a/n: well if anyone is even reading this i just want to let you know that it does pick up i just have to lay a little ground work. feel free to tell me it stinks. my feelings won't be hurt. I have a few more chaps written so i'll keep going if you would be so kind as to review. good or bad. i'll take what i can get. keep in mind that this is written from the view point of a young diamond as entries in her journal. if it sounds like the meaningless ramble of a teenage (or tweenager in hobbit years) it is ment to. hopefully as it develops her entries will get a little more serious. this story is set in the spring of 3018. (yes i know that means certain hobbits are leaving the shire very soon but thats what makes life interesting.) sorry to take up so much time with notes but i will post again very soon.

-al

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Dearest Diary,



It was a lovely day in town. The people are so friendly and there are so many things to do and see! Not like

in Long Cleeve where you are lucky if you see more than five people a day. Back home we have a very small

marketsquare that has about five shops, including papa's. There are so many different kinds of shops here

and it seems to be a nice change from the few farmer's fruit and vegitable stands. Pap's shop is the only

general store for miles around home but after today I realized just how small even that is. It has been too

long since I have been in such a large and bustling place. I am quite certain that I caught Stelly laughing at

the wide-eyed expression on my face more than once. I tried very hard to hide my unsophisticated side, but

it wasn't easy. Fatty and Folco payed very little attention, and for that I am very thankful. As a matter of

fact they paid very little to Stell and me at all. All they seemed to do is walk at quite a quick pace and

whisper back and forth. Thats the trouble with lads. They have no respect for good company. Since they

were not making very interesting traviling companions, we decided to ditch them. Stelly and I devised some

excuse about needing a bit of time to ourselves and it seemed to work. In fact, a bit too well since they

never managed more than a nod in our direction and kept walking. I suppose they headed up to Bag End

since that was the only thing that Fatty seemed to talk to us about. He mentioned something about how

withdrawn that Baggins fellow has been lately and talked of visiting him. Frodo, I think, was his name. I've

never met him that I can recall but I do believe he is related to the Bolgers somehow. Stelly says that the

lads are quite fond of him and tend to visit him regularly but that he is on odd one of sorts. She says that he

can't be all there if he just wants to hide in that hole of his. the winter was so harsh this year that now that

spring is here I couldn't imagine hiding either. Maybe he is mad.

-Di