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,
Life and the fates and the Hobbits are mocking us! Everything everywhere! Mocking us, my Dairy!
No rescue from the Gollum, no. They got through the swamp (I heard him thinking about it, the Gollum, all dark treacherous waters with lights that call to people) without falling in. The foulest place, that swamp. I wish I'd been there for the battle that made it. All those souls trapped in the water, suffering ... I could imagine the battle that must have taken place there.
Then they were found by Men and my hopes rose. Oh, I was so happy the Sam started to cook and brought the Men down on them. But - but he was another one, the Faramir-Man! Another person who wouldn't pick me up! How can I constantly run into people I can't influence?!
Is it us, my Diary? Have we been away from our Master Sauron so long we don't have any strength left? Or is we being punished. Maybe some awful cruel power is watching us, my Diary. Making sure we can't get away, it is.
The Gollum tried to feed the Hobbits to a spider after the Men left. Stupid damn spider! Stupid damn Sam-Hobbit with the sharp sword, the horrible Elvish sword that hurt Her!
Then - then the Sam was leaving the Frodo, and I thought, my Diary, surely if he's wearing me the nasty Hobbit can hear me?
No! No, he mopes and lingers and tries to steel himself to go the fires! He thinks and plans and then! Then he hears Orcs and goes back and learns the Frodo isn't dead! He follows them and rescues the Frodo and all the time I'm yelling to those damned Orcs and trying to get someone to rescue me from wretched Hobbits and - and -
WE HATES HOBBITS!!!
Dear Diary,
Life and the fates and the Hobbits are mocking us! Everything everywhere! Mocking us, my Dairy!
No rescue from the Gollum, no. They got through the swamp (I heard him thinking about it, the Gollum, all dark treacherous waters with lights that call to people) without falling in. The foulest place, that swamp. I wish I'd been there for the battle that made it. All those souls trapped in the water, suffering ... I could imagine the battle that must have taken place there.
Then they were found by Men and my hopes rose. Oh, I was so happy the Sam started to cook and brought the Men down on them. But - but he was another one, the Faramir-Man! Another person who wouldn't pick me up! How can I constantly run into people I can't influence?!
Is it us, my Diary? Have we been away from our Master Sauron so long we don't have any strength left? Or is we being punished. Maybe some awful cruel power is watching us, my Diary. Making sure we can't get away, it is.
The Gollum tried to feed the Hobbits to a spider after the Men left. Stupid damn spider! Stupid damn Sam-Hobbit with the sharp sword, the horrible Elvish sword that hurt Her!
Then - then the Sam was leaving the Frodo, and I thought, my Diary, surely if he's wearing me the nasty Hobbit can hear me?
No! No, he mopes and lingers and tries to steel himself to go the fires! He thinks and plans and then! Then he hears Orcs and goes back and learns the Frodo isn't dead! He follows them and rescues the Frodo and all the time I'm yelling to those damned Orcs and trying to get someone to rescue me from wretched Hobbits and - and -
WE HATES HOBBITS!!!