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January 9th, 3019,
We're right below the Misty Mountains, we cross them in a weeks time. We're all having tons of fun, Boromir is teaching Merry and Pippin how to fight, Frodo is staring off into the distance, Sam is cooking, Gandalf is thinking, Gimli is smoking, I am smoking and writing in my diary. Oh yeah, Legolas is keeping an eye out for any evil. I would suspect some Crebain from Dunland coming. I bet Saruman wished to keep tabs on what we are doing. Pippin, (or is it Merry?) has knocked Boromir down, and all of them are on top of each other, looks like a friendly scuffle, I wish to join. OOOF!! Hobbits!!! They are strong, I just got knocked down by one of them. Legolas is hollering for us to hide, must go and obey the princeling's wishes.
January 12th, 3019,
Bloody damn snow!!! I'm freezing to bits here, so is everybody else except Legolas, he can walk on the freaking snow!! Damn him!! There is a foul voice on the winds, must be Saruman's, he wants us to fail. FREAK!!! The Heir of Isildur does not give up so easily, you have to fight to get past my land!! I don't think we can continue this way, the cliff is collapsing. And we have the glorious debut of Gandalf the Predictable. He wants somebody to make the choice whether we should go through Moria, and he gave the choice to Frodo!! I could decide way better than him. I would have chosen to stay here and freeze up than go through that hellhole of a mine. Anyway, I must go on, Frodo's choice is one that counts.
January 14th, 3019,
Well this turned out to be very nice, we just found out Gimli's uncle (or great-uncle) died, and we are the only living GOOD creatures in Moria. Gandalf is reading from some dumb diary, and Pippin is getting in trouble, must go try to stop him, notice the word try. And glorious, he just knocked over some junk. Well, we shall have goblins, and ocrs and, bloody Valar, Sting has turned blue!!! I must go fight for the Fellowship now, otherwise it's the noose for all of us, a short drop and a sudden stop. I think that's the orcs preferred way of execution. The other one is the clean head chop. Have to go and save the lives of the people, and elves, and dwarves, and Istari, and hobbits here, I swore to protect them or die.
January 18th, 3019,
I apologize for not writing in my beloved diary for so long.
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Review. PLEASE!!! I beg you.
A/N(s):
I really hope I got the quotation from PotC right, if I didn't just tell me.
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January 9th, 3019,
We're right below the Misty Mountains, we cross them in a weeks time. We're all having tons of fun, Boromir is teaching Merry and Pippin how to fight, Frodo is staring off into the distance, Sam is cooking, Gandalf is thinking, Gimli is smoking, I am smoking and writing in my diary. Oh yeah, Legolas is keeping an eye out for any evil. I would suspect some Crebain from Dunland coming. I bet Saruman wished to keep tabs on what we are doing. Pippin, (or is it Merry?) has knocked Boromir down, and all of them are on top of each other, looks like a friendly scuffle, I wish to join. OOOF!! Hobbits!!! They are strong, I just got knocked down by one of them. Legolas is hollering for us to hide, must go and obey the princeling's wishes.
January 12th, 3019,
Bloody damn snow!!! I'm freezing to bits here, so is everybody else except Legolas, he can walk on the freaking snow!! Damn him!! There is a foul voice on the winds, must be Saruman's, he wants us to fail. FREAK!!! The Heir of Isildur does not give up so easily, you have to fight to get past my land!! I don't think we can continue this way, the cliff is collapsing. And we have the glorious debut of Gandalf the Predictable. He wants somebody to make the choice whether we should go through Moria, and he gave the choice to Frodo!! I could decide way better than him. I would have chosen to stay here and freeze up than go through that hellhole of a mine. Anyway, I must go on, Frodo's choice is one that counts.
January 14th, 3019,
Well this turned out to be very nice, we just found out Gimli's uncle (or great-uncle) died, and we are the only living GOOD creatures in Moria. Gandalf is reading from some dumb diary, and Pippin is getting in trouble, must go try to stop him, notice the word try. And glorious, he just knocked over some junk. Well, we shall have goblins, and ocrs and, bloody Valar, Sting has turned blue!!! I must go fight for the Fellowship now, otherwise it's the noose for all of us, a short drop and a sudden stop. I think that's the orcs preferred way of execution. The other one is the clean head chop. Have to go and save the lives of the people, and elves, and dwarves, and Istari, and hobbits here, I swore to protect them or die.
January 18th, 3019,
I apologize for not writing in my beloved diary for so long.
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Review. PLEASE!!! I beg you.
A/N(s):
I really hope I got the quotation from PotC right, if I didn't just tell me.