Disclaimer: LOTR is not mine, and I am making no profit from it. No matter how much the bloody Ring wants to babble in my head.
Dear Diary,
At least i'm away from the Elf-lady. Horrible, horrible thing she was...
Having had time to introspect, it wasn't such a loss. There were a lot of good points in Lothlorien, creepy elf-infested woods though they were.
Kept putting thoughts of molesting pretty Elf into Aragorn's head. I know he can hear me; he became distinctly jumpy. There was the most hilarious moment shortly after they arrived; they all went to rest and then cute Elf left to bathe. Carefully pushed at Aragorn's mind, suggesting that he wanted too as well; then as he came towards the bath, (while the Elf's back was turned) yelled as loudly as I could that he should clock him with a brick and make off with him.
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! Hateful Aragorn jumped so badly he fell into bath water; the Elf, apparently lost reverie, also jumped and fell backwards onto him. It was quite hilarious to hear them stuttering over each other, as Aragorn would not say why he was there, and cute Elf would not admit he had not heard him coming. Ha!
Had to shut up quickly, as Frodo sat up looking for the source of the noise.
Sadly, am now certain I could have pulled something off in Moria, perhaps sent them off to neck somewhere they'd have been eaten by Goblins, or something. I must start paying attention to opportunities when they show up, rather than laughing at the misfortunes of others; I can cause all the misfortunes I want when I get back to Master Sauron, and then laugh at them.
So they have gone back to wandering in the wilds. However, I have no chance at using Aragorn and Elf, as they're traveling on boats - and in separate ones, at that. That Elf and the Dwarf are apparently quite fond of each other, as they got a boat to themselves. Damnit. This is going to make it difficult to scar Elf, as he can't be disturbed by Men if he's dating a Dwarf. (Not to mention Aragorn seems leery of boyfriend-Dwarf's axe.)
Damn Isildur's Heir.
It's on to us, the wretched Man, I knows it is. Watching the Frodo with its nasty knowing eyes.
I hates it.
Dear Diary,
At least i'm away from the Elf-lady. Horrible, horrible thing she was...
Having had time to introspect, it wasn't such a loss. There were a lot of good points in Lothlorien, creepy elf-infested woods though they were.
Kept putting thoughts of molesting pretty Elf into Aragorn's head. I know he can hear me; he became distinctly jumpy. There was the most hilarious moment shortly after they arrived; they all went to rest and then cute Elf left to bathe. Carefully pushed at Aragorn's mind, suggesting that he wanted too as well; then as he came towards the bath, (while the Elf's back was turned) yelled as loudly as I could that he should clock him with a brick and make off with him.
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! Hateful Aragorn jumped so badly he fell into bath water; the Elf, apparently lost reverie, also jumped and fell backwards onto him. It was quite hilarious to hear them stuttering over each other, as Aragorn would not say why he was there, and cute Elf would not admit he had not heard him coming. Ha!
Had to shut up quickly, as Frodo sat up looking for the source of the noise.
Sadly, am now certain I could have pulled something off in Moria, perhaps sent them off to neck somewhere they'd have been eaten by Goblins, or something. I must start paying attention to opportunities when they show up, rather than laughing at the misfortunes of others; I can cause all the misfortunes I want when I get back to Master Sauron, and then laugh at them.
So they have gone back to wandering in the wilds. However, I have no chance at using Aragorn and Elf, as they're traveling on boats - and in separate ones, at that. That Elf and the Dwarf are apparently quite fond of each other, as they got a boat to themselves. Damnit. This is going to make it difficult to scar Elf, as he can't be disturbed by Men if he's dating a Dwarf. (Not to mention Aragorn seems leery of boyfriend-Dwarf's axe.)
Damn Isildur's Heir.
It's on to us, the wretched Man, I knows it is. Watching the Frodo with its nasty knowing eyes.
I hates it.