3.22.2006

2 years...

{sigh}

The fast forward works but it goes slowly.
We've past two years now and Smokey still hasn't put down a word on our scrabble game.





Sometimes, I wonder if he's...barmy





Oh wait! He's putting something down!







.....................................................





"Smokey, FGRMF is NOT a word!!!!"

3.03.2006

10 years

Okay, so I just found out that, like, ten years pass before anything really happens again. How dull is that? I don't want to wait ten years before I can criticize stupid beings from Middle Earth about their entries in MY journal! What the heck am I gonna do for ten years? It's not worth the wait. I gotta go get my journal to fast forward because I'm not playing scrabble for years on end to fill the time.



14 points for the word Bored. Whoopee.

Smokey, your turn.

2.22.2006

erm...hi again...to Sauron's Kid too...



hey, does anyone else think that SK majorly likes Herpethia, or what?

how would THAT work out, I wonder...


read below what SK wrote and tell me...okay? I mean...if you don't, I understand...I guess I don't really have any friends or anything. Except for SK. So if no one comments on mine...I mean I understand. I was grateful for all the comments on my other post...though they tended to be mostly about SK...not that I'm complaining, cause I'm not...okay...

I miss her ever so...

Okay, apparantly some people (*cough* ruthie *cough* kick-butt soccer star) would like me to update.


Where have I been? I'll tell you where I've been. But if I told you, I'd have to kill you. Sad...isn't it.

Herpethia: You don't know how much I miss your posts. Are you ever coming back? I swear never to write another post if you don't come back!!! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEAS!!! Return!!!

Okay, if Herpethia returns, you'll hear from me about the ongoing stupidness that some people say in MY journal. For now, let's just say that Frodo? He's a wimp. How could he be so attached to his uncle? It's like a Hobbit and his home or an elf and looking pretty (guys and girls, I might add).

Lemme tell ya, there is some messed up stuff with Frodo and being weak! DON'T GET ME STARTED ON PAIN, MAN!

And to some strange questions asked by two certain people asked above (or maybe it was just Soccer Star, I don't recall) no, I'm not hot. It's always so cold in this mountain. Though sometimes, if Smokey isn't feeling THAT sick or self-conscience, he'll make us a fire to warm myself up with. Other than that, I'm always cold.

But what kind of a question is that???

You people...I just don't know!

12.19.2005

erm...hi

12.15.2005

An excerpt from the Journal of Frodo Baggins Concerning the Loss of an Uncle and the Gain of An Unwanted Estate

Okay, so BILBO LEFT!!!
What am I supposed to do?? I mean I've known him for all my life and we've always been close and all of a sudden *poof* he's gone!! And I'm serious about the *poof* thing. That was cool though...
But anyway, when he dissapeared at the party I started hyperventalating. I have a weak nervous system and he knows this!! Why would he pull something like that on me when he knows that I'm easily scared! Jeez!! Anyway, after I was fanned awake, I got up and hurried to the house. When I got there, Gandalf was waiting for me. He did not look happy! This guy occasionally scares the crap outa me. Anyway, so I started sorta looking around for Bilbo but Gandalf stopped me. He was all sullen and was like, "He's gone."
I wanted to know where he'd gone but Gandalf said, "Only the open road will warrant an answer to that, young hobbit."
What kind of an answer is that?? I wanna know where my uncle is!!
Anway, then he starts in on this shpeal about how Bilbo left everything to me but that I had to deal with a packet immidiately. I went to the mantelpiece and took down an envelope that had been leaning there, waiting for me. But I didn't open it. I didn't want to because opening it would for sure mean that Bilbo had left and would close the matter completely.
"You'll find his will and all the other documents in there I think," said the wizard, "You are the master of Bag End now. And also, I fancy, you'll find a golden ring."
"The ring!" I exclaimed."Has he left me that? I wonder why. Still, it may be useful."
That ring got me excited. I knew that bilbo had loved it and had often told me of how he obtained it. But he'd always been uncomfortable with me holding it so I'd only ever done so once.
"It may, and it may not," said Gandalf. "I should not make use of it, if I were you. But keep it secret, and keep it safe! Now I am going to bed."
Man, what a captain wet-blanket! But I too had to had things to do. Well...I guess he only had one thing to do...but me, I was going to be busy. I had to go and knock off the party. Nobody wanted to leave without an explanation but what could I say to them? I just told them that surely, everyting would be cleared up in the morning. Okay, so I was a little out of it and couldn't make up a better excuse. Whatever.
But the next day was worse. Everyone came to Bag End to see if I had answers. All I could tell the many hobbits who seemed to constantly come up the road to my home was, "Mr. Bilbo Baggins has gone away; as far as i know, for good."
Some hobbits, I invited inside because Bilbo, afterall, hadn't left everything for me. There were a few various items which went to different hobbits.
But yeah, the whole rest of the day was pretty much hectic. Rumors were spread that I was giving away things for everyhobbit and so throngs of them came, uninvited, to my door. They haggled for belongings that I wished to stay and they snuck items when my back was turned. Hey, I was tired and I was sick of these thieving beings. Thank goodness for Merry because he came and tried to help push hobbits away. He told everyone that I was disposed, that I was resting and to leave because I would see no one.
Of course I'm sad that Bilbo left. I miss him already.
But that ring is awesome!!

