Disclaimer: Yah, um. Not mine. Sorry.

A/N: Oh my word! I am so awful! I'm sorry! tear, tear Actually, I'm kinda suffering from a writer's block. :(

Angel15116: Nope. She ended up in Rohan, and she's going to meet up with the Fellwship (minus Frodo, Sam, and my Boromir.) Sorry. I hope its just you! Lol (I don't wanna be confusing! Hides head) :D

lathalian: Thank-you. Um, Mary Sue is kinda just in denial—like she thinks that if she refuses to believe this is Middle Earth, it will turn out to just be a dream or something. :D She doesn't really know the stories. You know, watched the movies, fell in love (typical Mary Sue, of course lol) with Legolas, yada yada yada. :D hmmm. Run away. I never thought of that, but I might just have to try that somewhere. :)

Mystical Full Moon Maiden: Hannon le! (Tee hee. I know that one:D Nana. I knew it was something like that. :D No insultie me. :'( I hope it gets funnier soon! We don't want non-amusing story:( Whole point of story is amusing! bites fingernails frantically—Must get funny! lol

Legolas's Girl: Do I have to answer that question? I have a feeling you'll already find out in a couple secs. Lol Thank-you…I'm glad you love my story:)

Monday, March 2

I am so tired. And I'm really depressed. I would seriously take mom over this. I'm working so hard here, and no one understands me at ALL, and I don't know anyone here. 

Tuesday, March 3

Ahhh! I'm saved! Ach! I'm dead! First off, I found someone who understands me—she calls herself Ireth. She can speak their language, so she's my translator. And she believes that we are in Middle Earth.

So first of all, Ireth is NOT the kind of person I would usually spend time with—she's beautiful, skinny, not got a single pimple, and her hair is perfect. And she speaks some fake language, which everybody seems to be able to understand. She claims to be speaking Elvish. Yeah right.  Yet, she's the only person I've been able to communicate with—in English—for over half a month! And she seems to be pretty nice, so I guess she's OK.

Everybody here is crazy. She too thinks that we're in Rohan, and that she's traveling with the Fellowship of the Ring—from the Lord of the Rings. Actually, now that I think of it, the really scary part is that they all look similar to the people that they think they are. What did I do to deserve this?

Wednesday, March 4

OMG! I'm in a battle! Seriously—this morning we all had to pack up, and according to Ireth, we had to go to Helms Deep. So now we're in this old fortress thingy, like in the movie. Only the "Aragorn" guy is still here—those monsters didn't attack us. Ireth claims that Peter Jackson, the guy who did the movies, added that part in for heightened suspense. I guess that's OK: I nearly wet my pants in the theater when I saw that.

Anyways. So now, I'm in these caves—which are, by the way, really wet and cold!—and I'm stuck holding a baby, who I guess doesn't have a mom (that or doesn't have a mom who wants him right now). I can't ask Ireth because she's out IN the battle fighting! Crazy people. I tell you. I hate this. I think I'm going to go insane!

I wonder if this how Dad felt before he would go out to fight? Nervous, excited, scared, a pit in the bottom left-hand side of your stomach… I wonder if I'm going to die?

Oh, shit. Some guy just came in and started yelling at us. He motioned for us to go back into the caves. I think we're losing our fortress. Everybody's really nervous, and a lot of people are going hysterical. I hate dark places.

Thursday, March 5

I'm alive! I can't believe it! I'm now sitting here at a campfire in the middle of the wilderness, with Ireth and her "Fellowship" and "Théoden King." Ireth found me this morning, and brought me out. She said that we had won, and that we were now to go to Isenguard Isengard (she just came over and told me that there isn't a "U" in the word). She said that she had convinced Gandalf and Théoden to allow me to join them, since we spoke the same language, thus making this all a little bit easier on me.

I can't believe I survived! I guess a lot of people didn't. Apparently, there were many casualties amongst the fighters, and some of the orcs had made it into the caves and killed a good number of survivors before they were stopped and killed. I'm starting t o believe that either I, too, am in Middle Earth, or I am completely insane and am imagining all of this! I'm not sure which one I prefer.

Friday, March 6

OK. We are at this Isengu…Isengard place now. The really old guy—Gandalf, the wizard, I guess—spent all afternoon yelling at another old guy—another wizard, I suppose—this morning, and their argument (at least, I can only assume that it was an argument) ended only when the old guy on top of the tower's staff broke and he left our line of sight. Somebody threw a ball at us as a parting gift. Fortunately for us, whoever it was, was obviously never on the baseball team.

After a while, Ireth and I got tired of the wizards' argument, so we decided to spend the rest of the afternoon swapping stories. Apparently, she has been a fan of Lord of the Rings since she was a little girl, and taught herself to speak both Quenya and Sindarin (she told me how to spell those—I never would have got them on my own, lol). She was in a car accident and the next thing she new, she had woken up in a forest, and was found by Legolas (the blondie who keeps casting looks over at us. He makes me kinda uncomfortable.) So, she convinced them to allow her to come with them on the Quest to destroy the Ring, and she's been traveling with Legolas and the others for about six months now. Then I told her my story. You know. Only child, my dad was killed in the war with Delimorgoth a few months ago, and then I had gone on a hike (without my mom's knowledge—or permission, heh-heh—)and fell down the side of the hill, and voila! Ended up here with all these potheads (though, of course, I didn't say that.) She got really quiet when she heard about Dad's death. Damn! Why does everybody do that? He's dead—I've gotten over it. He isn't coming back, and everybody's pity isn't going to help matters any!

Saturday, March 7

OK. Now we're off again. I swear, my ass is going to be rubbed raw by the time this is over! I'm not used to riding horses—give my butt a break! I'm really tired, so I'm not going to write much more than this.