Confused? So am I.
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Woo!!!!!! Okay, I got reviews!!! Nice ones, too, so I'll update this chapter and hope to get reviews for this one too!
Sorry that it didn't really start off with much LotR-ness, the fic I mean, but now that this chica's in Rivendell, things should be Tolkiening up a lot.
...I just hope this fic doesn't end up cheesy beyond belief. I'm also thinking of having the girl not remember her real name, so she chooses an Elvish name for herself. I like the name Wilwarin, it means Butterfly. Just as a cute little thing, I'm making those little aterisk-star thing (which aren't showing up on fanfiction.net anymore for some weird reason) that separate the entries and A/N's from each other be little " )i( " because it looks like a butterfly!
Review with your opinions on this, please!
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October 25
Frodo's up. That's right, I remember the whole date thing now, when Gandalf tells him the time-slash-date et cetera of the day when Frodo wakes up. Yeah, 'cause he NEEDS that info. Maybe the poor hobbit needed his Sammy- wammy.
Well, he certainly got him, because I was sitting on the balcony a little ways away from Frodo's room when I saw Sam sprint into the room like his very life depended on it. Merry and Pippin tried to sneak in after him, but I held them back, trying desperately to tell them that, sorry, guys, but he's just woken up from nearly DYING and would probably like one hobbit-hug at a time, thank you. I guess they got the message, 'cause they sighed, left, and about half an hour later I heard shouts and squeals and laughter from another balcony (which reminds me, how many balconies has this place GOT?!)
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I don't think the cooks like me anymore...
See, I was hungry, and I couldn't find the hobbits, who were sure candidates for having food, so I walk into the kitchen. Okay, no one here and, ooh, looky there, a pie!!! FOOOOOOOOD!!! So I grabbed it, and ow, HOT! It was good though, I think it was blueberry or something. I didn't even eat the whole THING, I just took a fork and dug in...
Like they would blame an ELF when there are four HOBBITS around?
Well, I bet they wouldn't, if it weren't for the fact that one cook caught me. With a mouthful of pie. And I think, yep, some of it was dribbling down my chin. Which was sad, 'cause the cook was kind of attractive.
So I tried to flirt my way out of it all ("Hey there, wanna share some of this? licks spoon It's great...") which didn't work, because, hey, maybe EVERYONE here is gay or something. Anyway, then I tried bolting. That worked. So I decided, well, since I have no life, this reality or my own, I might as well write. So I grabbed my bag and ran for the library.
That old wrinkly hobbit man, Bilbo, he's in here. I asked him if he would be so kind as to teach me Westron, and he agreed. Woohoo! I can now quite sufficiently say "Where is fill-in-the-blank's-name?", "Do you speak Sindarin?", and the ever-important "Where is the bathroom?" I tried learning the actual language, but Sir Wrinkly tried forcing the difference between consonant sounds and vowel sounds on me, so I bailed.
Guess what?! I made daisy chains!
Shut up, I know it's pathetic. But there's seriously nothing to do.
Okay, you know what? I'm going to stop complaining about nothing interesting coming to me (because HELLO!!! I'm in MIDDLE-EARTH!!!!) and go to something interesting myself. So there. Mwaha.
I think I'll go look for Frodo; he can speak Elvish, I think.
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Oct. 26
Well, as for yesterday, I decide to grace the elves with my holy presence (cough) and I sang. I guess I was okay, since no one in the world, this one or mine, has a voice to equal Amy Lee's. That's right, I sang Taking Over Me. Mwaha.
And you know what really made me kind of upset? Since I don't have my LotR book, I didn't realize that yesterday was the Council of Elrond!!!!!!!! I totally missed it!!!!!! I lost my only chance of getting to go with the Fellowship!!!!!
I MISSED MY ONLY CHANCE WITH FRODO.
I have sinned.
Wait...they aren't leaving for another, what, two months? I'm still good, right? Yeah...okay, so I have to beg Elrond to let me go with. Heh, yeah, he's really an old softie at heart. Although, I can just imagine that conversation:
"Lord Elrond?"
"Yes?"
"Can I go with the Fellowship on the journey, likely to my doom, so I can get a chance to give myself some fangirl-happy and kiss Frodo?"
"..."
Yeah. HAH! I guess I could, like, stalk them or something. I'd be way to embarrassed to actually ask Elrond anyway, geez...