12.14.2005

An Update Concerning Gandalf's Last Excerpt, Bilbo's Stupid Actions and Smokey's Psycological Sickness

Mess about the ring clears up?? No way will that ever happen, old man!! Believe you me! I've been hearing yells of agravation lately from my father. And make no mistake, this mountain is thick! I mean, no one ever hears me cry when I call for help!! Or, maybe they just know that I'm not allowed out of the mountain...
Anyway, Dad has been really angry about the stupid ring lately. I mean, GOSH!! It's just a stupid ring, right? I mean, sometimes I have this want to put it on but I'm sure that's only genetic. Dad really wants the stupid thing and I think that he's going to be taking drastic actions soon, so I'd watch out it I were...all of you...

Oh, and sorry I've been gone so long. My best friend, Smokey the dragon was sick and near death. You know, I think his weight problems are really starting to get to him because he's constantly sad, you know. Plus, I think the psycological effect they have on him may have been what caused the sickness. But he's better now. I would be so lonely without him...

Oh, and Bilbo, stupid actions warrant stupid results, buddy. You're about to feel some consequenses, methinks.

Gosh, beings are stupid!!

8.22.2005

'Hobbits are strange men' excerpt from the journal of Gandalf the Grey or The Pilgrim

I'll never understand these little men called Hobbits. I do not see what Bilbo was trying to pull by using the ring in such a fasion. Right in front of all those Hobbits! I couldn't believe that he'd used it so carelessly. It's not like him...In fact, he's not been like himself these past few days. Seems very strained. Very tired too. I was very worried about him and I wanted to catch him before he truly dissapeared. I hurried back to the house. I knew he had to pick up some things and I was sure I could stop him to have a few words.
I was right and I actually got to the house before him. He seemed surprised when he first saw me and then perhaps a little embarassed. He must have know that I knew he had mis-used the ring. I can still remember our conversation pretty clearly. At first, he was rather cheery at being able to leave. I knew that Hobbits usually preferred to settle down in one spot and not move till the ground opened it's mouth and swallowed them up but Bilbo had been changed by his adventure before. He had kept mentioning to me how much he missed the 'open road' and how lucky I was to be constantly on the move. He doesn't know that I've yearned for a hot bath and a warm and comfertable bed to call my own for some time now. Since I am always traveling, I am bearly home anymore and I do so miss it.
Anyway, he started getting antsy when I mentioned Frodo and the house. He said that he had left everything to Frodo but when I asked about the ring, he seemed to get defensive, as if doubting that he would ever take something like that with him. Then, his mannor changed and all of a sudden, his eyes got fierce and he started asking why he shouldn't get the ring. His voice got harsh and was unusually high-pitched as he screached that it was his in the first place and that I was wrong to suggest that he should give it to Frodo.
Then, he startled me by calling the ring, "My own. My precious. Yes, my precious".
"It has been called that before," I said, "but not by you."
Even to this, he took offense.
Finally I lost my patience and got stern. He seemed to change his attitude quickly. It was almost as if he'd come out of a trance and once again, I was reminded of all the power this ring contained. He immidiately apologised, saying he hadn't been himself. I knew it to be the ring; taking over, in a sense.
He then promised to leave it to Frodo with the rest of the things and turned to go.
"You have still got the ring in your pocket," I reminded him as he clutched the door.
"Well, so I have!" he said, trying to give it to me. But I refused. I would not touch that ring if my life depended on it. I have seen the evil that it posseses and I wish to have no part of that in me. So he left it for Frodo in an envelope on the mantle. He bid me farewell and, walking stick in hand, headed out of the door to the road that he'd met so many times in his dreams, I'm sure.
Soon after he'd gone, Frodo came. He was sullen and sad when I told him that Bilbo had already left but I did not have time for this. I was weary from the night of festivities and then my row with Bilbo and was very ready for bed.
I explained to Frodo that Bilbo had left him everything. When I adressed him about the ring I made it clear that he kept it secret, and kept it safe. I told him to do with it what he may but not to use it.
But I was too weary to talk any longer and went off to bed.
I truly hope Bilbo's path takes him straight to where he's going. Even if he's going no where, I wish him well. He is an old, dear friend of mine and we have been through a lot together. But I do know that he is probably old enough to look out for himself. I guess I shall have to stop worrying about him so much. Yet somehow, it seems like I never will till this whole mess about this ring is cleared up.

