Hello peoples. Immediately after my ban from the computer, I am typing this up. Hope you guys aren't too angry with me. Tarabrethil has been a pillar (pill-"are") of support during this last depressing month. I want to thank her profusely.

Tarabrethil- Oh yeah, I said "VM" was Viggo M. yesterday and you said no. I'm munching on a bagel ("ba" as in bag) right now. [This one's for you (Arwen/Tinuviel reborn/Aragorn/Stridey-face/Strider/Estel/Beregond/Le Grand Fromage… I think you know why we just call her Tarabrethil now)].

(It's a damn cold night, trying to figure out this life. Won't you take me by the hand… take me somewhere new, don't know who you are, but I… Sorry, got carried away there, my favorite song.)

Disclaimer: If you believe I own Lotr… go to www.lordoftherings.net and you'll find out the truth in more or less ten minutes.

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-Chapter 7-

After everyone fell off Mt. Caradhas (by accident or by will), this is how things stood:

At the foot of Mt. Caradhas, Arileen was in a heated discussion (more of an argument) with Aragorn and Gandalf. Srenna and Srennan were administering to Frodo (who had a shiver that wouldn't go away) and Pippin (who was high on some kind of hobbit weed). The horses had been sent to accompany Bill the pony home. They were given directions to wait for the fellowship at Lothlorien or, if it was too late, at Rohan. The rest were either sulking or being alone and practicing something.

Srenna was pale and staggering before she took out the festering Nazgul-ness in Frodo, but now he wouldn't be troubled by it unless he was brought before the Flaming Eye himself, and then, well, he probably wouldn't notice it. Part of the reason that Srenna was staggering was because Sam wouldn't stop bending over Frodo being all concerned. Srennan was not very happy with Pippin, as she kept on taking away his hidden weed with a summoning command, as he was being very uncooperative. She and Merry spent the rest of the evening speaking to him about the evils of drugs and being high when that would get them killed.

Boromir and Gimli were feeling sorry for themselves (as usual), being stuck on this quest unwillingly. Legolas had stomped off to have a 3000-year-old elf prince sulk because everyone was paying more attention to Frodo and Co. Lori was off somewhere trying to practice her new skills with her magic, she found a very interesting mole and started chatting to him about the weather and such things in general. In fact, she was the only person who was even remotely happy in all the fellowship.           

Arileen, Gandalf, and Aragorn were still arguing ferociously about whether to take the Pass of Rohan, try to climb back up Caradhas, or go through Moria. The only thing they agreed about was not to take the road back to Mt. Caradhas, as Gandalf puts it: "We have already wasted much time arguing (he finally notices!). If Saruman seeks to attack us again, we might not be as lucky this time, for, the lady Srenna (here Arileen snorted) and the lady Arileen (here Aragorn snorted) had been holding the worst off. They are weary and will not be able to do as much."

Aragorn didn't want to go to the Pass of Rohan, as he puts it: "I cannot fathom how we can possibly do well when we are so close to the realm of Saruman. That twisted wizard would have us all killed and dead if we ever stray too near."

Arileen didn't want to go either, but she has a different reason, "As Saruman has shown us by sending a blizzard, he is capable of controlling the weather. If he creates an avalanche, it would take all the life in my friends just to stop the avalanche, so unless you want to carry four vegetables into even greater danger and hostility, I suggest that road not."

Aragorn and Gandalf were a little puzzled at the part about the vegetables, but obeyed her in front of her wrath. (Besides, she read the books and they didn't!) Everyone got all set to go to Moria, Gandalf had the air of one being on a death march, but then you might say so because of what happened with the Balrog (hint, hint).

Gandalf was thinking about the Balrog and whether it remembered the bad date they went on in the Second Age while pretending to be thinking about the password. Frodo, totally clueless (as he usually is despite the fact that he was the main character), came and solved the mystery. Pippin, peeved that he had to wait so long, threw a stone at Gandalf, but as he was quite weak, the stone didn't make it and landed in the lake with a plop.

