Dearest Diary,
I couldn't sleep. I feel horrible for what I did today. I'm sitting here in my spot on the dock trying to make
this feeling go away but it doesn't seem to be working. Tonight it just seems cold and empty. I guess I
should explain. Yesterday seemed like a good day and for the most part it was. Perfect for a picnic, we
thought. So the four of us decided to take our luncheon at the banks of the waters. I have recently
discovered my talents in the kitchen. Not to say that my mum didn't show me the way around a pantry
when I was younger, she did, I just never had to use them much. Stell and I set to work making the most
delicious luncheon we could muster. It all seemed grand when we arrived at the spot that the lads had
chosen. Merry decided, however, to show Stelly something a bit closer to the water so I was left to defend
our meal from the clutches of a very impatient Pippin. He tried his best to make up every reason that might
be mistaken for rational thought, but I shall always be one step ahead of him for as long as I must. Well
after what seemed like a lifetime of arguing with the stubborn lad, he rolled over onto his back and stared up
at the sky. "I give up" he exclaimed much to my happiness since this was indeed my victory. Then, for the
first time since I met him, he smiled at me. He almost seemed to be pleasant. It was hard to tell what he was
thinking after that since he had grown very quite and looked a bit uncomfortable, so I decided to change the
subject. I asked about our two companions, realizing that they had been gone much longer than expected.
We decided to find them and as we reached the bank we saw it. The kiss. I am sure my face had the same
horrified look as Pippin's. I could tell he was about to shout something at them, which I am certain would
have been rude and ill-thought, had I not clasped my hand over his mouth. It took a while to calm him down
but I managed to coax him away from our hiding place and back to the picnic area. He began to ramble on
about "Merry not behaving very Merry-like" and "trying to grow up and leave him behind" At the latter, I
thought for a moment of pointing out the fact that Merry was grown and, since Pippin was a bit younger
than Merry, he would always be behind. I decided that this was not the time to quarrel. I did tell him that I
liked this turn of events no more than he, since it ment that the two of us would have to spend more time
together. That is when things went wrong. We decided to ruin Merry and Estella's relationship. Pippin
said that he would convince Merry to take time to drop in at Bag End since Frodo had been acting queer
lately anyways. After that was done he was to meet me on my dock to discuss further action. I do want
Stell back for myself and it would be nice to be rid of that excuse of a lad. At the risk of what though?
Perhaps those two are ment to be together. Who am I to interfere? I can not speak for the Tooks of
Tuckborough, but we North-Tooks have more respect for a hobbit's affairs. I don't think I can go through
with this. I will just have to explain my convictions to Pippin tomorrow. I know better than to act so harsh,
even if it seems necessary at the time. Stelly and Merry deserve better friends than the likes of us. I should
have never agreed to help that lad.
-Di
I couldn't sleep. I feel horrible for what I did today. I'm sitting here in my spot on the dock trying to make
this feeling go away but it doesn't seem to be working. Tonight it just seems cold and empty. I guess I
should explain. Yesterday seemed like a good day and for the most part it was. Perfect for a picnic, we
thought. So the four of us decided to take our luncheon at the banks of the waters. I have recently
discovered my talents in the kitchen. Not to say that my mum didn't show me the way around a pantry
when I was younger, she did, I just never had to use them much. Stell and I set to work making the most
delicious luncheon we could muster. It all seemed grand when we arrived at the spot that the lads had
chosen. Merry decided, however, to show Stelly something a bit closer to the water so I was left to defend
our meal from the clutches of a very impatient Pippin. He tried his best to make up every reason that might
be mistaken for rational thought, but I shall always be one step ahead of him for as long as I must. Well
after what seemed like a lifetime of arguing with the stubborn lad, he rolled over onto his back and stared up
at the sky. "I give up" he exclaimed much to my happiness since this was indeed my victory. Then, for the
first time since I met him, he smiled at me. He almost seemed to be pleasant. It was hard to tell what he was
thinking after that since he had grown very quite and looked a bit uncomfortable, so I decided to change the
subject. I asked about our two companions, realizing that they had been gone much longer than expected.
We decided to find them and as we reached the bank we saw it. The kiss. I am sure my face had the same
horrified look as Pippin's. I could tell he was about to shout something at them, which I am certain would
have been rude and ill-thought, had I not clasped my hand over his mouth. It took a while to calm him down
but I managed to coax him away from our hiding place and back to the picnic area. He began to ramble on
about "Merry not behaving very Merry-like" and "trying to grow up and leave him behind" At the latter, I
thought for a moment of pointing out the fact that Merry was grown and, since Pippin was a bit younger
than Merry, he would always be behind. I decided that this was not the time to quarrel. I did tell him that I
liked this turn of events no more than he, since it ment that the two of us would have to spend more time
together. That is when things went wrong. We decided to ruin Merry and Estella's relationship. Pippin
said that he would convince Merry to take time to drop in at Bag End since Frodo had been acting queer
lately anyways. After that was done he was to meet me on my dock to discuss further action. I do want
Stell back for myself and it would be nice to be rid of that excuse of a lad. At the risk of what though?
Perhaps those two are ment to be together. Who am I to interfere? I can not speak for the Tooks of
Tuckborough, but we North-Tooks have more respect for a hobbit's affairs. I don't think I can go through
with this. I will just have to explain my convictions to Pippin tomorrow. I know better than to act so harsh,
even if it seems necessary at the time. Stelly and Merry deserve better friends than the likes of us. I should
have never agreed to help that lad.
-Di