Bilbo's Speach

"My dear Bagginses and Boffins and my dear Tooks and Brandybucks, and Grubbs, and Chubbs, and Burrowses, and Hornblowers, and Bolgers, Bracegirdles, Goodbodies, Brockhouses and Proudfoots."
"PROUDFEET!"
"Proudfoots. Also my good Sackville-Bagginses that I welcome back at last to Bag End. Today is my one hundred and eleventh Birthday. I am eleventy-one today!"
"Huray! Hurray! Many Happy Returns!"
"I hope you are all enjoying yourselves as much as I am. I shall not keep you long. I have called you all together for a Purpose. Indeed, for Three Purposes!
First of all, to tell you that I am immensely fond of you all, and that eleventy-one years is too short a time to live amongh such excellent and admirable hobbits. I don't know half of you as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
Secondly, to celebrate my birthday. I should say: OUR birthday. For it is, of course, also the birthday of my heir and nephew, Frodo. He comes of age and into his inheritance today.
Together we score one hundred and forty-four. Your numbers were chosen to fit this remarkable total: One Gross, if I may use the expression.
It is also, if I may be allowed to refer to ancient history, the anniversary of my arrival by barrel at Esgaroth on the Long Lake; though the fact that it was my birthday slipped my memory on that occasion. I was only fifty-one then, and birthdays did not seem so important. The banquet was very splended, however, though I had a bad cold at the time, I remember, and could only say 'thag you very buch'. I now repeat it more correctly: Thank you very much for coming to my little party.
Thirdly and finally, I wish to make an ANNOUNCEMENT. I regret to announce that-though, as I said, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to spend among you-this is the END. I am going. I am leaving NOW. GOOD-BYE!"

POOF!!!!!!!

7.15.2005

exerpt from the journal of bilbo baggins

-wow, eleventy-one! i do feel a bit old. but in a good way.
i hate to say this about the shire, since i do love it so, but i am weary of it. i long for the open road, the fresh air and the sites that little hobbits have ever seen! the sites that i once saw myself and marveled at. hmm...i'm a little hungry. i think it's about time for second breakfast.
-yes, very delicious! rasberry scones with apple tarts and green leaf tea. quite scrumptious.
now, this food i know i would miss. on the road meals are short and far between to conserve the food that one has packed. but this, i would give up for my dream. my dream to unite this tired old self of mine to the open land of middle earth. how can a hobbit no want to? there are no pressures, no responsibilities, the world; open to you and only you! it's a beauty that one would have to experience to believe. but how can i escape? frodo would never merely let me leave. we are such good friends and i will miss that old boy, but truly, i must get out of here. i feel squeezed in all different directions. i must be too busy. i need to be once again free!
-hmm...i'd just set down my pen when i came up with a thought...
eleventy-one is quite a respectful age to be for a hobbit. why, Old Took himself had only reached age 130! now, every birthday i have had after returning from my exciting journey has been merry yet small...
this year, i should throw myself a big birthday party! with half the town there, no one will notice my silent and quick absent and i'll be too far gone before they realize what's happened! bilbo, you are a genious!
-and the ring...the ring could help us..........my precious....

