Author's Note: Sooo.....yeah. Hello again. I really have no excuse for not
updating. I'm lazy......and I've been working on a Peter Pan based fic. Shame
on me.
August 29, Mid-Day
Sigh.....
I would have expected something a little more exciting to happen in a military camp. All that's happened is one of the soldiers gotten bitten by a Harad desert spider and now the poor fellow's turned purple and his leg's swollen to the size of a tree trunk.
......Okay, well that IS sort of exciting. More funny, really. Father told me to go sit in his tent and think about how I would feel if someone laughed at my misfortunes.
Is it my fault that the soldiers cry at the drop of hat? I'm just a boy and I don't cry when people laugh at me.
Ha ha. I made a soldier cry.
August 30, Evening
King Elessar returned from his scouting.....or whatever mission out in the desert. He looked a little amused to still see me here, but agreed with Father that soldiers couldn't be spared to send me home.
I got here alone alright! I can't get back alright?!
Sometimes Father and the King act too much like women. Worry, worry, worry. Next thing I know, they'll be knitting.
August 30, Night
I now have a mental image of my father knitting.
I am going to get nightmares.
September 5, Afternoon
Basically, nothing's been happening so I haven't been writing. The soldier with the spider bite recovered (I call him Sissy....) and he gives me glares whenever he sees me, insults me, and has me do annoying chores. Good thing he's not in my father's army. Otherwise, I'd be HIS superior.
Gondorian soldiers are stupid.....and of course Father thinks me doing some chores will keep me occupied and teach me not to ride all the way out into the desert.
Father sent a letter to Aunt Eowyn telling her to send a letter to Mother, supporting my story of going to visit them. Father doesn't very much like to lie to Mother, but he knows that if he tells her that I am out in the middle of a war with him then she'll panic.
The last time Mother went into a real panic she locked me in my room, fearing that if I left something would eat me.
......right.
September 25, Morning
Father's been better for a few days and has been going into to battle each morning, leaving me alone in the camp with the few soldiers who stay behind to guard supplies and such. King Elessar's here as well. The two kings are rarely out at the same time. That way there's a leader always fresh and ready to fight.
I am taking all this extra time I have got to sketch wildlife and such. I doubt I'll see Harad for a while once I return home and I want to remember things.
Firefoot's being doing fine. He's the son of my Father's stallion, Fleetfoot, you know. Firefoot's quite happy to see his Father as well. He's been prancing around, trying to show off.
He panicked when he got his hoof stuck in a hole and started shrieking bloody murder.
Needless to say, Fleetfoot was not impressed.
The men generally cook for themselves in the camp, leaving me to make some sort of weird stew on my own. It's quite good, if I must say so myself. I catch these little lizards that live in the desert and mix them with a weird onion type thing.
Put some horse manure in water and gave it to Sissy, the angry Gondorian soldier. Told him in was a Rohan dish that only royalty was entitled too. He ate it and said it was quite good.
Twenty minutes later he was vomiting in a nearby bush.
Ho hum, I love myself.
September 30, Afternoon
The Harad soldiers have been becoming more vicious the past few days and I think Father and King Elessar are noticing that. They've pulled camp back about a day's worth.
Father has assured me that it's just a sign that Harad is getting desperate.
Well, no offense Father, but desperate armies can still win a war. Sometimes, desperation is just what a losing army needs to get their victory.
October 1, Mid-day
Things have been eerily quiet. When King Elessar led out a troop to fight, no Harad soldiers were in sight. They searched for a whole day, but found no one. It's like the army just picked up and left.
I don't like it and apparently, neither does Father or King Elessar.
The Day of Spirits is at the end of the month. All the adults hate it, but it's a well known children practice in Rohan. The idea is that on the 31st of October, the Dead walk and you can speak with them. I intend to try and reach my Great-Uncle Theoden and maybe my Father's parents as well. I am not sure how. I've been trying to speak with them since I was little and they've never responded, but maybe this year they will.
I've just noticed that Sissy's nose looked like a fried turnip. He hates me even more since that whole manure incident.
I still love myself. So, ha ha.
October 7, Evening
Today was not a good day. I knew something would go wrong when I tripped over a log this morning. When you have a bad morning, you have a bad day.
Harad soldiers led an ambush. King Elessar led troops out as he does every day. The Harad soldiers had reappeared again after that weird day of no fighting.
Anyhoo, Harad ambushed camp. Came in shrieking and screaming, killing everyone they could.
I feel bad for laughing at Sissy now. You should honor the dead.
Father organized as many soldiers as he could, but it was chaos. Fighting took place and I could barely keep track of who was on our side and who was on Harad's side.
In the crowd, I got separated from Father. Heard him yelling orders, but I couldn't see him.
I've never liked crowds. They make me feel like I can't breathe and I get dizzy. The leader of the Harad troop (Who looked like an orc with a bad hair day. Seriously. His mother MUST have abandoned that ugly brute.) kept urging his troops on. There was a general over all panic as Father's troops seem to have one thought. That they were going to die. I'm not quite sure why, but that's what they thought. They started to retreat and the Harad soldiers moved forward. I tried to find Father, but I got pushed and stumbled into a rather deep dried up creek.
As much as I hate to admit it, I hid there. I was terrified. I really don't like the idea of battle anymore and I am sure Father will be ashamed of me.
I curled up into a ball and sat in the creek for a very long time. I don't really remember much, oddly. Just screams and such, which is strange and irritating. I also remember my Father yelling. I couldn't make out his words.
