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October 18, 3018,
Arwen!! She just showed up a couple minutes ago. I must be floating in a dream. She asked me about my diary. How did she know? She said that I must have not used it lately. She said it had dust on it. Elves! How can they be so good? How did she know?? They pay attention to every detail. SHE USED MY MOVE!! I'm the one who showed her how to approach people and stick swords up their throats. That was my move I used on Elladan and Elrohir. It was MINE! And she wants to take Frodo to Rivendell alone. With nine Nazgul following her? At least she has enough sense to ask her brother first, even if I'm not older. I said she could go, I know what is at stake. Good thing too, otherwise I would have never let her go. I would have kept her here, just the two of us. *sigh* I must put work in front of other things. Have to go, must keep the hobbits from overeating.
October 24, 3018,
I made it to Rivendell a couple of days ago with the rest of the Hobbits. I plan to catch up on my lessons today. Elrond insists on teaching me until I am hundred, or King, whichever one comes first. I think I'll become King first. Something grand and wonderful is nearing, I can feel it in the air, and my bones. Well today is a light lesson, just a couple of books he wants me to read. I think I'll sit in the sword room and read them. I met a man today. He was overall rather decent, except he paid no attention and gave no respect to the Kings of Old. How could he? But I kept my temper, like a good boy, or Elrond would throw me out of the house. And then, as soon as he left, Arwen came along, and dragged me to that bridge place where we first met. We had lots of fun. *wink, wink, grin, grin, giggle* She gave me the Evenstar. I always liked that necklace, er, sorry, no, pendant. It's a pendant. And his Lord Elrond, *blast him, can't he give people some time by themselves?* wants me to attend some secret council tomorrow. Secret? He's blasting it out to all of Rivendell, I think.
October 25, 3018,
Went to joyous bloody council today, oh happy me. I saw that man again, that one I saw yesterday. His name is Boromir, he's the son of the Steward, Lord Denethor. *Steward. Steward, remember, not King* I saw Legolas too, he seems to be getting old. It only been one *elf* year since I saw him last and that was when I was about 36. *Now we all know why elves live so long and stay do young* I also met Gimli. He seems okay, a rather comical person really. He's always there to lend a helping hand. He's a dwarf. You can tell that easily. It's the beards. Elves don't have them, and as for men, well, no comment. I've been roped into leaving for Mordor, should be fun. Lots of orcs, and evil creatures to defeat on the way. Yipee!! But I'll have to leave Arwen. I really don't wish to, with my 90th birthday coming up, the Valar knows how long this venture will take. But I'm going, all four hobbits are going *Goodness knows how* Gandalf's going, Gimli's going, Legolas' is going, and Boromir is going. I didn't want Boromir to come but he did his "If this is the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done." Blast Gondor!! Why can't we all unite peacefully under one banner, under one stinking King!! Must go now, have to pack, and have to say bye to Gilraen. I really miss her.
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October 18, 3018,
Arwen!! She just showed up a couple minutes ago. I must be floating in a dream. She asked me about my diary. How did she know? She said that I must have not used it lately. She said it had dust on it. Elves! How can they be so good? How did she know?? They pay attention to every detail. SHE USED MY MOVE!! I'm the one who showed her how to approach people and stick swords up their throats. That was my move I used on Elladan and Elrohir. It was MINE! And she wants to take Frodo to Rivendell alone. With nine Nazgul following her? At least she has enough sense to ask her brother first, even if I'm not older. I said she could go, I know what is at stake. Good thing too, otherwise I would have never let her go. I would have kept her here, just the two of us. *sigh* I must put work in front of other things. Have to go, must keep the hobbits from overeating.
October 24, 3018,
I made it to Rivendell a couple of days ago with the rest of the Hobbits. I plan to catch up on my lessons today. Elrond insists on teaching me until I am hundred, or King, whichever one comes first. I think I'll become King first. Something grand and wonderful is nearing, I can feel it in the air, and my bones. Well today is a light lesson, just a couple of books he wants me to read. I think I'll sit in the sword room and read them. I met a man today. He was overall rather decent, except he paid no attention and gave no respect to the Kings of Old. How could he? But I kept my temper, like a good boy, or Elrond would throw me out of the house. And then, as soon as he left, Arwen came along, and dragged me to that bridge place where we first met. We had lots of fun. *wink, wink, grin, grin, giggle* She gave me the Evenstar. I always liked that necklace, er, sorry, no, pendant. It's a pendant. And his Lord Elrond, *blast him, can't he give people some time by themselves?* wants me to attend some secret council tomorrow. Secret? He's blasting it out to all of Rivendell, I think.
October 25, 3018,
Went to joyous bloody council today, oh happy me. I saw that man again, that one I saw yesterday. His name is Boromir, he's the son of the Steward, Lord Denethor. *Steward. Steward, remember, not King* I saw Legolas too, he seems to be getting old. It only been one *elf* year since I saw him last and that was when I was about 36. *Now we all know why elves live so long and stay do young* I also met Gimli. He seems okay, a rather comical person really. He's always there to lend a helping hand. He's a dwarf. You can tell that easily. It's the beards. Elves don't have them, and as for men, well, no comment. I've been roped into leaving for Mordor, should be fun. Lots of orcs, and evil creatures to defeat on the way. Yipee!! But I'll have to leave Arwen. I really don't wish to, with my 90th birthday coming up, the Valar knows how long this venture will take. But I'm going, all four hobbits are going *Goodness knows how* Gandalf's going, Gimli's going, Legolas' is going, and Boromir is going. I didn't want Boromir to come but he did his "If this is the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done." Blast Gondor!! Why can't we all unite peacefully under one banner, under one stinking King!! Must go now, have to pack, and have to say bye to Gilraen. I really miss her.
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