Dear Diary,
Staying in Lothlorien at the mo. Want to cry for poor old Dalfy but fear it will blemish my skin and ruin centuries of carefully managed bagless-circles under eyes. Hair gone to waste. Pretty Elves singing a lament for Gandalf, and I feel like a nice deep-cleansing spa bath. Aah, there's a nice looking pool over there......

Later......
Galadriel chucked me out of her private Jacuzzi and I was revealed in all my beautiful nakedness. Many stared, especially Homey. On second thoughts, maybe that's a bad thing. Uh oh, now I fear the worst.
Oh well, at least I got my hair washed, if only with cheap shampoo from the Co-op. It smells of that stuff that the servants in our palace use to wash dishes. I'm not exactly sure, really. I've never visited their quarters. Too grim. Anyway, hair looks good. A bit tousled and wavy from the heat of this enchanted forest, a bit frizzy. More and more I find myself wishing for John Freida..... Aargh!

Later......
I am not Galadriel's favourite person and for the immortal life of me I can't think why. All I did was (try to) style my hair in her bowl of water. (She said it was a special mirror but I just saw shiny liquid.) Anyway, she kicked my firmed buttocks with a pointy-toed black stiletto knee boot, and I fear I may have a mark. Evil Elf Queen.
And then I was tucking into some yummy lembas bread (I know it's a step down from caviar and grilled dragon wings) when Boily snatched it off me and began hissing. 'My bread, it's mine, it is. My preciousssssssssss...'
While he was doing this, I quietly ran for my immortal life. Weird folk, my companions, very weird. There's Homey singing about fireworks (his voice sounds like sandpaper! Hang on, do we have sandpaper? What is paper anyway? We have parchment, don't we? Confused!), Curly and Stuffy arguing about some things called warts (apparently they're hard lumps that you get on your hands and feet. *Shiver* Well, I have to say I've never experienced this infirmity, and hope never to. I suspect they will be likely to last for millenia, and are not things I want to have polluting my perfect body for the rest of my immortality!), Ugly crying (It's not doing your ugliness any good - screwing your face up like that gives you wrinkles), Carrot-Top snoring so loudly that he's shaking all the non-existent dust-fibres out of my very expensive gown and Stinky - well, not being stinky! I think Celeborn (great guy, shame about his taste in women) must have had Isildur's Heir walk through a curtain of enchanted water or something - he smells like lavender and elanor. And it's strangely attractive. Maybe I should try it. Rose scent does get a bit boring after two thousand years.....
Anyway, am tired, sad, distressed, lonely and miserable. But, on the bright side I'm a) not any of my companions, and b) the most gorgeous Elf that ever lived! Yay! Maybe there is some good in this world afterall.

Dear Diary,
Have left Lorien and are currently boating on the Anduin. I feel my biceps gaining mass by the second - and well they should, rowing Carrot-Top along. He's like a lead weight - only ginger.
Actually, I have recently gained a subtle respect for him - did I just admit that out loud? Don't tell the dwarf! Anyway, we were given gifts by Galadriel and he had the decency enough not to blurt out a request for dark hair dye (which he really should have done), but instead he looked at the ground and politely asked for a lock of her golden hair. When I asked him about it, he said she'd given him three. Bless! Carrot-Top has a crush on the evil Elf-witch! Well, he's welcome to her! I'll be a virgin all my life - father says women give you premature worry lines, and I do not want any of those, thank you very much!

Later......
Camping on the riverside. Stinky (yes, sadly it seems his manly essence of sweat and grime is too overwhelming for the delicate fragrance of lavender and elanor) thinks we will be safe here from orcs on the other shore, but it is not that bank I fear...... I'm increasingly anxious about these foul creatures now - if they do attack us, I fear I may get orc blood on my bow! Maybe even on my gown! The Valar forbid on my hair..... Aaaagh!

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Wasn't sure whether to continue this, I don't think its as good as the first chapter, what do you think?? Hana X