Dear Diary, I have made a dissension. I am going to place you in that oak chest that I hid you in before we left for helms deep. It seems like a lifetime ago, and it was. My whole life has changed since then, I am no longer that carefree child that I once was. As I look back in this book it is as though someone else wrote those things. I must say good bye to you, my dear diary, for I do not wish to remember some of the things written in here. The wounds of war heal, though the memories are forever planted within my mind. Farwell my dear diary, you were a friend to me when I was lonely, a comfort when I was scared. When the whole world seemed to desert me, you were still there. It was you whom I could pour my secrets into. How I wish that I didn't have to say good bye, but I must. So now I will say it: Good bye, my dear diary.