Author's Note: Hello, everyone! Sorry for the......lack of story for a while.
Anyhoo, new chapter! The next one shouldn't take as long as this one did.
October 9, Mid-Day
So, I'm sitting on a rock in the middle of the desert. All alone. Blast. You may be wondering how I'm still writing in this journal. Well, I was holding it when Harad attacked and just held on to it. The one thing I hold on to. A sword or some sort of weapon really would have been better.
Go figure.
October 9, Night
I'm thirsty. And lost. And alone. Did I mention I was lost? There's not a sign of human life out here at all. It is like both armies disappeared. I am determined to find them. There wasn't even anything left on the ground. No dead bodies, no dropped weapons, nothing. It is like Father left without me.
Or Harad won, stripped the dead bodies and then took them to sacrifice them to Slawson, God of the Underworld or whatever desert savages do with their enemies.
I choose not to usually think that way.
October 10, Evening
I have an update! I went wandering around for a while, following a faint set of footprints I had found. It was lucky that I found them. The wind usually destroys any sort of marking in the sand.
Anyway, followed the footprints. They led me to a little pond sort of thing in the middle of the desert. There were trees to.
My tutor back at home tried to teach me about the desert once. Of course, I was daydreaming about myself whacking him over the head with a chair, so I didn't really catch what he was saying.
I believe the pond thing is called an Oasis or something. Got a drink and a nice shady rest. Then went in the direction that the footprints had been going.
Walked around a bit and found a large group of angry birds. Large birds. With talons and sharp beaks. They looked hungry and so I sort ran really fast past them and kept running for a while.
Well, you never know when birds will attack! Those things could have been man-eating! They could have pecked my eyes out and then slowly eaten my major organs, surviving on me for weeks!
....I think the sun is getting to me.
October 12, Noon
Still wandering. Haven't had a drink in a really long time. Vomited a while ago. I am assuming that is bad. Really wish I had paid more attention when my tutor was talking about surviving in the desert. Oh, hey, look! Those creepy birds are flying above me.....hmmm....that's probably not good.
I think I will just lie down for a bit.....
October 14, Evening
Apparently, my last entry ended with me passing out from heat stroke. Soon after, apparently, those evil birds flew down TO FEAST ON MY ORGANS!
Didn't I tell you they were after me?
Fortunately, a scout from my Father's army was out in my area. Saw me, thinks, "Oh my! My prince is about to be eaten by rabid desert birds! I better save him!"
So he scares of the birds, picks up my limp and almost lifeless body and brings me to camp. Father hadn't known I had just gotten lost in the chaos of the fight. He had thought Harad had recognized me and taken me captive. How they would have recognized me, I do not know. I suppose back when Rohan and Harad had been trying to make peace, representatives might have seen me, but that was when I was very small. The armies had moved east, following the Harad armies, trying to get me back and to crush them. They succeeded in crushing them and Harad was getting ready to give up.
Anyway, Father freaked out.
How would YOU react if a scout came riding into camp with what looked like your dead son in his arms?
But, obviously, I am not dead. Otherwise, this journal entry would be very creepy. After a few moments of panic and assurances that I was not YET dead, there was more panic. I could eventually be dead.
So, King Elessar took me into Father's tent and did a little bit of his, "Bwahahaha! I can heal anyone! Fear me! Bwahahaha!" thing and put a wet cloth on my head. When I woke up, I was given lots of water and was refused the right to leave Father's bedroll.
So, I am sitting here. Writing. And writing some more.
October 13, Morning
Harad gave up! Peace negations were made during the night! We're going home. If were able to, I would so be dancing right now.
...How will I explain this to Mother?
It takes about six days to get to Rohan from here. I'll write again when we get home.
October 19, Afternoon
Home again! And feeling much better. Horribly embarrassed that King Elessar had to treat me like a little baby and I will try not think about the whole, "I snuck out and went to Harad" thing ever again. Mother wants to known how I got such a suntan while visiting Aunt Eowyn.
Said that she didn't want to know.
October 20, Night
It is nice to be home again. I can tell that Father wants to have some sort of Father-Son talk with me, but seems to be a little uncomfortable actually doing it. Oh well, I'd be uncomfortable talking with him. He probably wants to scold me.
Master Legolas and Master Gimli left while I was in Harad. King Elessar will be arriving in about a week to visit with his family. Peace celebrations and whatnot.
I am looking forward to seeing Eldarion. Last time I saw him, we were ten. Not really sure about his five sisters though.
October 21, Night
Father got his Father-Son talk. It was weird. Father kept talking about how he would hate to see me injured. How the kingdom would suffer a great loss. Then he started talking about how I am going to be a great king. How he is so proud of me. Then he sort of moved forward like he wanted to embrace me or something, but backed off.
Weird. Does he think that I do not like him anymore? Perhaps he is blaming himself for me getting lost in the desert? I will have to look into this.
In the morning, though. Father's having "private time" with Mother. Youdon't need to guess what they're doing.
TBC....
Author's Note: New chapter coming soon. SOON. And, I'm not sure about up- ing the rating to PG-13 for the last comment. I think the story still deems a PG rating, but I suppose with that comment and the war and such, I could up it.
