god forsaken world, it's like I'm dying inside. Last night I lost it and I pretended a rock was my cellphone and started having conversation with myself while I wrote facebook status's on the dirt! With a stick! And then I spent the rest on the night rocking myself back and forth while holding my knees to my chest while muttering "Must find a laptop, must surf the internet, must text, must drive my car, must post on twitter, must see next chapter of Vampire Diaries…" You should have seen the faces of the other guys though, it was actually really funny, but when I came back to my senses I realized that I must've looked pretty damn psychotic.
Back in Rivendell, the elves would scold me, constantly, because I would yell to call someone, or ask for something, or even to yell at Elladan that he left his under garments in my room that one time he sneaked in to do a quick garment change since was late (like always) for an important meeting. But, what do they want me to do? There are no cell phones here, I can't text or call people about it. Do they expect me to come over to every single elf when I need to tell them something? This isn't the 90's anymore! people don't walk anywhere anymore just to talk to someone *rolls eyes* duh.
Thanks again for all who are reading this fic. We do not post on the weekends since everyone is normally out doing stuff, or that is what I've figured since I really rarely go out and I've seen the statistics in the fanfiction net go low on Saturdays and Sundays.
