Entry #8
Dear Journal,
Got out of Moria. Everyone did but Gandalf and my rock. First of all, Gandalf didn't get out because of the stupid Balrog. Stupid Balrog. It's his fault because he pulled him down a veryveryveryveryveryveryveryvery long and big pit. Last words of Gandalf "Fly, you fools." My rock didn't come out because the note said to throw it down a pit. The pit that Gandalf fell in was just perfect. So I threw it down. The note said to wait for it to hit the bottom, but I couldn't wait. You see, when Gandalf fell, I threw Gandalf down (the Gandalf I threw down was the name I gave to my rock) and I yelled "Gandalf" for my rock and Boromir picked me up and ran out of Moria. That's why I couldn't wait for it to hit the bottom. The note never said throwing the rock would be so emotional.Gandalf.
Entry #9
Dear Journal,
In these woods called Lothlorien. Looks and feels creepy. Holy crap! A whole bunch of arrows are pointing at us. Some gay wad named Haldir is saying, "You have entered the Realm of the Lady of the Wood. Come, she is waiting." Oopsie. That was an important guy. Or so Aragorn says. Now I'm walking up a whole bunch of stairs. My feet hurt. I'm gonna ask Boromir to carry up like he did at the exit of Moria.
Dear Journal,
Got out of Moria. Everyone did but Gandalf and my rock. First of all, Gandalf didn't get out because of the stupid Balrog. Stupid Balrog. It's his fault because he pulled him down a veryveryveryveryveryveryveryvery long and big pit. Last words of Gandalf "Fly, you fools." My rock didn't come out because the note said to throw it down a pit. The pit that Gandalf fell in was just perfect. So I threw it down. The note said to wait for it to hit the bottom, but I couldn't wait. You see, when Gandalf fell, I threw Gandalf down (the Gandalf I threw down was the name I gave to my rock) and I yelled "Gandalf" for my rock and Boromir picked me up and ran out of Moria. That's why I couldn't wait for it to hit the bottom. The note never said throwing the rock would be so emotional.Gandalf.
Entry #9
Dear Journal,
In these woods called Lothlorien. Looks and feels creepy. Holy crap! A whole bunch of arrows are pointing at us. Some gay wad named Haldir is saying, "You have entered the Realm of the Lady of the Wood. Come, she is waiting." Oopsie. That was an important guy. Or so Aragorn says. Now I'm walking up a whole bunch of stairs. My feet hurt. I'm gonna ask Boromir to carry up like he did at the exit of Moria.