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March 10, 3019,
The last couple days have been travel, stop, show the Staff of Arwen, get oohed and aahed, sleep eat, travel, stop etc. I did manage to overcome the Paths of the Dead; I have to congratulate myself on doing that. The shadow-king was very stubborn he was all mean and wanted to kill us, but I showed him Anduril and he was like, 'Oh, my god. You're the heir of Isildur!! I must bow down to your wishes.' Well, he wasn't all that gracious, I had to fight with him a little, but in the end he gave in. And right now, I am so bloody tired it's been travel, travel, travel all day. I have a measly headache and my stomach hurts, and ugggh. Curse Legolas who doesn't have to suffer headaches or stomachaches or any beastly disease or sickness. I wanna drive my hunting knife into his throat and make him give up his powers to his younger more needy umm, brother? Or is it cousin or nephew? Nah, I don't care at this point. Oh, and I am sleep deprived. REALLY sleep deprived. I wonder what Gandalf would do if he was here. Probably ask me to go drench my head. drench Okay, I feel much better. Thank you Gandalf! And if you're dead, let that thanks go with you to the Undying Lands. My god, I'm so lame. The future king and ruler of the land is sitting here, complaining to a piece of paper. Jeez, what is this world coming to?
Morning of March 15, 3019,
Somebody kindly remind me what I am doing here. I am sitting on this blasted boat, waiting for the sun to rise, so we can bloody get out of here!! Last night Legolas and I crept up on the corsairs, and single- handedly, (actually, 15 hands, Gimli and some of the Rangers helped too, Aransir has only one hand) killed all of them and took over their boats. Legolas suggested we wait for the sun to rise to we can actually see before sailing to Gondor. Thank you, Mr. Obvious. I wonder what's happening in the outside world. I know people are fighting, and that at least one Rohirrim must die soon, and Gandalf is in Minas Tirith, wait he is? Oh, never mind. Today I feel, is a day of war, of suffering, and of anguish, a day in which men shall win renown! It is a day in which not only man shall take part in war, hobbits as well! (among other things, Oliphaunts, orcs, that goblin/thing hybrid, and women.) DAMN!! I just feel so horrible, waiting on the edge of a battle I can't escape. I just wish now I was safe in Rivendell with a nice cup of ale.
Evening of March 15, 3019,
Brief highlights of the eventful day.
– Fire!
– Fire!
– Run!
– Stay! – ROOOARGH!
– Ha!
– Look, Oliphaunt!
– EEUARGH!
– AAAAAAAH!!
– Yummy, king meat.
– Back and die, dog!
– Noooo!
– I am no man!
– Kill me!
– YOU!
– Orlando Bloom on a pirate ship with a bunch of ghost things...wait, that's old.
– BLEAUURGH! sticks tounge out
- Bye bye, bad guy.
- 55% of people outside city collapse
- Handy these lads are...don't GO!
I think that's it. Eowyn, Merry and Faramir are in the Houses of Healing, I am about to go to the meeting in which we decide what to do, and well, erm then I get to go heal them!!
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Review. PLEASE!!! I beg you.
A/N(s): The chocolate took hold of my brain and told me to sleep for sometime. I will be finishing this before I go on vacation in two weeks so, thank you for staying and bearing with me!
OH! Please do check out my other LotR fanfics. Just click on the little button that says Cheesekakke above this, and scroll down. READ!!
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March 10, 3019,
The last couple days have been travel, stop, show the Staff of Arwen, get oohed and aahed, sleep eat, travel, stop etc. I did manage to overcome the Paths of the Dead; I have to congratulate myself on doing that. The shadow-king was very stubborn he was all mean and wanted to kill us, but I showed him Anduril and he was like, 'Oh, my god. You're the heir of Isildur!! I must bow down to your wishes.' Well, he wasn't all that gracious, I had to fight with him a little, but in the end he gave in. And right now, I am so bloody tired it's been travel, travel, travel all day. I have a measly headache and my stomach hurts, and ugggh. Curse Legolas who doesn't have to suffer headaches or stomachaches or any beastly disease or sickness. I wanna drive my hunting knife into his throat and make him give up his powers to his younger more needy umm, brother? Or is it cousin or nephew? Nah, I don't care at this point. Oh, and I am sleep deprived. REALLY sleep deprived. I wonder what Gandalf would do if he was here. Probably ask me to go drench my head. drench Okay, I feel much better. Thank you Gandalf! And if you're dead, let that thanks go with you to the Undying Lands. My god, I'm so lame. The future king and ruler of the land is sitting here, complaining to a piece of paper. Jeez, what is this world coming to?
Morning of March 15, 3019,
Somebody kindly remind me what I am doing here. I am sitting on this blasted boat, waiting for the sun to rise, so we can bloody get out of here!! Last night Legolas and I crept up on the corsairs, and single- handedly, (actually, 15 hands, Gimli and some of the Rangers helped too, Aransir has only one hand) killed all of them and took over their boats. Legolas suggested we wait for the sun to rise to we can actually see before sailing to Gondor. Thank you, Mr. Obvious. I wonder what's happening in the outside world. I know people are fighting, and that at least one Rohirrim must die soon, and Gandalf is in Minas Tirith, wait he is? Oh, never mind. Today I feel, is a day of war, of suffering, and of anguish, a day in which men shall win renown! It is a day in which not only man shall take part in war, hobbits as well! (among other things, Oliphaunts, orcs, that goblin/thing hybrid, and women.) DAMN!! I just feel so horrible, waiting on the edge of a battle I can't escape. I just wish now I was safe in Rivendell with a nice cup of ale.
Evening of March 15, 3019,
Brief highlights of the eventful day.
– Fire!
– Fire!
– Run!
– Stay! – ROOOARGH!
– Ha!
– Look, Oliphaunt!
– EEUARGH!
– AAAAAAAH!!
– Yummy, king meat.
– Back and die, dog!
– Noooo!
– I am no man!
– Kill me!
– YOU!
– Orlando Bloom on a pirate ship with a bunch of ghost things...wait, that's old.
– BLEAUURGH! sticks tounge out
- Bye bye, bad guy.
- 55% of people outside city collapse
- Handy these lads are...don't GO!
I think that's it. Eowyn, Merry and Faramir are in the Houses of Healing, I am about to go to the meeting in which we decide what to do, and well, erm then I get to go heal them!!
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Review. PLEASE!!! I beg you.
A/N(s): The chocolate took hold of my brain and told me to sleep for sometime. I will be finishing this before I go on vacation in two weeks so, thank you for staying and bearing with me!