October 9, Mid-Day
So, I'm sitting on a rock in the middle of the desert. All alone. Blast. You may be wondering how I'm still writing in this journal. Well, I was holding it when Harad attacked and just held on to it. The one thing I hold on to. A sword or some sort of weapon really would have been better.
Go figure.
October 9, Night
I'm thirsty. And lost. And alone. Did I mention I was lost? There's not a sign of human life out here at all. It is like both armies disappeared. I am determined to find them. There wasn't even anything left on the ground. No dead bodies, no dropped weapons, nothing. It is like Father left without me.
Or Harad won, stripped the dead bodies and then took them to sacrifice them to Slawson, God of the Underworld or whatever desert savages do with their enemies.
I choose not to usually think that way.
October 10, Evening
I have an update! I went wandering around for a while, following a faint set of footprints I had found. It was lucky that I found them. The wind usually destroys any sort of marking in the sand.
Anyway, followed the footprints. They led me to a little pond sort of thing in the middle of the desert. There were trees to.
My tutor back at home tried to teach me about the desert once. Of course, I was daydreaming about myself whacking him over the head with a chair, so I didn't really catch what he was saying.
I believe the pond thing is called an Oasis or something. Got a drink and a nice shady rest. Then went in the direction that the footprints had been going.
Walked around a bit and found a large group of angry birds. Large birds. With talons and sharp beaks. They looked hungry and so I sort ran really fast past them and kept running for a while.
Well, you never know when birds will attack! Those things could have been man-eating! They could have pecked my eyes out and then slowly eaten my major organs, surviving on me for weeks!
....I think the sun is getting to me.
October 12, Noon
Still wandering. Haven't had a drink in a really long time. Vomited a while ago. I am assuming that is bad. Really wish I had paid more attention when my tutor was talking about surviving in the desert. Oh, hey, look! Those creepy birds are flying above me.....hmmm....that's probably not good.
I think I will just lie down for a bit.....
October 14, Evening
Apparently, my last entry ended with me passing out from heat stroke. Soon after, apparently, those evil birds flew down TO FEAST ON MY ORGANS!
Didn't I tell you they were after me?
Fortunately, a scout from my Father's army was out in my area. Saw me, thinks, "Oh my! My prince is about to be eaten by rabid desert birds! I better save him!"
So he scares of the birds, picks up my limp and almost lifeless body and brings me to camp. Father hadn't known I had just gotten lost in the chaos of the fight. He had thought Harad had recognized me and taken me captive. How they would have recognized me, I do not know. I suppose back when Rohan and Harad had been trying to make peace, representatives might have seen me, but that was when I was very small. The armies had moved east, following the Harad armies, trying to get me back and to crush them. They succeeded in crushing them and Harad was getting ready to give up.
Anyway, Father freaked out.
How would YOU react if a scout came riding into camp with what looked like your dead son in his arms?
But, obviously, I am not dead. Otherwise, this journal entry would be very creepy. After a few moments of panic and assurances that I was not YET dead, there was more panic. I could eventually be dead.
So, King Elessar took me into Father's tent and did a little bit of his, "Bwahahaha! I can heal anyone! Fear me! Bwahahaha!" thing and put a wet cloth on my head. When I woke up, I was given lots of water and was refused the right to leave Father's bedroll.
So, I am sitting here. Writing. And writing some more.
October 13, Morning
Harad gave up! Peace negations were made during the night! We're going home. If were able to, I would so be dancing right now.
...How will I explain this to Mother?
It takes about six days to get to Rohan from here. I'll write again when we get home.
October 19, Afternoon
Home again! And feeling much better. Horribly embarrassed that King Elessar had to treat me like a little baby and I will try not think about the whole, "I snuck out and went to Harad" thing ever again. Mother wants to known how I got such a suntan while visiting Aunt Eowyn.
Said that she didn't want to know.
October 20, Night
It is nice to be home again. I can tell that Father wants to have some sort of Father-Son talk with me, but seems to be a little uncomfortable actually doing it. Oh well, I'd be uncomfortable talking with him. He probably wants to scold me.
Master Legolas and Master Gimli left while I was in Harad. King Elessar will be arriving in about a week to visit with his family. Peace celebrations and whatnot.
I am looking forward to seeing Eldarion. Last time I saw him, we were ten. Not really sure about his five sisters though.
October 21, Night
Father got his Father-Son talk. It was weird. Father kept talking about how he would hate to see me injured. How the kingdom would suffer a great loss. Then he started talking about how I am going to be a great king. How he is so proud of me. Then he sort of moved forward like he wanted to embrace me or something, but backed off.
Weird. Does he think that I do not like him anymore? Perhaps he is blaming himself for me getting lost in the desert? I will have to look into this.
In the morning, though. Father's having "private time" with Mother. Youdon't need to guess what they're doing.
TBC....
Author's Note: New chapter coming soon. SOON. And, I'm not sure about up- ing the rating to PG-13 for the last comment. I think the story still deems a PG rating, but I suppose with that comment and the war and such, I could up it.