Disclaimer: This 'Dear Diary' interlude is supposed to have been written
before Legolas arrived, and before Ariel went looking for him!
Interlude 1
Dearest Diary,
Long days have passed, still ever so slowly, as if in slow motion. I am growing impatient as to the meeting of my suitor, whoever he is.
Father has also sent invitation to each member of fellowship that came to help destroy the dark ring of the dark lord, Sauron.
Moma hates it with passion when I dare speak his name. Though he is gone, some still fear his spirit; that even though he is gone, he can always reincarnate again, maybe as another race, and continue on his plans.
Not I however. I speak his name as if he is pure myth, and when I told moma this, she said: " I me, Ariel. Shall we dare not use his name! Pleasant impressions happen not with thought of him in mind! Keep hush, daughter and dearest to lock his name out!"
I try thoroughly not to laugh at her sour expression, as if she has tasted rotten sweet milk. I must muffle any laughter near the discussion; otherwise I shall be scolded from father, which I hate, however he is much more fun than moma.
Father has taught me to ride bareback on my horse, Lancelet. Lancelet was a gift to myself on my 14th birthday celebration eve. I was so overjoyed that I nearly bugged poor father to death to teach me to ride like him! Luckily after the hundredth time, he agreed with a snort of how queens aren't supposed to beg so annoyingly.
Yes, diary you heard me correctly. I am to be queen of Gondor, since moma gave no birth to a boy, and she has no desire to have a child again yet; she is too busy with getting me prepared for marriage. Father however believes that I would be a very wonderful queen. I am however uncertain, as the fact that I am far too young a girl!
Even my governess agrees that me becoming of age is of no concern yet. Thandinuail is to leave soon, though ; Husband will teach me what else I am ignorant of. I am hoping.
I received this diary as a present for my 16th birthday, and moma insists that it is imperative that I write in it, so I now have. I have little time before riding lessons, so I swear I shall continue to copy my thoughts in this book of thoughts later.
Later, diary, Ariel Evenstar
Interlude 1
Dearest Diary,
Long days have passed, still ever so slowly, as if in slow motion. I am growing impatient as to the meeting of my suitor, whoever he is.
Father has also sent invitation to each member of fellowship that came to help destroy the dark ring of the dark lord, Sauron.
Moma hates it with passion when I dare speak his name. Though he is gone, some still fear his spirit; that even though he is gone, he can always reincarnate again, maybe as another race, and continue on his plans.
Not I however. I speak his name as if he is pure myth, and when I told moma this, she said: " I me, Ariel. Shall we dare not use his name! Pleasant impressions happen not with thought of him in mind! Keep hush, daughter and dearest to lock his name out!"
I try thoroughly not to laugh at her sour expression, as if she has tasted rotten sweet milk. I must muffle any laughter near the discussion; otherwise I shall be scolded from father, which I hate, however he is much more fun than moma.
Father has taught me to ride bareback on my horse, Lancelet. Lancelet was a gift to myself on my 14th birthday celebration eve. I was so overjoyed that I nearly bugged poor father to death to teach me to ride like him! Luckily after the hundredth time, he agreed with a snort of how queens aren't supposed to beg so annoyingly.
Yes, diary you heard me correctly. I am to be queen of Gondor, since moma gave no birth to a boy, and she has no desire to have a child again yet; she is too busy with getting me prepared for marriage. Father however believes that I would be a very wonderful queen. I am however uncertain, as the fact that I am far too young a girl!
Even my governess agrees that me becoming of age is of no concern yet. Thandinuail is to leave soon, though ; Husband will teach me what else I am ignorant of. I am hoping.
I received this diary as a present for my 16th birthday, and moma insists that it is imperative that I write in it, so I now have. I have little time before riding lessons, so I swear I shall continue to copy my thoughts in this book of thoughts later.
Later, diary, Ariel Evenstar