However, I DO remember finally peeking out when I heard no more sounds. Everything was gone. Completely and totally gone. There was nothing but sand......
.....and blood.
August 29, Mid-Day
Sigh.....
I would have expected something a little more exciting to happen in a military camp. All that's happened is one of the soldiers gotten bitten by a Harad desert spider and now the poor fellow's turned purple and his leg's swollen to the size of a tree trunk.
......Okay, well that IS sort of exciting. More funny, really. Father told me to go sit in his tent and think about how I would feel if someone laughed at my misfortunes.
Is it my fault that the soldiers cry at the drop of hat? I'm just a boy and I don't cry when people laugh at me.
Ha ha. I made a soldier cry.
August 30, Evening
King Elessar returned from his scouting.....or whatever mission out in the desert. He looked a little amused to still see me here, but agreed with Father that soldiers couldn't be spared to send me home.
I got here alone alright! I can't get back alright?!
Sometimes Father and the King act too much like women. Worry, worry, worry. Next thing I know, they'll be knitting.
August 30, Night
I now have a mental image of my father knitting.
I am going to get nightmares.
September 5, Afternoon
Basically, nothing's been happening so I haven't been writing. The soldier with the spider bite recovered (I call him Sissy....) and he gives me glares whenever he sees me, insults me, and has me do annoying chores. Good thing he's not in my father's army. Otherwise, I'd be HIS superior.
Gondorian soldiers are stupid.....and of course Father thinks me doing some chores will keep me occupied and teach me not to ride all the way out into the desert.
Father sent a letter to Aunt Eowyn telling her to send a letter to Mother, supporting my story of going to visit them. Father doesn't very much like to lie to Mother, but he knows that if he tells her that I am out in the middle of a war with him then she'll panic.
The last time Mother went into a real panic she locked me in my room, fearing that if I left something would eat me.
......right.
September 25, Morning
Father's been better for a few days and has been going into to battle each morning, leaving me alone in the camp with the few soldiers who stay behind to guard supplies and such. King Elessar's here as well. The two kings are rarely out at the same time. That way there's a leader always fresh and ready to fight.
I am taking all this extra time I have got to sketch wildlife and such. I doubt I'll see Harad for a while once I return home and I want to remember things.
Firefoot's being doing fine. He's the son of my Father's stallion, Fleetfoot, you know. Firefoot's quite happy to see his Father as well. He's been prancing around, trying to show off.
He panicked when he got his hoof stuck in a hole and started shrieking bloody murder.
Needless to say, Fleetfoot was not impressed.
The men generally cook for themselves in the camp, leaving me to make some sort of weird stew on my own. It's quite good, if I must say so myself. I catch these little lizards that live in the desert and mix them with a weird onion type thing.
Put some horse manure in water and gave it to Sissy, the angry Gondorian soldier. Told him in was a Rohan dish that only royalty was entitled too. He ate it and said it was quite good.
Twenty minutes later he was vomiting in a nearby bush.
Ho hum, I love myself.
September 30, Afternoon
The Harad soldiers have been becoming more vicious the past few days and I think Father and King Elessar are noticing that. They've pulled camp back about a day's worth.
Father has assured me that it's just a sign that Harad is getting desperate.
Well, no offense Father, but desperate armies can still win a war. Sometimes, desperation is just what a losing army needs to get their victory.
October 1, Mid-day
Things have been eerily quiet. When King Elessar led out a troop to fight, no Harad soldiers were in sight. They searched for a whole day, but found no one. It's like the army just picked up and left.
I don't like it and apparently, neither does Father or King Elessar.
The Day of Spirits is at the end of the month. All the adults hate it, but it's a well known children practice in Rohan. The idea is that on the 31st of October, the Dead walk and you can speak with them. I intend to try and reach my Great-Uncle Theoden and maybe my Father's parents as well. I am not sure how. I've been trying to speak with them since I was little and they've never responded, but maybe this year they will.
I've just noticed that Sissy's nose looked like a fried turnip. He hates me even more since that whole manure incident.
I still love myself. So, ha ha.
October 7, Evening
Today was not a good day. I knew something would go wrong when I tripped over a log this morning. When you have a bad morning, you have a bad day.
Harad soldiers led an ambush. King Elessar led troops out as he does every day. The Harad soldiers had reappeared again after that weird day of no fighting.
Anyhoo, Harad ambushed camp. Came in shrieking and screaming, killing everyone they could.
I feel bad for laughing at Sissy now. You should honor the dead.
Father organized as many soldiers as he could, but it was chaos. Fighting took place and I could barely keep track of who was on our side and who was on Harad's side.
In the crowd, I got separated from Father. Heard him yelling orders, but I couldn't see him.
I've never liked crowds. They make me feel like I can't breathe and I get dizzy. The leader of the Harad troop (Who looked like an orc with a bad hair day. Seriously. His mother MUST have abandoned that ugly brute.) kept urging his troops on. There was a general over all panic as Father's troops seem to have one thought. That they were going to die. I'm not quite sure why, but that's what they thought. They started to retreat and the Harad soldiers moved forward. I tried to find Father, but I got pushed and stumbled into a rather deep dried up creek.
As much as I hate to admit it, I hid there. I was terrified. I really don't like the idea of battle anymore and I am sure Father will be ashamed of me.
I curled up into a ball and sat in the creek for a very long time. I don't really remember much, oddly. Just screams and such, which is strange and irritating. I also remember my Father yelling. I couldn't make out his words.
However, I DO remember finally peeking out when I heard no more sounds. Everything was gone. Completely and totally gone. There was nothing but sand......
.....and blood.