Yeah, I think I'll stalk them. Except that Legolas is an ELF, and Aragorn's like, the coolest Ranger in the world, and Gandalf's a wizard, and that Gimli thing is just SCARY. I'd get caught the second I stepped foot outside Rivendell. I could DIE, if I manage to keep from getting caught, I'm sure; an orc or something would kill me. I'm likely to starve to death, since the cooks hate me. I only know Elvish, so if I manage to not get caught, killed, or starved, if I get LOST, then I have no freakin' way of getting back to Rivendell.
Good God, look, I have all those reasons NOT TO FOLLOW THE FELLOWSHIP!!! So I guess I won't. Also, I've got myself a sort of tour guide/babysitting/cook/entertainer job for the hobbits. Pippin, Merry and I are going to prank Rivendell like it's never been pranked before.
Would you believe that ink and spaghetti noodles work just like Silly String? And who needs rubber spiders and mice when we have a FOREST right next door?
Mwahahaha...
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December 23
Oh. My. God. I am so sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!! I haven't written in AGES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been eternally busy, but I've made friends!!!!!!
I've got myself three guy friends and a girl friend. Woo. Lilaïn's the girl, she's super cool. My guy friends are Fallanér, Tûlcon, and Lilaïn's older brother Lëriulòn. Jesus, those are some hard names to write.
((A/N- can you tell I had fun with the Alt key? Ooh yeah... Alt 147: ô. Alt 148: ö. Hehehe...))
Do they ALL have to have such fancy little decorations?! Honestly...
Fallanér's the oldest, he's AGES old. He still looks about eighteen, though. He's got dark hair and eyes, and he's really tall. Lëriulòn is next oldest, but I don't remember his exact age, something-thousand or so, and he has light brown hair and green eyes. Tûlcon and Lilaïn are the same age, but they look like they're fourteen! They're so cute together, and they've been friends forever, they said. Tûlcon has inky-black hair and eyes just as dark, and Lilaïn is the only one with light hair and clear eyes!
Actually, I'm serious, her hair is so 'light' it's not even got a colour!! It's almost white, that's how light blonde it is. And her eyes are so clear blue that they're almost white too! It's really scary, she's almost a ghost! Lëriulòn says that their mother has some kind of illness and it sapped the colour from Lilaïn. Does that mean she's an elven albino? Weird...but still cute!
And on to other news...
The Fellowship is leaving in one day!!!!!!!!!!! This is awful!!!!!!! I've only seen Frodo like, four times, and all I get is a polite, stiff, "Hello."
Sigh-worthy. Not. I think I'm going to follow them...
But WAIT! Okay self, re: above. Previous entry. See all those reasons NOT TO GO?!?!?!?! Yeah?!?!?! Okay, so you aren't going are you? Nope? No...? Wait...why are you packing?
Damnit, why AM I packing?!
Let's see, clothes:
Tunics? Check. Shirts? Gotcha. Breeches? Leggings? Skirts? Dresses? Done and done-er. Capes? Coats? Small portable weapons? Yep, yep, yep. Nightclothes? Pillows? Blankets? Yessiree. Cooking stuff? Cutlery?? FOOD?!?!?!?!?!?!
Okay, attack on the kitchen before I leave.
DAMN...I'm gonna need a pack horse. Or eight.
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Woo! Chapter two is done, and up! Reviewer responses!!!
Tourniquetangel – Thanks so much!!! You're my first reviewer!!!! Have a muffin! Hands you a muffin Hands you another because you're my first reviewer
pIPPINpIRATE – Thanks!! I thought the idea was cool too, hehe... and, well, here's more! Hands you a muffin too Hands you another because Pippin and pirates just rock
ErendisJ – Yes, I am a girl. And, I hate it too, when they brag about that. But hey, this chica won't! Woo! Power to...er...whatever people who stalk the Fellowship are called. Yeah. Grins Have a muffin! Hands you a muffin And, since your review was so long, have another! Hands you another muffin
Hallabrethiliel – WOOOOO!! Welcome back!!!! Everyone, give my Halla a nice welcome back from New Mexico!!! I'll think about using your name, okies? Le melon an-uir, aniarmuinthel nín! Have a muffin! Hands you a basketful because you're my Halla
Almost Funny – Thanks! It's a new style I'm experimenting on, and decided, "hey, why not let everyone on ff.net tell me how they like it?" Have a muffin! Hands you two because your username is just that cool
Dark Feruil – Woo!!!!! Long, LOOOOOONG time no talk, eh? Hope you enjoyed your graduation-ness! (By the way, loved your dress) How's YOUR summer vacation going? Mine sucks, because I have summer school... U.S. HISTORY CAN DIE!!!!! And...have a muffin! Have two! Hands you two muffins because you're just that cool
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Woo!!!!!! Okay, I got reviews!!! Nice ones, too, so I'll update this chapter and hope to get reviews for this one too!
