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Rivendell, 21 October, 3018, Afternoon
We're staying at the House of Elrond and guess who's here… Gandalf! I talked to him this morning while he was having his coffee and was just beginning to scold him for not meeting us at the Prancing Pony as he had promised when I was interrupted with a loud "I was delayed by matters above your comprehension, fool of a Took!" Decided Gandalf is still sore about the firework incident and I shouldn't bother him while he is drinking his coffee in the future. Not a very interesting morning. I lost seventeen consecutive games of tic-tac-toe to Merry and decided to leave it at that. No teaching the Great Long-Legged One to play tic-tac-toe today. I am very bored. Frodo still hasn't come round, but the elves are working on healing him. This elvish medicine sounds a bit risky to me. I swear a spoonful of pepper would do the trick, but Gandalf won't let me anywhere near Frodo's room. Seems to be under the mistaken impression that I invite disaster to follow me wherever I go. Decided not to correct him as he is still in a bad temper. Wizards can be so touchy! Merry (who still insists on reading over my shoulder) says yes and his touchiness can be matched only by my idiocy. Evil, unappreciative little maggot! It's a wonder I put up with him at all! I caught him reading my journal yesterday and drawing rude pictures in the margins. In other news, the Great Long-Legged One has finally washed himself.
Peregrin Took
Rivendell, 24 October, 3018, Lunchtime
Frodo woke up today! Sam is very pleased; I think he was getting sick of Pippin and I. He thinks we're a pack of old nutters. He just doesn't have a good sense of humor. Although maybe he is right about Pippin being nutters. I caught him filling my pipe with pepper today as revenge for me reading his journal all the time. Greasy, romp-fed rabbit-sucker. He seems to think that his journal is for his private thoughts. If he is capable of writing private thoughts he should be able to find a better place to hide his stupid journal than under his pillow! And the pepper fixation is getting old. We had a nice little reunion with Frodo today who was perfectly energetic and cheerful but we quickly made ourselves scarce when he and Sam began to pour over Mr. Bilbo's book. Neither of us are particularly fond of reading long stories. We both prefer to have them told to us so we can doze off whenever the mood strikes us. So Pippin and I are going off in search of some more interesting thing to do this afternoon. But first we are going to have some lunch. Now that we are in Rivendell we are making up for all the meals we missed while traveling with Strider.
Meriadoc Brandybuck
Rivendell, 24 October, 3018, Night
Spent the afternoon wandering around Rivendell with Merry as Frodo was reading Bilbo's book and Sam is still angry with me. I am getting quite tired of being mistaken for a child and having elves pat me on the head and call me "little one." Was not spirited by Gandalf's comment that considering the thousands of years these elves have lived, I am a child. I decided to steer clear of Gandalf for a while so Merry and I went to explore the gardens. We found a vegetable patch and were have a nice game of catch (which grew steadily louder and more rough and tumble) until we were forcibly removed by a very harassed looking Glorfindel. He's been in an awful mood lately, trying to organize some council thing, but that's no reason to take it out on innocent hobbits! If he's so bent on peace and quiet he should go work elsewhere! Anyway, in an effort to get as far away from grumpy old Glorfindel as possible we went off in search for another place to continue our game. We found a very pretty, quiet sort of deserted garden with a bridge across a sort of pond. We thought it would be quite fun if we played kill-the-carrier on the bridge and tried to push each other into the water. But we quickly found out that the bridge was already occupied by Strider and the pretty elf lady (whose name is Arwen), who luckily didn't notice us… because they were so busy kissing. Merry whispered wouldn't it be funny if we went and pushed them in just like that? But neither of us were brave enough, so we got out of there, fast. Then I went to find Sam and tell him maybe he was right about Strider getting the elf-lady if he washed himself.
Peregrin Took
Rivendell, 25 October, 3018, Lunchtime
Gandalf is in a sour mood today. Pippin accidentally knocked over his coffee with his elbow at breakfast and it spilled all over his gigantic beard, thereby forcing the old fellow to take a bath, clearly something he is not fond of doing. I have decided to start counting the times Gandalf calls Pip a "Fool of a Took." So far today the count has reached six. Mentioning this to Pippin didn't turn out to be such a wonderful idea. He told me I was being nosy and he was off in search of more intelligent company. Ha! He's one to talk of intelligence! Distempered, clay-brained canker-blossom! It's a wonder I put up with him at all! Anyway, his search was not in vain because he managed to discover that Elrond is having some secret council and we're not invited. Pippin thought it would be funny if we crashed it, but I managed to convince him (in a rather Gandalf-like tone, just to spite him) that crashing elf councils is not the same as crashing hobbit parties and that "spying will be quite enough, Peregrin Took." This just set him off in another bad mood so in order to cheer him up we spent the rest of the morning spying on Strider and his elfy girlfriend. Pippin thinks we should be professional spies when we grow up. I decided not to point out that we are grown up, as he spends most of his time acting like a troublesome ten year old anyway.
Meriadoc Brandybuck
Rivendell, 25 October, 3018, Evening
Today Elrond held a secret council meeting (the one that Glorfindel has been worrying about all week) and Merry and I weren't invited. Merry wouldn't let me crash it (Petulant, nosy spoilsport! It's a wonder I put up with him at all! And he's been reading my journal again.) so I had to content myself with spying. Found out quite a lot, but not much that I actually understood. I did make out that the Black Riders who have been following us are servants of a Dark Lord who lives near an Evil Volcano called Mount Doom. They are after a Ring of Power which Frodo is carrying. Although I didn't figure out how a little band of metal can destroy the world. Frodo volunteered to take the Ring of Power and throw it into the Evil Volcano and Strider, Sam, Gandalf and some strange people swore to come with him and protect him, so Merry and I ran out of our (very clever) hiding place and told everyone that we were coming, too. Don't think Gandalf was too pleased. The most interesting piece of news I gained from the council is that Strider actually has a real name. Aragorn son of Arathorn. I knew no one would name their son Strider.
Peregrin Took
Rivendell, 28 October, 3018, Morning
"Fool of a Took" count has reached 11 and it isn't even eleven o'clock yet! Decided it must have something to do with the fact that Pippin has been bothering him all morning trying to look at maps and hear plans and things. Stupid Pippin. I suggested he should try bothering someone else for a while, and he told me to go drown myself! Hideous, motley-minded hempseed! It's a wonder I put up with him at all. I spent most of the morning playing tic-tac-toe with Sam and Frodo. I lost every single game. Everyone is being so solemn its beginning to scare me. I think I'll go make amends with Pippin.
Meriadoc Brandybuck