Yay! Another chapter is up!!! Sorry it took so long. Once I saw that
Boromir was next I found that it was really hard to write a diary for him.
Boromir just isn't the 'diary' type if you know what I mean. Thanks for all
the lovely reviews! Tear I felt so good that my first fanfic was good. Tear
I feel so special! *eye twitch* Well, on with the fic!
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR or any of Tolkien's work. But me and Christopher are having a business luncheon to talk that whole matter over. ^_^
The Good Old Days
Ok, so we all know that the inhabitants (well, most) of Middle-Earth are very wise and learned of the lore of their home. But, what was it like before they had learned all of this? Here I reveal to you the not-so-secret diaries of the Fellowship. I give you Boromir.
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First Day: "I guess we have to do these all year. Hmph. I see no point in this craft. It will not help me in battle. But I will carry out my duties for I will be the greatest steward of Gondor!" ((kinda haughty, no?))
End of First Week: "This school shall ROT IN THE ACCURSED LAND OF MORDOR! Its students do not recognize my great inheritance. One particularly lowly subject, Aragorn son of Arathorn, as he calls himself, seems to think that HE should be the KING of Gondor. Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king. I shall befriend him though; in the hopes we may find ourselves on the edge of a cliff. Ha. The fool thinks I am actually going to be friends with him. NEVER!" ((O.o.frightening))
Wednesday of the Third Week: "I know all that I have been ranting about is how Aragorn is such a monstrous being. Thinking he should be king of Gondor. Well, though I do not particularly care for this idea, he is not so bad a character as I had imagined. Maybe we can skip the cliff. Maybe."
Beginning of Fifth Week: "I have noticed a certain young hobbit. Frodo I think his name is. He seems to have some sort of ring. I must know more about this ring. This may sound preposterous but I think he can turn invisible when he has it on. And Aragorn said something about Sauron. He made the ring but for evil purposes. Long has Sauron tortured me through his sparring class. Why not give Gondor the weapon of the enemy? Why not let us use it against him. My fellow Gondorians will be glad to have this ring. Aragorn seems to think otherwise. Something about we cannot use it. None of us can. But what would a mere ranger know of this matter? Nevermind. I will have the ring. Even if I have to chase Frodo up a leafy hill with supposed firewood. It's mine! It should be mine!" ((Boromir scares me))
Two Days Before Halloween: "Curse those foul halflings! They do not seem to get the fact that I am a steward's son!!! Curses! Curses! I shall have my revenge. Merry first. Then Pippin. Me and Gimli had to be fighting partners with those two halflings. Well, they aren't very good so I decided to help them out while Gimli rested. He's not a very good runner it seems. Anyway, the hobbits were doing pretty well and I accidentally nicked one of their fingers and they just attacked me! Forget the swords! The just came full force. It's hard to pull tiny creatures off of you too. So Aragorn came and helped. No good. Thankfully a flock of Crebain flew by. Gimli thought it was a wisp of cloud. But it was moving fast, and against the wind. I knew. I always know. Oh well."
One Week before Winter Break: It snowed today. Frodo fell down a small hill. His ring came off. I picked it up. Then, I realized that all my discomfort was caused by that little thing.such a little thing. Then that butt wad Aragorn had to go and screw up my fuzzy happy moment and tell me to give it back. Butt wad. Anyway. There's this really nasty, mean, ugly Uruk at school. He's mad at me for some reason. Him and his other bully Uruks were messing with those two hobbits. I tried to stop them and well, he got mad. Hopefully he doesn't try and kill me by shooting three arrows through my chest, making me gasp and fall to my knees, but still allowing enough stamina for me to keep fighting, only to fall two more times. Aragorn would probably be there to help me and kill that nasty Uruk by chopping off his head."
