June 1
I still haven't seen Glorfindel anywhere, but Rumil seems to have given up on me and has gone home. I wish everyone else would leave, so I'm not tried for homicidal slaughtering. I have this feeling that father will take any opportunity to maim me. He stares at me very strangely and his hands twitch around any weapon he happens to be carrying, as he's wont to do lately. It's a little unnerving.
I've also seen him crouched over a small straw doll murmuring 'I want to keeeell you'. This happened in the middle of a court meeting, unfortunately. I have the strangest feeling the doll is modeled after me.
Now the entire kingdom think Ada's slightly shy of a whole jerkin.
June 2
The twins have somehow tied themselves to me. Mind you, I've never been in love and have never completely understood the entire 'binding' thing, but they are most definitely and unchangeably BOUND to me. I don't know how it happened, just that I find myself constantly in their presence and feel like I'm missing my left leg when they aren't around. Elrohir told me, rather crudely, that he'd pull rank on me tonight.
I'm not sure I want to know why Elladan looked so hideously smug with himself. There's something up.
Still haven't found Glorfindel.
June 3
Despite my best attempts at convincing those two horrors that I was, in fact, of higher rank than they, I was tied and bound for the whole of the night. I'm sure I need not go into any detail about what was done and why I didn't get a wink of sleep.
Managed to limp off to the dining hall at about eight and get some food into my system. Overheard some interesting talk from the few latecomers drifting in about some plot or other to drag Celeborn up north into Mirkwood. I was frustrated to realize I didn't have a single idea about what was going on.
I'm still annoyed about that and have spent all day trapezing around the woods and halls, demanding information from servants, lords, and any unfortunate soul I happened to spot. Despite the threats and persuasion at knifepoint, no one seems to know anything more than this:
Glorfindel is behind the Celeborn Plot.
Celeborn Plot has something to do with Thranduil's PMS of the Century.
The twins are plotting something, too. I'm sure of it. I just can't be sure what, but perhaps it has something to do with the entire bonding mess. I didn't ask to wake up in bed with those two! There 's nothing overly wicked about my past deeds. I think.
Maybe Mithrandir knows something about something! He is due for a visit, after all, and so is that smelly Dunadan Elrond insists on fostering. He's not a bad chap, but baths were invented for a reason. Humans.
I feel I shall die of brain burnout if this continues any longer. Gimli told me blonds shouldn't try and think too hard. It may make them develop a tangle, at which point, by the code of Blond Fairies, they must take their own life. I contented myself with a rather violent reply.
The stupid Dwarf seems to think that Elves are incredibly conceited about their hair. I beg to differ. If you are in a council with Peredhil, then you have to do everything to can to keep him from making scathing comments about one's personal self. Not to mention your spiritual self, mental capacity, and worth. Elrond enjoys tormenting people so very dearly. It makes political councils incredibly trying. He does it on purpose. I know his twisted little half-human mind.
I'm beginning to sound like my grandfather.
June 8
Imagine my surprise when Haldir comes barrelling in over the guards and through the gates to throw himself on Erestor sobbing for breath this afternoon. He's a raving lunatic, and at least Erestor has taken it upon himself to help the poor bugger get some of his brain tissue back in order.
All I can say is: Celeborn is a very, very twisted individual.
June 9
Rumil tromped in this morning, about as sane as Haldir.
June 10
Orophin is the last brother to trample father's guards, who are getting right tired of having boot prints stamped into their facial structure. Erestor now has three crazy Silvans trailing him around everywhere. Remarkably, he doesn't seem too concerned.
Glorfindel has finally showed his face and appears to be constantly in the throes of his own ingenuity. If only I didn't have these blasted twins hanging off my every limb I could go and help him with his plans, so to speak.
