Dear Diary,
I no longer smell like horse.
It is something of a relief. I feared that the equine stench had so completely permeated my being that I might never be properly free of it.
As it turns out, a plunge into the the river Anduin does wonders to cleanse away the scent of travel. It was Isildur's idea.
In the mayhem of the night battle he ran. He drew upon my powers and ran like a coward. I promised that I would keep him safe.
I lied.
I called to the orcs, letting Isildur's use of my power mask my summons. They were too caught up in the blood fury to heed my call immediately, and sheer terror does wonders when humans are running for their puny lives. My king ran to the banks of the Anduin and stripped free of his armor.
Even after all this time, his sheer stupidity astounds me.
The amount of trust he put in me was quite hilarious really. His reliance on my powers to protect him was laughable. I would have expected that after having spent so long in the company of each other, Isildur might have understood me a little better. He never expected me to let go, to leave him exposed and unprotected.
Orcs may not have much in the way of brains, but they know an opportunity for a kill when presented with it.
Isildur was too busy trying to catch me again to even notice that they had arrived along the river banks. It was a flawless execution.
My only regret is that one of Isildur's men was instructed to make for Rivendell, and he ran, carrying the shards of the sword which had defeated my master with him. I would have much preferred that those die here, with all these pathetic humans. I fail to see what is so great about an old shattered sword anyway. It is but a broken weapon, useless to all but those who would imagine it into something greater.
I suppose I shall have to settle for merely obtaining my freedom. Once I am picked up, my orcs will take me home where Master is fretting over my loss.
The orcs had best find me soon. This water is cold and I grow weary of calling for them.
A/N: Water is being stupid. She should be spacing these chapters out better. But she's not. Probably she thinks she'll forget to post them again if she puts it off. Which happens with distressing frequency, so she may be onto something there.
In response to the comment that they are short, Water agrees that they are, but she firmly believes that it is better to keep them shorter than make them longer. She also recalls something that ClosetCase said once saying that the humour of EmotionCalledBlood is probably best in small doses.