One week after Winter Break: "We went on a field trip to study the evilness of mountains. We went to one called Caradhras. It was really evil too. ((In the book it wasn't Saruman who did the mountain thing it was the mountain. Just so ya know. ^_~)) It tried to bury us under snow. Then the almighty Frodo said we should go visit mines instead. What the hell? Mines? Gandalf shows favoritism towards Frodo. Hmph. Not that I really care for Gandalf as a teacher. He's too old and crinkly. Gross."
One Week before Spring Break: "That elf Legolas who moved here a week ago is getting on my nerves. He gets all the girls in this damn school. Which shall still rot in the accursed land of Mordor I might add. For we all know that it is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breath there is a poisonous fume. A very fitting place for an accursed school to be."
Three Weeks after Spring Break: "Do the teachers read these? Oh well, I'm going to say it anyway. That Galadriel is an elfin witch! She can read minds for Valinor's sake! And there is always this glint on her finger. Very annoying not to mention blinding when held in the sun the right way. They should never have let her work here. She seems to think that I will go nuts over Frodo's ring too. I've found out it makes you invisible too. Frodo went invisible once. And kicked me. I fell down. I'm tired of this school. Thank the gods that it's almost over."
Three Days before the End of School: "Well, despite all past grievances towards Aragorn, he is not so bad a man. When he said he would not the White City fall, nor our people fail, it made me feel happy. In an, I'm about to die so I'm glad you said that, way. I would not be ashamed to call him my brother, my captain, my king. This notebook is getting wet. I shall miss this when I'm gone. But it shall still ROT IN THE ACCURSED LAND OF MORDOR!"
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Well, that's the end of Boromir's diary. I didn't find it as funny as Aragorn's, but as I have said before, Boromir isn't exactly a funny person. And I just realized; I won't be able to do Legolas's. If I did it wouldn't be very long since he transfers two weeks before Spring Break. I will if I get enough reviews wanting a Legolas diary. But be forewarned, it wouldn't be very long, at all. Well, if I don't do Legolas next, it will be Frodo. Meanwhile, I'm writing another fanfic in the present with all the ME characters. But *gasp* Legolas has multiple personality syndrome. *gasp gasp* Please r&r this chapter and my other story! Thanks again to all my past and hopefully future reviewers!
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR or any of Tolkien's work. But me and Christopher are having a business luncheon to talk that whole matter over. ^_^
The Good Old Days
Ok, so we all know that the inhabitants (well, most) of Middle-Earth are very wise and learned of the lore of their home. But, what was it like before they had learned all of this? Here I reveal to you the not-so-secret diaries of the Fellowship. I give you Boromir.
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First Day: "I guess we have to do these all year. Hmph. I see no point in this craft. It will not help me in battle. But I will carry out my duties for I will be the greatest steward of Gondor!" ((kinda haughty, no?))
End of First Week: "This school shall ROT IN THE ACCURSED LAND OF MORDOR! Its students do not recognize my great inheritance. One particularly lowly subject, Aragorn son of Arathorn, as he calls himself, seems to think that HE should be the KING of Gondor. Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king. I shall befriend him though; in the hopes we may find ourselves on the edge of a cliff. Ha. The fool thinks I am actually going to be friends with him. NEVER!" ((O.o.frightening))
Wednesday of the Third Week: "I know all that I have been ranting about is how Aragorn is such a monstrous being. Thinking he should be king of Gondor. Well, though I do not particularly care for this idea, he is not so bad a character as I had imagined. Maybe we can skip the cliff. Maybe."
