Disclaimer: I don't own it! If I did, I'd find a way to transport myself into Middle Earth, so that I could enjoy that which I own. (Actually, that's not such a bad idea…)
Monday, February 24
"Éowyn" is really agitated about something. I think it's because her friend, "Éomer" is gone for something. If she concentrated on working, like me, she would be too busy to think about him, though.
Tuesday, February 25
…Oh my word! I feel so awful! "Éomer" just came back—his and "Éowyn's" friend just got killed. "Éomer" came riding up from wherever he and his buddies had been, and they had a body with them—their friend. I hate to be mean in a time of sorrow like this, but if they had stopped waving their swords and spears around, this might not have happened.
Wednesday, February 26
Everybody is really depressed. I don't blame them. I'm starting to think that somebody else killed their buddy now, though. Somebody told "Éomer" something, and he's arguing with the boss—the "king" presumably—about something. (Which I presume has to do with the death of their friend.
Thursday, February 27
"Éomer" is acting all suspicious and slinky. I think he's planning something. I'd warn someone, but since I can't really communicate (Other than to signal that the dishes are done), I guess they'll have to figure it out without me.
Friday, February 28
I was right! "Éomer" is gone! He left sometime during the night. And if you thought that "Éowyn was distressed when he was gone before, you should see her now. She's spending a good portion of the day standing at the front stairs, staring off into the hills, hoping to see him return, I guess.
Saturday, February 29
One good thing about all this angst—no one's eating much! Can you say "less dishes"? I can. And that makes me really happy! (though I pretend that I, too, am sad. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.)
Sunday, March 1
Aww. I love little kids. One kid, a kitchen help, is so unaffected by all this sorrow! She goes around singing all the time. It makes me so happy! Her name is Vie. Seriously, none of these people had better ever learn English, because she's learning some Mary songs, and I doubt her parents would appreciate what some of them say.
Speaking of English, when is someone going to come looking for me? Seriously. You would think that I would have heard of something by now. Whatever.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. :'( hides head in shame Must write more—I've been slacking really bad. Whoops. Review, and when I make myself post the next chapter, I'll say thank-you! Oooh-la-la! Awesome, huh?
Auta Miqula Orqu—Yay! Thank-you. I'm glad it was funny. What is the Elvish word for mom? It's pretty similar to dad, isn't it? (I heard it somewhere, but I forgot it. Whoopsie)
Legolas's Girl—Thank-you. I'm glad you like my story. :D huggles self, feeling very special again
Mary—Yippee! My story is awesome! Thank-you!
Elizabeth Aiken—Whee! Thank-you! I'm glad you like it:D