A/N dude! I'm back! So how is everyone? Good, I would strongly hope.
I, Herrilasse, soon to be the queen of Mirkwood, write this in my own hand.
Mid January Well, maybe Thranduil isn't too bad. He's rather handsome, actually. Dark blond hair, dark emerald eyes, very tall... Well, he isn't bad anyway. In about ten more minutes, I'm going to go on a hunt with him. I'm riding Lumnaë. I'm also going to wear my Lothlorien cloak. Oh well, I have to saddle Lumnaë before we depart...I suppose I 'll go and do just that.
Later-----
For some odd reason, my husband-to-be despises my Lothlorien cloak. Perhaps he resents the high Elves? Who knows....it will be something that I shall have to find out.
I looked out of the window, resting my head on my hand. A storm was beginning outside, whipping the slender birch trees surrounding the stream. I turned back to the diary.
The next page was blank. The one after it had a perfectly made drawing of a horse and a foal, the horse of stormy gray, mimicking the gathering clouds outside, and the foal of pearly white. I supposed that they were Herrilasse's elf-steeds.
The journal continued on the next.
Next day---
But before I could continue, the door opened.
A/N WHO WILL IT BE??? TO FIND OUT, YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE! MUAH! MUAH! **COUGHS HYSTERICALLY** I'M OKAY! DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! Would you mortals like to hear the PRICE? Here it is!
YOU HAVE TO WAIT FOR ME TO FINISH THE NEXT CHAPTER!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!!!
Lol, like anyone actually wants to read this anyway.
I, Herrilasse, soon to be the queen of Mirkwood, write this in my own hand.
Mid January Well, maybe Thranduil isn't too bad. He's rather handsome, actually. Dark blond hair, dark emerald eyes, very tall... Well, he isn't bad anyway. In about ten more minutes, I'm going to go on a hunt with him. I'm riding Lumnaë. I'm also going to wear my Lothlorien cloak. Oh well, I have to saddle Lumnaë before we depart...I suppose I 'll go and do just that.
Later-----
For some odd reason, my husband-to-be despises my Lothlorien cloak. Perhaps he resents the high Elves? Who knows....it will be something that I shall have to find out.
I looked out of the window, resting my head on my hand. A storm was beginning outside, whipping the slender birch trees surrounding the stream. I turned back to the diary.
The next page was blank. The one after it had a perfectly made drawing of a horse and a foal, the horse of stormy gray, mimicking the gathering clouds outside, and the foal of pearly white. I supposed that they were Herrilasse's elf-steeds.
The journal continued on the next.
Next day---
But before I could continue, the door opened.
A/N WHO WILL IT BE??? TO FIND OUT, YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE! MUAH! MUAH! **COUGHS HYSTERICALLY** I'M OKAY! DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! Would you mortals like to hear the PRICE? Here it is!
YOU HAVE TO WAIT FOR ME TO FINISH THE NEXT CHAPTER!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!!!
Lol, like anyone actually wants to read this anyway.