Okay… I know you guys are going to kill me for not updating in such a long time. I'm really sorry, you see, my Word program kept on stalling and then I had to reinstall it like a million times, only it never worked, so I'm stuck in a deep deep rut. *Sniff* I'm here at school, and I have some spare time before mom picks me up, so I'm trying to finish this on time.
Thanx to all the people who reviewed! It's really nice when you get reviews because you know that somebody cares about your story.
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- Chapter 9-
The-very-dusty-and-wrinkled diary of Gandalf:
Dear diary,
Today I led the Fellowship through Moria to one of its many exits facing west. There was little problem with the masonry, but all is well now. It must be the age of this place. Things were falling down everywhere, and all the people (hobbits, elf, and dwarf) had a big fuss about their injuries.
The goblins came after us in thousands, and we were forced to flee. I think that blond girl, (what's her name again? Mori or Lily?) did some negotiating and they gave us a fair start. All the same, in doing battle with the Balrog, I fell down the deep depths of Khazad-Dum.
The Balrog is really nice. He seems a bit lonely. He seemed to have mistaken us for intruders of his super-secret-but-all-the-goblins-know-private hole. I assured him that we were just passing through. Anyhow, I'm here, writing in this diary with a mug of ot cholat (at least that's what he called it). He has a weird accent, like he doesn't pronounce the "h"s in words and stuff. He makes the most delicious crosaunts (Where does this guy get the names?). I think his name is Quasimodo or something like that. Oh well, Hope the Fellowship isn't too cross at me for taking an unexpected and temporary vacation.
Gandalf
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While Gandalf was safe and sound in the Balrog's cave, the rest of the fellowship was busy shedding tears. Srennan(s), Arileen were keeping straight faces with great difficulty, as they knew that Gandalf was due to come back in a month or so… Lori was peeved off at having been chased out of Moria by Arileen and was now pouting. Boromir was having an argument with Aragorn… again, for like, the hundredth time since the journey started.
"We need to move on!" –Aragorn's face was all red from running and anger.
"Give them a moment for their grief!" Boromir countered.
Frodo stared off into the distance, tears clouding his crystal blue (I think it's blue) eyes. Sam was all troubled about Frodo's disposition, as he was getting too depressed-looking for Sam's liking. Merry and Pippin were still too shocked to do anything, as the Balrog scared them quite a lot. Legolas was gazing out into the horizon, as if trying to see if Gandalf was out there. Gimli was sharpening his axe and grunting to himself, as he actually liked the old wizard. Many people don't know this, but Gimli has a soft side… only, being a dwarf, he's been trained to not show it.
Anyhow, Aragorn got his wish and the fellowship got a move on. Srenna and Srennan were trying to foil the crows again and were in very foul moods. They argued in loud tones, and relapsed into silence when they discovered the countryside was astir, but they kept on glaring at each other. Srennan, for her part, settled on Rhiannon and started to read Inu-yasha mangas. Srenna rolled her eyes and started to read Marmalade Boy mangas. Arileen and Lori, having each "swallowed a fly", were now giving each other the silence treatment. Arianhrod, the elven horse that Elrond lent Arileen, nuzzled her gently to calm her down. It did cheer Arileen up, although her opinion of Lori continued to sour. Vice versa with Lori, only her horse was named Windhooves. Gimli and the rest of the fellowship were resenting the fact that they were being led around by a Boy Scout and four girls.
By nightfall they had reached the edge of Lothlorien and were debating whether or not to go in there. Gimli, being a dwarf, naturally opposed. Merry and Pippin, who had gotten over seeing the Balrog, were actually trying to find any way to avoid forest, due to the little incident in the Old Forest in the Shire. The rest were all for the forest, as Legolas missed the eaves of Mirkwood; Boromir being too tired to oppose Aragorn; the girls, being too stubborn to consult each other. Aragorn, not too keen to see his grandmother-in-law, but knew the consequences of not going and convinced the grumbling Gimli and the shivering hobbits to come with him.
The woods on both sides immediately closed in when they entered. The hobbits moaned, as their nightmares seemed to come true. Boromir was ready to whip his blade out and bolt in the direction of the outer borders. Legolas was humming a song, completely unaware of the trees' movement. Gimli was incoherently rasping something about demons. No one noticed that the four girls were gone until Aragorn took a roll call of everyone. They all wondered what evil fate had befallen them when wood elves stepped out and greeted them. Pippin was tempted to say 'take me to your leader', but decided against it when Aragorn shot him a warning glance. In the end, Pippin's little thought became true as the elves led them to Galadriel's tree. Imagine their surprise when they discovered the four girls sitting cross legged with Galadriel, sipping green tea!
Frodo and the hobbits all made some incomprehensible, hobbity noise. Boromir just gaped. Legolas, being an elf, asked for a mug of green tea too. Aragorn, on his best behavior, kept quiet.
Galadriel rose, "It has come to my attention that you are in need of some aide."
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