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,
Some good news. The Frodo thought the Gollum is following us, which it is.
The Gollum would take us away from damned Hobbits. Can hear both of them quite well and desperately wish that I could not hear the Sam; his thoughts are full of - of - happiness and determination and idle bits of planning. He thinks about what to do when they make camp.
As if it isn't bad enough we has to hear it. We wishes we had a stomach, my Diary. Then we could be ill on wretched Hobbits.
We didn't mind Men, my Diary. Men can be convinced to play interesting games. Not Hobbits, no. All hugs and cuddling and concern for the other person, they are. Hurts us to hear them, wretched things.
The Frodo - the horrible Frodo - it can hear me more clearly the further we go. I am yelling in its head, hoping to drive it insane if I cannot corrupt it. It laughs at our complaints, my Diary. It points out that it loves the Sam. Have managed to get some revenge by pointing out awful things that could happen to the Sam.
It got revenge by being more affectionate to him.
The Sam gets revenge without knowing it, damn him. He's hovering about the Frodo always, and radiating concern and other terrible loving emotions.
We misses the Gollum, my Diary. We misses the Gollum most horribly.
Dear Diary,
Some good news. The Frodo thought the Gollum is following us, which it is.
The Gollum would take us away from damned Hobbits. Can hear both of them quite well and desperately wish that I could not hear the Sam; his thoughts are full of - of - happiness and determination and idle bits of planning. He thinks about what to do when they make camp.
As if it isn't bad enough we has to hear it. We wishes we had a stomach, my Diary. Then we could be ill on wretched Hobbits.
We didn't mind Men, my Diary. Men can be convinced to play interesting games. Not Hobbits, no. All hugs and cuddling and concern for the other person, they are. Hurts us to hear them, wretched things.
The Frodo - the horrible Frodo - it can hear me more clearly the further we go. I am yelling in its head, hoping to drive it insane if I cannot corrupt it. It laughs at our complaints, my Diary. It points out that it loves the Sam. Have managed to get some revenge by pointing out awful things that could happen to the Sam.
It got revenge by being more affectionate to him.
The Sam gets revenge without knowing it, damn him. He's hovering about the Frodo always, and radiating concern and other terrible loving emotions.
We misses the Gollum, my Diary. We misses the Gollum most horribly.