Thank you to everyone who reviewed the first part, the response was actually quite overwhelming (I was expecting a couple of reviews at most). This part is written as my relief after the Chemistry exam I failed this morning - don't know the results yet, but I got a real sense of foreboding about that thing. Now, on with the fic...

Before I forget (again): I don't own Lord of the Rings, the books are J.R.R. Tolkien's and the film is New Line's and Peter 'I've just made the best film EVER' Jackson's. This means that I don't own Legolas *sulks for a bit over that one*.

January 16th, 3019 - Lothlorien

No. of Orcs killed: still 0, none in Lothlorien; No. of times Gimli looked like idiot: 3, YES!; No. of times Aragorn told me off for being stubborn: 1, still sulking; No. of times Haldir avoided me because of 'hobbit weed incident': lots.

Reached Lorien yesterday, saw river Nimrodel and sang a song about it. Now everyone knows that I CAN sing; it isn't just the hobbits that burst into song when they feel like it. Ooh, thought: if Fellowship fails, can become group of travelling minstrels.

Met up with Haldir again. Wanted to applaud him for giving Gimli such a shock, even if he did sound pretty damn camp when he said that Dwarves breathe so loudly they can be shot in the dark. Noticed that he focussed all his attention on Aragorn rather than me, the only Elf in the Fellowship who not only belongs to his race, speaks his language and has been to Lothlorien before (in the dim and distant past, if such a thing exists for Elves) but who was present for 'hobbit weed incident'. Ah, mystery solved! He's afraid I'll, er, grass him up. And here I was just thinking he has a crush on Aragorn...

Had to go blindfold through forest, just because Haldir didn't want Gimli to know the way and Gimli was so stubborn that Aragorn ended up insisting that we ALL go blindfold. When I protested because I'm an Elf, he told me off for being stubborn. Won't mention that I've been here before and all ready know way, Gimli will only start swearing in Dwarvish again.

Gimli was scared out of his wits about meeting Galadriel. All those rumours about her being evil and twisted are so much Dwarf bread, but many non-Elves insist on believing them. Gimli, however, is now completely mad about Galadriel and starting to rethink his ideas about Elves. Should I be worried?

Not all of the Fellowship were as enamoured as Gimli, though. Boromir as good as whimpered like a baby. Hmm, wonder why that is? Could it have something to do with him wanting the Ring? Honestly, I can't believe he thinks we don't know!

Am now sitting alone, listening to the other Elves singing a lament to Gandalf. Well, trying not to listen. I've all ready told the others that I'm not translating it because it's too upsetting for me and I meant it. I can hear the hobbits snoring their little heads off (anyone know who Farmer Maggot is? He might be interested to know that Merry talks in his sleep and has confessed to a string of vegetable thefts) and Aragorn and Boromir discussing the White City. Think Boromir is coming round to idea that, yes, Aragorn is king and that, yes, Boromir is below him in status. Still, it's a private conversation, so I won't listen.

And now all I can hear is the lament...

Think happy thoughts, think happy...hobbit weed.

Haldir.

He's been ignoring me all day. I'm the only one who knows that he was the one who ruined all of Galadriel's newly painted walls by shooting a load of arrows into them. To get revenge on him for ignoring me and making me look stupid in front of the Fellowship - I tried to make conversation with him, he studiously ignored me - I will record the 'incident'. This way, if anything happens to me, memory will still be preserved.

The 'hobbit weed incident' or 'when Haldir got high'

Lothlorien, 2063

Haldir had obtained some hobbit weed from somewhere, no idea where and don't really want to know anyway. He's 500 years older than me and tried to use this small advantage to exert peer pressure on me.
Haldir: "Come on, Greenleaf, smoke some."
Me: "No."
Haldir: "Why not?"
Me: "I was told not to."
Haldir: "Oh, stop being such a goodie-goodie."
Me: "I'm not! Look, there must be a REASON why Elves don't smoke and - "
Haldir: *has taken a long drag while I've been talking; he blows the smoke into the air whilst trying not to cough*
Me: " - I bet we're about to find out what that reason is."
Haldir: *glassy eyed*
Me: "Are you OK? Should I get Galadriel? Or Celeborn?"
Haldir: *wild-eyed, points over my shoulder* "YRCH!"
Me: *springing up, spinning round and notching an arrow to bow string, all in one movement I might add* "ORCS! Where?"
Haldir: "THERE!"
Me: "There's nothing there!"
Haldir: "We're under attack! Orcs are attacking us!"
Me: "Haldir, they're not, trust me! And - eep!"
Haldir: *firing arrows left, right and centre, yelling "YRCH!" as he does so. He's completely out of it and has mistaken walls for Orcs. Galadriel's gonna need more paint*
Me: "Oh, crap..."

There, have recorded incident for prosperity. Now, need to 'sleep' and can as lament has finally stopped.