6.27.2005

a so called "controversy"-exerpt from sk's journal

who the hell is this "sauron's other kid"? he is not being excepted very well with me right now. i need to know his real identity and if he has a blog, i'll go and read over his thoughts but it must be shown. cowardice definitely does NOT run in my family and if this so called "other kid" wants to stand up and assume a role in my life as family, he needs to reveal himself. this should be done promptly because my patience is waining on this point. i do not mean to be so harsh but if this truly is my family, i would like to find out what they are like...sniff....my true family!!!

6.21.2005

gollums cry

Thief, thief! Baggins! We hates it for ever!

6.19.2005

It Begins...

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

-J.R.R. Tolkien

ow!!!

waw waw waw waw waw wakazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzaaaam!!!!!!!!




^what's going on? why is it all dark???????^


*hello! i'm just finishing the last part of my time craze!*

^journal, when i get my hands on you again, i swear.....^

*i swear! you'll love it!! more updates, constant writing for you to read, tons of new friends!!!! i'm only doing this for your own good!!!*

^what's that terrible taste in my mouth?^

*oh.....that's soap....*

^i'm gonna be sick! why did i need to taste soap for this time craze?^

*oh, you didn't. the soap was complementary*

^free?^

*no, just really nice...*

^(hurl)^

*okay, all done! plug your nose real quick, k?*

^what did you say?^

flush!!!!!!!!!!!

^(cough, cough)^

*okay!!!!!! time craze has been reset!!! begin again!!!*

^ohhhhh! my head!!!!!!^


&&&this blog has been reset to the beggining of this amazing story&&&

6.18.2005

yeah, great idea, thanks, wierdo...

yeah, so i did try what that one girl said and i tried to get out of here but i guess that my toothbrush is not a very good digging tool. plus, now what am i gonna brush my teeth with? thanks, whoever you were (i forgot which one) now i have bad breath. and yes, rochwen, i'll be back. my journal is initiating some wierd thingy that will take me back to the beggining of this whole shabanging story. don't worry, i'll post more later.

stupid toothbrush.



SMOKEY PUT MY SHOWERCAP DOWN FOR THE LAST TIME!!

6.06.2005

hey, kid

hey, kid, congrats on your almost 16ness. right back at ya!
35

5.31.2005

wait a second....i still have questions?

when did life start exhisting? and why does it suck so much?why do people look like they do? why do i not look like people? why do i look how i do? why did dad turn into a humongous burning eye? why does smokey think that he is fat? why do dragons have scales? why do fish have scales? why can't i breathe fire like smokey? why can't i live outside this mountain? why do monsters scare people? why do i care about that last question? am i considered a monster because i don't look like anything anyone has ever seen? would people think i am ugly if they saw me? would i care? will i ever fall in love? will i ever be able to run alongside a stream? will i ever eat a hobbit? would i get yelled at if i did? when will i die? when will i really live? when will life get more exciting for me? will it ever? why do birds never fly into mountains? why do they never sing near my prison/home/mountain? why should i have to learn about things such as birds and hobbits through books? when will someone read this post? will anyone read this post? does it matter if they do? will the leave a comment? will they not care enough to do so? will they think that this post is too long to read and just move on? is this post too long to read? why do i worry so much about unimportant things? why did my mother die? did my mother die? when will i get to kiss someone? will i get to kiss someone? if i do, will they like it? or like me? will anyone ever like me? more importantly, will anyone love me? do i have a strange urge for a ring i have never seen and only know it to exhist? will i ever see it? will i need to? will anyone ever end up dying because of me? will smokey ever fly out of here and not return? will i ever be all alone again? will i ever see an olephant? do they even exhist? will my journal ever do what it said it will do and reset the time? will people write in the journal for me to read? will they ever be able to read what i write? who will kill me? why will i die? will i ever die, or am i immortal? will i be here FOREVER???????????????????????????


p.s. SMOKEY, PUT DOWN MY SHOWER CAP, ALREADY!!!

