Disclaimer: Does it look like I own any of this? It does? Well, I don't.

A/N: I used some VERY incomplete sentences in this piece. Please don't complain about that. Do you think someone who is constantly on the move, and sometimes writing atop a horse's back would have time to write big flowery descriptive sentences? Also, if any of the nicknames I used for the characters offends you in any way. I'm sorry, but it's too late to change them now.

The Diary of Ciryatúrë
~PoeticMuse

Day 1
Was a council in Rivendell. Was invited. Couldn't think of anything interesting to say, so merely remained silent. Most of the other people did the same. Was going pretty good until Stupid Dwarf insulted elves. Elves got pretty worked up about it. Pretty soon everyone was worked up about something or other. Short hobbit said he would take Evil Ring to Mordor. Old Crispy wizard decided to help. King-in-Exile did too, Elf-Princeling did same, as did Stupid Dwarf. Elf-Princeling not too happy about that. Some Other Human decided to tag along. So did three of Short Hobbit's friends. I decided to follow in secret. Big-Powerful-Elf-Lord-Person was pretty set on having nine people. Knew he would never let me go along.

A/N: Short, I know. But there will be more. Oh there will be more. *evil cackle* I've written it all already. Don't worry about me needing inspiration.