Dear Diary,
Remaining in Gondor is unacceptable! I refuse to stay in so dismal a place. I have told Isildur this. My king has promised me that the stay shall not be long, that he will turn the kingdom over to one of his sons and we shall journey north together. He has shared with me plans to venture to Rivendell, telling me of his family there, his wife, a son.
I don't think he understands my desires.
I've no wish to go north. To do so would mean that I am further abandoning Master in his defeat. I must return to him.
I cannot believe that he would believe that such a plan as this may content me. I fear his usefulness may be nearing the end of its course.
I mean, really. Rivendell!
What is he thinking?
I have tried to tell him that I will not go, but he will not be swayed. Curse these humans and their tendency towards such pathetic familial attachments! I have no such ties to my brothers. Certainly, I have developed something of a bond with some of them. I can feel the loyalty of the nine, and their devotion to me, but it not the same as these humans. They respect me, fear me.
They follow because I promise them power.
Isildur tells me of love. He does not know how I scoff at his weakness. He loves me too, of this I am sure. I am dear to him, and he will risk no harm to me. He is foolish. He resists me at all the wrong times.
I tire of his stupid human ways.
I shall be glad to get home to Master once again. He understands how life really works.
A/N: Water apologizes for the delay in getting out the new chapter. Life has been hectic for her lately and she managed to forget all about this until this morning, because Water is honestly kind of a dim bulb. (Don't let on that you know. She'll deny everything.)