Beginning of Fifth Week: "I have noticed a certain young hobbit. Frodo I think his name is. He seems to have some sort of ring. I must know more about this ring. This may sound preposterous but I think he can turn invisible when he has it on. And Aragorn said something about Sauron. He made the ring but for evil purposes. Long has Sauron tortured me through his sparring class. Why not give Gondor the weapon of the enemy? Why not let us use it against him. My fellow Gondorians will be glad to have this ring. Aragorn seems to think otherwise. Something about we cannot use it. None of us can. But what would a mere ranger know of this matter? Nevermind. I will have the ring. Even if I have to chase Frodo up a leafy hill with supposed firewood. It's mine! It should be mine!" ((Boromir scares me))
Two Days Before Halloween: "Curse those foul halflings! They do not seem to get the fact that I am a steward's son!!! Curses! Curses! I shall have my revenge. Merry first. Then Pippin. Me and Gimli had to be fighting partners with those two halflings. Well, they aren't very good so I decided to help them out while Gimli rested. He's not a very good runner it seems. Anyway, the hobbits were doing pretty well and I accidentally nicked one of their fingers and they just attacked me! Forget the swords! The just came full force. It's hard to pull tiny creatures off of you too. So Aragorn came and helped. No good. Thankfully a flock of Crebain flew by. Gimli thought it was a wisp of cloud. But it was moving fast, and against the wind. I knew. I always know. Oh well."
One Week before Winter Break: It snowed today. Frodo fell down a small hill. His ring came off. I picked it up. Then, I realized that all my discomfort was caused by that little thing.such a little thing. Then that butt wad Aragorn had to go and screw up my fuzzy happy moment and tell me to give it back. Butt wad. Anyway. There's this really nasty, mean, ugly Uruk at school. He's mad at me for some reason. Him and his other bully Uruks were messing with those two hobbits. I tried to stop them and well, he got mad. Hopefully he doesn't try and kill me by shooting three arrows through my chest, making me gasp and fall to my knees, but still allowing enough stamina for me to keep fighting, only to fall two more times. Aragorn would probably be there to help me and kill that nasty Uruk by chopping off his head."
One week after Winter Break: "We went on a field trip to study the evilness of mountains. We went to one called Caradhras. It was really evil too. ((In the book it wasn't Saruman who did the mountain thing it was the mountain. Just so ya know. ^_~)) It tried to bury us under snow. Then the almighty Frodo said we should go visit mines instead. What the hell? Mines? Gandalf shows favoritism towards Frodo. Hmph. Not that I really care for Gandalf as a teacher. He's too old and crinkly. Gross."
One Week before Spring Break: "That elf Legolas who moved here a week ago is getting on my nerves. He gets all the girls in this damn school. Which shall still rot in the accursed land of Mordor I might add. For we all know that it is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breath there is a poisonous fume. A very fitting place for an accursed school to be."
Three Weeks after Spring Break: "Do the teachers read these? Oh well, I'm going to say it anyway. That Galadriel is an elfin witch! She can read minds for Valinor's sake! And there is always this glint on her finger. Very annoying not to mention blinding when held in the sun the right way. They should never have let her work here. She seems to think that I will go nuts over Frodo's ring too. I've found out it makes you invisible too. Frodo went invisible once. And kicked me. I fell down. I'm tired of this school. Thank the gods that it's almost over."
Three Days before the End of School: "Well, despite all past grievances towards Aragorn, he is not so bad a man. When he said he would not the White City fall, nor our people fail, it made me feel happy. In an, I'm about to die so I'm glad you said that, way. I would not be ashamed to call him my brother, my captain, my king. This notebook is getting wet. I shall miss this when I'm gone. But it shall still ROT IN THE ACCURSED LAND OF MORDOR!"
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Well, that's the end of Boromir's diary. I didn't find it as funny as Aragorn's, but as I have said before, Boromir isn't exactly a funny person. And I just realized; I won't be able to do Legolas's. If I did it wouldn't be very long since he transfers two weeks before Spring Break. I will if I get enough reviews wanting a Legolas diary. But be forewarned, it wouldn't be very long, at all. Well, if I don't do Legolas next, it will be Frodo. Meanwhile, I'm writing another fanfic in the present with all the ME characters. But *gasp* Legolas has multiple personality syndrome. *gasp gasp* Please r&r this chapter and my other story! Thanks again to all my past and hopefully future reviewers!