Sorry that it didn't really start off with much LotR-ness, the fic I mean, but now that this chica's in Rivendell, things should be Tolkiening up a lot.
...I just hope this fic doesn't end up cheesy beyond belief. I'm also thinking of having the girl not remember her real name, so she chooses an Elvish name for herself. I like the name Wilwarin, it means Butterfly. Just as a cute little thing, I'm making those little aterisk-star thing (which aren't showing up on fanfiction.net anymore for some weird reason) that separate the entries and A/N's from each other be little " )i( " because it looks like a butterfly!
Review with your opinions on this, please!
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October 25
Frodo's up. That's right, I remember the whole date thing now, when Gandalf tells him the time-slash-date et cetera of the day when Frodo wakes up. Yeah, 'cause he NEEDS that info. Maybe the poor hobbit needed his Sammy- wammy.
Well, he certainly got him, because I was sitting on the balcony a little ways away from Frodo's room when I saw Sam sprint into the room like his very life depended on it. Merry and Pippin tried to sneak in after him, but I held them back, trying desperately to tell them that, sorry, guys, but he's just woken up from nearly DYING and would probably like one hobbit-hug at a time, thank you. I guess they got the message, 'cause they sighed, left, and about half an hour later I heard shouts and squeals and laughter from another balcony (which reminds me, how many balconies has this place GOT?!)
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I don't think the cooks like me anymore...
See, I was hungry, and I couldn't find the hobbits, who were sure candidates for having food, so I walk into the kitchen. Okay, no one here and, ooh, looky there, a pie!!! FOOOOOOOOD!!! So I grabbed it, and ow, HOT! It was good though, I think it was blueberry or something. I didn't even eat the whole THING, I just took a fork and dug in...
Like they would blame an ELF when there are four HOBBITS around?
Well, I bet they wouldn't, if it weren't for the fact that one cook caught me. With a mouthful of pie. And I think, yep, some of it was dribbling down my chin. Which was sad, 'cause the cook was kind of attractive.
So I tried to flirt my way out of it all ("Hey there, wanna share some of this? licks spoon It's great...") which didn't work, because, hey, maybe EVERYONE here is gay or something. Anyway, then I tried bolting. That worked. So I decided, well, since I have no life, this reality or my own, I might as well write. So I grabbed my bag and ran for the library.
That old wrinkly hobbit man, Bilbo, he's in here. I asked him if he would be so kind as to teach me Westron, and he agreed. Woohoo! I can now quite sufficiently say "Where is fill-in-the-blank's-name?", "Do you speak Sindarin?", and the ever-important "Where is the bathroom?" I tried learning the actual language, but Sir Wrinkly tried forcing the difference between consonant sounds and vowel sounds on me, so I bailed.
Guess what?! I made daisy chains!
Shut up, I know it's pathetic. But there's seriously nothing to do.
Okay, you know what? I'm going to stop complaining about nothing interesting coming to me (because HELLO!!! I'm in MIDDLE-EARTH!!!!) and go to something interesting myself. So there. Mwaha.
I think I'll go look for Frodo; he can speak Elvish, I think.
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Oct. 26
Well, as for yesterday, I decide to grace the elves with my holy presence (cough) and I sang. I guess I was okay, since no one in the world, this one or mine, has a voice to equal Amy Lee's. That's right, I sang Taking Over Me. Mwaha.
And you know what really made me kind of upset? Since I don't have my LotR book, I didn't realize that yesterday was the Council of Elrond!!!!!!!! I totally missed it!!!!!! I lost my only chance of getting to go with the Fellowship!!!!!
I MISSED MY ONLY CHANCE WITH FRODO.
I have sinned.
Wait...they aren't leaving for another, what, two months? I'm still good, right? Yeah...okay, so I have to beg Elrond to let me go with. Heh, yeah, he's really an old softie at heart. Although, I can just imagine that conversation:
"Lord Elrond?"
"Yes?"
"Can I go with the Fellowship on the journey, likely to my doom, so I can get a chance to give myself some fangirl-happy and kiss Frodo?"
"..."
Yeah. HAH! I guess I could, like, stalk them or something. I'd be way to embarrassed to actually ask Elrond anyway, geez...
