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withdrawn that Baggins fellow has been lately and talked of visiting him.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
-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
