Dear Diary,
Poopie really has taken to a great deal of snoring, and I missed quite a bit of sleep last night. The Pervert Ghost was rather active again as well, so I fear for the state of my attractiveness. I must remember to call my brother Poopie in front of Thranduil so as to prompt questioning of it, thus giving myself the opportunity to relate the hilarious tale.
Legolas came to breakfast this morning sporting the most ridiculous set of eyebrows, and I couldn't help but laugh. He is such a copycat. His daddy kept giving him strange looks so I believe he noticed, and everyone else had a jolly good time trying to suppress our laughter. Galadriel, however, continuously glared at me, so I think she blames me for spreading her style and making it seem unoriginal.
I think tonight Haldir and I will play our little joke on Legolas, and Celeborn has offered up his strongest wine, which we will use food coloring to make the same shade as the less-potent liquid we shall ingest. Whew, that was quite the mouthful. Which reminds me, when I once used that same phrase on Glorfindel of Rivendell, he laughed. I wonder why……
Also, the scented candles I gave Feragith were nowhere in sight today, so I think he is really enjoying them. Why else would they disappear the day after he accepted them so graciously with a bit of an eye twitch? I really do need to get some more though, for my revenge on Celeborn will require every detail to be perfect in order to ensure complete epic-ness.
I think I may grow my fingernails out. No, I'm not just trying to be weird, like usual, or even trying to make Thranduil or Legolas jealous(but that's always a plus), but I just think that would be awesome. Then I can use my nails as a weapon! How cool would that be, me just pulling off my gauntlet in the middle of a fight and -shazam!-my enemy drops dead of a poisoned scratch. I do wonder though, how would I keep my nails poisoned and still be able to eat without dying?
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Dear Diary,
Well, the Legolas fiasco went…sort of as planned. Haldir and I did manage to get him drunk, then we dressed him up, and took the pictures just like I'd planned. But after we'd finished photographing him, we took to spinning him around and all of that, but only because he kept laughing and giggling about it. Then Feragith walked in, I seem to remember asking him to come get some stray animal or whatnot, and he looked surprised. Then again, when I think about it, what kind of picture were we presenting? Well, we were all laughing quite amiably and Legolas was in a dress. I now fear that Feragith thinks we are all gay, having a threesome, and like to cross-dress. Which is complete and utter retardation! Even if I did decide to be gay, have a threesome, and cross-dress, it sure wouldn't be with Haldir and Legolas! I would at least choose two elves with brains, looks, and senses of humor, like myself.
In other news, I made Celeborn cry today(still not my revenge). I asked him if he knew how to dance(I am quite the dancer myself), and he just burst into tears, and sobbed "I told him not to tell anyone!" I must say that it was funny, as Celeborn hardly ever cries and apparently I've single-handedly discovered wonderful blackmail, which I shall not share with Haldir or Poopie.
I am in the process of growing my nails out as planned, and it is going very slowly, and annoying me. Especially as I saw fit to tell Poopie I was growing my nails out and he now constantly bothers me about them. He says stuff like "Hey, Orophin, are your nails any longer yet?" "Oh Orophin, don't cut me with your pretty nails!" We shall see. Oh we shall see.