Yeah, I think I'll stalk them. Except that Legolas is an ELF, and Aragorn's like, the coolest Ranger in the world, and Gandalf's a wizard, and that Gimli thing is just SCARY. I'd get caught the second I stepped foot outside Rivendell. I could DIE, if I manage to keep from getting caught, I'm sure; an orc or something would kill me. I'm likely to starve to death, since the cooks hate me. I only know Elvish, so if I manage to not get caught, killed, or starved, if I get LOST, then I have no freakin' way of getting back to Rivendell.
Good God, look, I have all those reasons NOT TO FOLLOW THE FELLOWSHIP!!! So I guess I won't. Also, I've got myself a sort of tour guide/babysitting/cook/entertainer job for the hobbits. Pippin, Merry and I are going to prank Rivendell like it's never been pranked before.
Would you believe that ink and spaghetti noodles work just like Silly String? And who needs rubber spiders and mice when we have a FOREST right next door?
Mwahahaha...
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December 23
Oh. My. God. I am so sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!! I haven't written in AGES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been eternally busy, but I've made friends!!!!!!
I've got myself three guy friends and a girl friend. Woo. Lilaïn's the girl, she's super cool. My guy friends are Fallanér, Tûlcon, and Lilaïn's older brother Lëriulòn. Jesus, those are some hard names to write.
((A/N- can you tell I had fun with the Alt key? Ooh yeah... Alt 147: ô. Alt 148: ö. Hehehe...))
Do they ALL have to have such fancy little decorations?! Honestly...
Fallanér's the oldest, he's AGES old. He still looks about eighteen, though. He's got dark hair and eyes, and he's really tall. Lëriulòn is next oldest, but I don't remember his exact age, something-thousand or so, and he has light brown hair and green eyes. Tûlcon and Lilaïn are the same age, but they look like they're fourteen! They're so cute together, and they've been friends forever, they said. Tûlcon has inky-black hair and eyes just as dark, and Lilaïn is the only one with light hair and clear eyes!
Actually, I'm serious, her hair is so 'light' it's not even got a colour!! It's almost white, that's how light blonde it is. And her eyes are so clear blue that they're almost white too! It's really scary, she's almost a ghost! Lëriulòn says that their mother has some kind of illness and it sapped the colour from Lilaïn. Does that mean she's an elven albino? Weird...but still cute!
And on to other news...
The Fellowship is leaving in one day!!!!!!!!!!! This is awful!!!!!!! I've only seen Frodo like, four times, and all I get is a polite, stiff, "Hello."
Sigh-worthy. Not. I think I'm going to follow them...
But WAIT! Okay self, re: above. Previous entry. See all those reasons NOT TO GO?!?!?!?! Yeah?!?!?! Okay, so you aren't going are you? Nope? No...? Wait...why are you packing?
Damnit, why AM I packing?!
Let's see, clothes:
Tunics? Check. Shirts? Gotcha. Breeches? Leggings? Skirts? Dresses? Done and done-er. Capes? Coats? Small portable weapons? Yep, yep, yep. Nightclothes? Pillows? Blankets? Yessiree. Cooking stuff? Cutlery?? FOOD?!?!?!?!?!?!
Okay, attack on the kitchen before I leave.
DAMN...I'm gonna need a pack horse. Or eight.
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Woo! Chapter two is done, and up! Reviewer responses!!!
Tourniquetangel – Thanks so much!!! You're my first reviewer!!!! Have a muffin! Hands you a muffin Hands you another because you're my first reviewer
pIPPINpIRATE – Thanks!! I thought the idea was cool too, hehe... and, well, here's more! Hands you a muffin too Hands you another because Pippin and pirates just rock
ErendisJ – Yes, I am a girl. And, I hate it too, when they brag about that. But hey, this chica won't! Woo! Power to...er...whatever people who stalk the Fellowship are called. Yeah. Grins Have a muffin! Hands you a muffin And, since your review was so long, have another! Hands you another muffin
Hallabrethiliel – WOOOOO!! Welcome back!!!! Everyone, give my Halla a nice welcome back from New Mexico!!! I'll think about using your name, okies? Le melon an-uir, aniarmuinthel nín! Have a muffin! Hands you a basketful because you're my Halla
Almost Funny – Thanks! It's a new style I'm experimenting on, and decided, "hey, why not let everyone on ff.net tell me how they like it?" Have a muffin! Hands you two because your username is just that cool
Dark Feruil – Woo!!!!! Long, LOOOOOONG time no talk, eh? Hope you enjoyed your graduation-ness! (By the way, loved your dress) How's YOUR summer vacation going? Mine sucks, because I have summer school... U.S. HISTORY CAN DIE!!!!! And...have a muffin! Have two! Hands you two muffins because you're just that cool