The octopus, quite annoyed at being disturbed, reached out to grab the hobbit that had done it. Unfortunately for Frodo, Pippin was hiding behind him, so the octopus grabbed Frodo. Gimli freaked out and ran inside Moria, screaming like the ninny that he claims Legolas to be, and to prove his comment true, Legolas closely followed. Lori was frantically forcing the squid let go of the Ringbearer. Aragorn and Boromir dropped their argument about Aragorn's claim to kingship and chopped at the squid unsystematically (is there such a word?). All the hobbits grabbed Frodo's feet and pulled, this didn't quite help, as, his boots came off and the hobbits' momentum bore them inside Moria, crashing into the just-recovering-from-hysterics pair (Legolas and Gimli). Arileen called all the oxygen in the water to avoid the squid. Srenna and Srennan were laughing their heads off, as this was another one of those I've-got-to-read-everyone's-mind moments.

· Aragorn: Time to be macho!

· Boromir: What in the name of the White Tower is that?

· Frodo: Get me outta here! Yuck! Stop kissing me, you perverted squid! Oops, think I got him angry.

· Gandalf: Aunt Gertrude? *Terrified*

· Gimli: Have…to…calm…down.

· Legolas: *speechless*

· Merry: I wonder if we can have calamari with mushrooms.

· Pippin: Sushi!

· Sam: Master! No!

· Arileen: What the @#$% did Pippin have to do that for?!

· Lori: Must…not…panic…Will…ruin…complexion…

· Srenna: *bent over from laughing*

· Srennan: *laughing so hard she nearly fell into the lake*

After Aragorn and Boromir chopped off most of the squid's legs, Gandalf appeared out of nowhere and hushed everyone into the dark depths of Moria. In other news, they had sushi that night.

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          Voila! This is the end of chapter 7!

          No, I'm just kidding, that would be too mean.

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Here are some peeks into the fellowship's diaries:

Srenna's velvet midnight blue diary:

Month #2 (I lost count, but hey, this journey should be in its second month by now)

          I am too weak to write much. It's a combination of laughing too hard and healing Frodo of the Nazgul-shadow. Stupid Sam wouldn't stop bending over Frodo while I was in the process of healing; he interrupted me three times before Srennan used a binding spell on him. She knew my work was too important to interrupt. We are now in Moria. The members of the fellowship have invented a new game: it's called, "Knock A Corpse Down The Well And Blame Pippin". Life is dreary. I'm going to turn in. Not that it's hard to fall asleep in the dark.

Yawn,

Srenna

Srennan's velvet violet diary with silver sparkles:

Day 33 (I'm assuming)

Phew! What a day!

You don't realize how tiring it is when you're reading the book, but it has been absolutely beastly here. I can't even see my fingers in front of my eyes. Too bad. Gandalf is searching his pointy hat for batteries, it's amazing how much stuff you can store there. On second thought, Gandalf isn't a wizard for nothing, so I left him alone.

My eyes hurt,

Srennan

Arileen's flowered plush diary (with a "Two Towers" bookmark featuring Aragorn and the Star of Elendil; blue tassel attached):

Day 33 (midnight- by the looks of it)

Had a @$#!-ing fight with Gandalf and Aragorn on the path to take. What idiots. Besides, I've read the books and they haven't, so they should listen to me. *She is smoking at the ears by now* if I was Gandalf, I'd send Frodo to Mordor and drop the ring into the fire, but no *extends the "no"*, we are bloody limited because of that bloody rule about how the habitants have to choose their own bloody fate and if they're not bloody willing to participate… bloody stuff. After I get this adventure over with, I'm so going to sue the Charter of Conduct for limiting capacities, because bad guys don't play by the rules… grr. Just you wait.

Oops, I accidentally knocked a corpse down the well in my anger. Oh well, I'm blaming Pippin.

Arileen

Lori's brown leather notebook (with a bookmark featuring Eowyn and a charm-like horse head; sky blue tassel attached):

Day 33

I got to meet a mole! I got to meet a mole! Too excited to write now.

Bye,

Lori

P.S. I think I knocked a corpse down the well in my excitement. Oh well, there's always Pippin to blame it on!

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Well, what do you think? I was typing this during the exam session, so it might not have made a lot of sense.

If you aren't too busy, review!

Thanx,

Indigo Star