Hiya! Hello peoplez! Stridyface is back! (glares at Indigo Star) I realized that the 2nd chapter is a bit messed up...I'll leave it! This chapter is going to occupy you guys while I study(I hope!) I have full of ideas about X-mas...very odd ones I must admit!
Disclaimer: If I did own LOTR, I would make Gimli die and I wouldn't be so freakin' buried in all these books to study for!
The I-guess-nobody-still-knows-that-I-have-a-freakin'-very-secretive book of Aragorn, son of Arathorn (did you notice, the diary's name gets longer every day?)
Day 4
I promised to write about last night, well, we walked around holding hands…hers were really cold! We dyed Legolas' hair black, gave Gimli a perm (wasn't my idea!), drank tea by using athelas , looked at the barren waste lands, promised to be alive and become king…tried finding names for our children…when the time comes…which is really soon by the look in Arwen's eyes. Hmm…my son's name should be like Elendil except El-something…haven't got a clue! And when I told her that, she told me to shut up and she kissed me…I was stunned…dunno why, she always did that in Rivendell…she kissed me again…and again…and again and she exasperated, "Aragorn!" told her sorry…she kissed me again and Arwen started to scowl like her father, who is my foster father! "Aragorn, son of Arathorn! I cannot believe that I ran away from my father and almost fell in a puddle of mud on my way here and I come here to see you and kiss you numerous times and all I freakin' get is-" that was when I kissed her, why? I wanted her to shut the bloody hell up! And of course she was scaring the butterflies that were flying above us…and oddly enough…she looked at me, as if she was angry. Arwen knew that something was wrong…"Aragorn, why do you look saddened? You used to be relaxed and now you're not. Death on Boromir has weakened you." And I assured her that it didn't. Stupid Boromir! If he didn't die, Arwen and I would have made-out…so we decided to sleep under a tree. When I woke up…when Gimli and Legolas found me…they glare at me…"Er…What up?" The dwarf had the pleasure of giving me a black-eye…ow! Where's Arwen?! Grrr…
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The almost-finished flower diary of Legolas, son of Thronduil (aren't you glad that it wasn't long?)
Day 4
AHH! My beautiful blond hair is now black! AAAAGH! Why my hair?! HAHAHAHA! Gimli has a perm! Now he really looks like a she-dwarf! Who's the sissy now,eh? Found Aragorn in forest…why is he smiling? POW! Gimli gives him a black-eye…HI!HI! I'm still the hottest guy! Aragorn runs around the forest…searching another twig again? Don't think that he's aware of Gimli swinging and chasing him with his axe…I'm just sitting writing in my diary now…oops! Shouldn't have written that!
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The completely-messed-up-stupid notebook of Gimli, son of Gloin
Day 4
Too busy to write, swinging my axe and chasing Isildur's Heir!
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The prettiful-and-yet-somehow-dad-reads-it diary of Arwen, daughter of Elrond
Day 4
I'm planning to prank Aragorn…still haven't thought about it though! Frustrated…couldn't make-out with him…stupid Boromir! If that imbecile didn't die, Aragorn and I would have made-out but nooooo! Yay! My scar is fully healed…Aragorn used to just stare at it in disgust…he thought that I slept with the Steward of Gondor's son and that he cut me…ew! Plan to follow the fellowship dudes…Uh oh! I hear daddy Elrond scowling all the way from Rivendell…hmm…I guess that he just found about my escape. Apparently, Legolas is almost finishing his flower diary…(sigh) when will I ever stop gossiping!
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Like before...I wish you guys A Merry(not the hobbit!) Christmas...a Happy New Year and don't forget! The Two towers December 18th, 2002 the fellowship (remaining) would continue their desperate journey! TA! (Runs back into the forest) "Wait! Wait for me! I want to join the fellowship! I could replace Boromir! I'm from Gondor! I could represent the White City! I could represent the White City! Wait up!" The dwarf, elf and man look at the 13 year old and seem surprised.