I was standing by the waterfall today, watching the sunlight reflect off the water droplets when Aragorn came up behind me.

"Arwen," he called hopefully. I decided to ignore the name mistake and smiled at him cheerfully. His face fell when he saw me properly.

"Oh it's you. " he said, then stomped off to find Arwen. I don't mind admitting that it hurt my feelings. It's just not fair, I was the one who spotted Aragorn first.

I remember when he arrived, it doesn't seem like long ago. His Dad was out hunting orcs with my brothers when he was killed. Stupid really, I mean why go looking for suicide? You'd never find me hunting for orcs.

His mum brought him to stay with us. Daddy called him Estel and brought him up like a son. If I was a grudging sort of person, I might mention here that he loved his foster child more than he loved me, his own daughter. But, of course, I'm not that sort of person.

I wasn't allowed too close. Daddy didn't trust me with small children (knowing my reputation with animals) so I watched him grow up from a distance. I soon realised that he would make a nice catch when he was old enough. (You know, good looking-ish, nice personality, plus the fact that he was heir to the throne of Gondor...) I didn't think that Daddy would have any objection of getting me off his hands for good, I just had to be in the right place at the right time. So what went wrong?

Aragorn saw me first, not Arwen. I'll always insist upon the truth.

I was walking calmly through the silver birches of my home one day, my long dark hair straying behind in the sudden breeze when I saw him. He stared at me open mouthed and I realised that I was in with a chance. I decided to make the moment more poetical by floating past and waiting for him to call me.

I walked elegantly around a large tree and discretely turned my head to see if he was coming. At that moment, I caught my foot in a tree root and lurched forward, hands outstretched to reduce the pain of impact.

I ended up in a prickle bush, dust all over my torn dress, hair looking like a banshee and an ankle that was just beginning to swell.

That was when I saw Arwen appear from nowhere. To my horror, she was wearing exactly the same dress as me. I couldn't believe it! She'd only got back a few hours before (from spending years at Granny's in Lothlórien) and was already stealing from my wardrobe!

That wasn't the worst bit. Aragorn ran up to her instead of me. I sat there in absolute agony, unable to show myself because I was in such a state.

He saw me first. Not her!!!

But now, the tale is told differently and Arwen is all that matters to him. I'm sure she didn't even like him until she realised how jealous I was.

I could burst into tears when I think about it.

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Decided to pull myself together after my long moan yesterday. I WILL get over losing Aragorn. Furthermore, I will find someone nice for me.

(If I repeat those lines enough times, they might just come true.)

Anyway, I found Boromir sitting alone staring into the distance. I asked him what was the matter. He looked at me in surprise. Obviously most people don't care enough about him to ask him why he was so upset. Like me really.

We had a really long conversation. Call me selfish, but I'd never really thought about the sacrifices being made by the people of Gondor. I sit here everyday and complain about trivial things, whilst they go out and die in battles in order to keep Sauron out of middle earth.

Boromir is desperate to get help for his people. I'd go and help, but I'm not sure exactly how to hold a sword, never mind use it. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be Boromir. So much responsibility, dealing with people's lives. Scary.

I just wish I could find something, anything that would give his people a better chance at fighting the enemy. They desperately need all the help they can get.

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Found Aragorn and Mithrandir arguing today, over who had the most names and titles. Aragorn came up with 'Aragorn son of Arathorn', 'Strider', 'Dunedain', 'Elendil's heir', 'Isildur's heir' and 'Elessar'

Mithrandir had 'Gandalf,' 'Mithrandir,' 'Istari,' 'Wizard,' 'Grey Pilgrim,' 'Grey wanderer', 'Stormcrow' etc...

At this point Aragorn went off in a sulk, claiming that he didn't want to play such childish games. In my opinion he realised that Mithrandir had one more name than him. He always was so competitive, even as a child.

Saw Aragorn later at tea. He was arguing with Mithrandir whether 'Tiggles' counted as another name. I don't want to know who calls him that.