February 1st, 3019 - still in Lothlorien

No. of Orcs killed: 0; No. of new arrows: plenty; No. of times Gimli's followed me: enough to freak me out; No. of times I found Sam trying to teach the other Hobbits Elvish: 1, then I offered to help him. He knows a surprising amount of vocab, but his accent is atrocious...

Have been spending time with fellow Elves. Some of them fought in Battle of Dagorlad, so plenty of 'interesting' anecdotes to listen to. Wasn't alive then and am actually quite glad, not because dislike idea of fighting evil but because sounds quite boring if warrior's tales are anything to go by. If I hear one more story starting 'so there I was, shoulder to shoulder with Elrond, ready to face down Sauron himself...' I'll...well, I'm not really sure but it'll be pretty drastic.

To top off these wonderful warrior's tales I've been subjected to, Gimli's been following me. I questioned him about it and he said it was because he wanted to learn more about Elves, as he's reconsidering all his Elfist thoughts. Have agreed to take him with me so he can hear about the Battle from Elvish point of view, maybe he'll get so bored he'll quit stalking me.

Febraury 2nd, 3019 - yep, still in Lothlorien

No. of Orcs killed: 0, were it not so peaceful here I'd start feeling homicidal

Gimli is still stalking me. Now the others think I'm doing it out of choice. This is partly true, as I want to get those Elfist thoughts out of his head, but I still think he's a stupid Dwarf. Great, am Dwarfist.

February 14th - Lothlorien, not that I don't like it here, but weren't we on an URGENT mission?

No. of Orcs killed: sadly, still 0; No. of times convinced of Frodo's insanity: 2, offered Ring to Galadriel (he's the Ringbearer! He has to keep it himself!) and when he started gibbering on about a big red eye. OH! Get it now, not insane, sorry Frodo, only 1 moment of insanity.

Frodo has looked in mirror of Galadriel, as has Sam. Both seemed pretty panicky about the whole thing. Apparently, Frodo offered the Ring to Galadriel, but she didn't take it, as is Elf and has sense *cough*Boromir*cough*

Talk has finally started about leaving here. Like it here, love it in fact, but dislike fact that world outside is still carrying on, seem to remember something about a Dark Lord rising if a circular golden thing wasn't destroyed.

Galadriel did her 'lets probe inside your mind, little one, and see what we can see' act on me again. Did it too all of us, actually, and, once again, all looked away but me and Aragorn. Want to ask why this is, as am Elf so immune to extensive, er, mind probing. She offered me chance to go home where it is safe or go on where it is danger. I chose danger. I laugh in the face of danger, which does tend to get me into trouble, I admit.

Gimli: is starting to grow on me. Not such a stupid Dwarf. Actually made intelligent comment yesterday! Has asked if he can share boat with me; surprised myself by saying yes.

Am quelling Dwarfist tendencies, am improving on perfection.

Five minutes later

Am narcissist.

February 24th - down a river, fortunately with a paddle

No. of weird flying black things killed: 1 (I hope); No. of times I saw an eagle: 1, may prove important later on, so am recording it

We got attacked, again. Think should just carry sign with 'shoot at us!' emblazoned on it.

River is boring, nothing to do. Scenery boring. Being tracked by weird thing called Gollum, Frodo bit worried. Think he's also worried about all the weird looks Boromir's been giving him; methinks Boromir wants the Ring.

As if this isn't enough, a shadow and a threat is building in my mind. Will tell Aragorn. Soon.

February 25th - Parth Galen

No. of big statues seen: 2

Yep, definitely a shadow and a threat. Must tell Aragorn.

February 26th - Parth Galen

Told Aragorn about shadow and threat. Would he listen? Nooo! Nobody listens to the Elf. Have had hard time saying 'I told you so' after today's events:

No. of dead Fellowship members: 1, Boromir (killed by Uruk-Hai) bringing total to 2; No. of Fellowship members captured: 2, Merry and Pippin (it would be!); No. of Fellowship members allowed to go into MORDOR ALONE: 2, Frodo and Sam (sign of our insanity); Initial analysis of situation: we're screwed.

Boromir's dead, starting to think Fellowship is cursed. He tried to take Ring, I just know it, but Aragorn won't admit it. Don't blame him, doesn't bode well.

Gave Boromir proper funeral. He'd told Aragorn that Merry and Pippin got captured, so we're going to help them as Frodo and Sam are beyond our reach. Agree with Aragorn: Frodo can fend for himself (provided he remembers to keep the chain round his neck properly secured) and Sam'll look after him. Merry and Pippin's situation worse, will help them.

Am going to hunt some Orc. Will be fun. I'll get to kill stuff.

This concludes the 'film part of the diary'. Should I go on to do Two Towers or leave it here? And, should I ask for reviews? I think so.