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Played a game of I-spy with the hobbits today. They accused me of cheating. Me??!! Honestly, is it my fault if they cannot see the rabbit in the field 4 leagues away? I can't help it if my elvish eyesight is so much better than theirs. Spoil sports, that's what you get for trying to be sociable!

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Saw Boromir again today. He really is a nice man, I don't know why I didn't see it before. He was a bit nervous. Daddy's finally holding the important meeting tomorrow. Honestly, Boromir rides all this way in a terrible hurry, and Daddy can't even be bothered to hold the meeting straight away.

I hope everything goes well for Boromir tomorrow. I'll try and get into the meeting too. For moral support of course....what else??

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Daddy held the important meeting today. I wasn't allowed to go. He said that the matter was too important and secret for everyone to attend. I begged, pleaded, flattered and bribed....but he refused to budge. Instead he said that I could bring in the drinks tray for refreshments in the middle.

Honestly, what does he take me for? Slave labour? What about women's rights?

I was about to complain loudly when I had a brainwave. This was a perfect excuse to get into the meeting. I just had to find a reason to stay there and hear what was going on.

Time passed quickly and I saw Sam burrow himself deep into a bush. He was obviously forbidden from attending the meeting too. The bush looked incredibly prickly.

My idea was so much better.

I waited a while for them to sit down and start the meeting properly. I decided that they would be less likely to tell me to go if they were distracted. Finally, I slid silently up to the group with my tray of glasses. Eyes fixed on my task and ears pinned back, I listened to what was being said. It didn't make an awful lot of sense, something about a ring?

I slowly slid each glass from the tray to the table. Unfortunately, I finished the job too quickly and glanced up. They were ignoring me. If I could look busy, they might not notice me. Carefully, I slowly placed each glass back on the tray. When this was done, I started removing them again. I stored up the conversation to puzzle over later.

Only I had forgotten about something....or rather, somebody. Behind me, a spiteful chuckle emerged. "Daddy, Sardwen obviously can't even manage that simple task. Look, she can't decide what to do with the glasses."

Guess who.

How on earth did she manage to get in here? There she was, sitting calmly on the seat next to Daddy, a smug grin on her face.

Everyone turned to face me. Most showed expressions of scorn. A few of puzzled bewilderment looking from Arwen to me and back again. "Two of them??" one blonde elf muttered under his breath in surprise.

Give him a gold medal....for stupidity. He's certainly got the correct hair colour.

Anyway, Daddy made me leave. There was nothing I could do. I was humiliated, frustrated & angry and nobody cared. Only Boromir looked sympathetic as I slunk towards the door.

I slowly climbed the stairs and entered my room. I flung myself backwards onto my bed and watched my long hair float gently across the bedspread. At least I could think about what I had heard. Something about a ring...what ring? I tried to concentrate, but all I could see was Arwen flaunting before my eyes. I shook my head and stared at the ceiling, trying again.

The ring...the ring...Arwen laughing at me, teasing me. NO. Concentrate! I rolled over onto my belly and rested my chin on my hands, staring at the beautiful Autumn leaves out of the window. The ring....One ring...What ring?...Arwen taunting me, shoving her ring up my nose. Flash of inspiration, The ring! Arwen's engagement ring! What else could it be?

The more I thought about it, the more certain I became. They were worried about Arwen's ring, perhaps someone was trying to steal it. It must be worth a lot more than I thought, maybe it was made from Mithril? So much for Aragorn pleading poverty last time I took a collection for Daddy. How selfish can you get?

So now everything makes sense. Someone is trying to steal Arwen's engagement ring. Daddy is organising a team to take it away and hide it until the danger has passed.

I feel quite proud of myself actually. To discover what is going on when nobody tells me anything, nobody acknowledges that I exist and nobody includes me at all. This'll serve them right. I'm not stupid. I'm just as important in Middle Earth as they are. No matter what they do to me, I will overcome. I won't be forgotten and ignored any longer!