5.25.2005

*sigh*

I'm insanely sad today. Would anyone care to guess why? It is because hardly anyone ever comments on my site. Whenever I come to check this blog, it's always the same...*sigh*. Life just is that way. Life just is that sad when you're stuck in some annoying mountain with no friends...
But I did make some friends. I believe that Rochwen and (ahem)grace are my buddies because they do comment and actually have conversations with me on the comment boxes. But why haven't they commented recently? I know the reason...
It is, as usual. They have both forgotten about me. Both of them, that Gray Bean, and that wonderful {-witch-} too. They have all forgotten that I exhist and am here, waiting for comments to liven my day. But I know there are reasons for this. Rochwen is having that terrible, trifiling love life that has been hard to surmount. (ahem)grace is learning to drive and is also too buys listening to cd's, which should not be an actual excuse but what else can we say for her. Gray Bean is having troubles getting her own blog, and {-witch-} is having trouble with a new room-mate that has dropped into her life.
Plus, over all of that, Rochwen, (ahem)grace, and Gray Bean are all dealing with troubles involving their environment blog. I can understand. Still.....
I'd like to feal for once in my life like people actually cared that I exhisted. There are so many reasons for me to think that no one does.
1. I don't even have a name since my dad didn't care and my mom died before she could name me (or so I'm told).
2. No one ever visits me here in the bowels of Mount Doom and I feal alone almost all of the time.
3. The only being who ever does talk to me is Smokey, the cowardly dragon who always complains about how fat he is getting.
4. No one EVER comments on my site.
5. Okay, so some people have, but only about four people all together, including me.
I know this sounds like whining but when I got a blog I thought, "Wow!! Finally!! A link to other worlds and a time for me to get some real friends!!"
Oh....how sadly wrong I was....*whimper*
*sigh*

5.20.2005

A note from your journal!!!

Dear sauron's kid,
Oh don't worry, sauron's kid! You'll love all that I do! It's going to be so much fun to read all this stuff that comes from all these different people and beasts and beings!! Oh, plus, I decided to turn time back a little so that the stories would all begin from...well...the beggining!!! I hope you like this!!!
your jolly old origianal journal!

5.18.2005

another dark thought, by sauron's kid

How I Was Put into This Stupid Mountain
by sauron's kid
(note: this is not in black speach but a language i myself created. what else am i supposed to do down here?)
piddle troop,
dunpack moop!
loggurn torma,
urga doop!
shengai plenda,
turgatur denda,
beddian morma,
gordme menda!
trictet mool,
sevek smool,
deveti krool,
engadia shmool!
dega trenda
mende dool!
TRANSLATION:
small drop,
abrupt stop!
aching back,
muscles pop!
lots of pain,
for no gain,
rope is slack,
your cries in vain!
you yell and shout,
to be let out,
heart full of doubt,
you start to pout!
with all hopes slain,
you pick a new route.

5.16.2005

What??? Explain now, you stupid book???

Journal,
I was going to be nice and easy about the first clone. I was actually begining to enjoy making fun of the numbskull hobbits. But this is beginning to get out of hand. Have you considered the consequences???? Who all, and don't lie to me, did you give clones to??? I better know soon because I am losing my temper. You do remember what happened to my last journal...do you not? I would TRULY hate to see that unfortunate occurance happen to you, journal. Would you not agree?
sauron's kid (i am not at ALL happy with you)

A little note of clone-ation from your loving journal!

Dear Sauron's Kid!
Hi! It's you cheery Journal!!! I was just writing this little not to let you know that, while I do love your entries (they're so...different! and....creative?) I did clone myself. Please don't freak out! I'm just doing this so that you might meet some more people. You know I worry about you sometimes. All cooped up with no one but Smokey. I'm just trying to help. So now, some hobbits should be finding a clone of me. Also...I was a little hesitant to say this but I did clone again....but don't worry...It's not a problem at all...the beings that will find them (by them, I am not implying that I cloned myself other multiple times.....unless you're not angry that I would...then, that means that I did...um) are great...beings. It should be interesting to see what they write. I'm sure you'll enjoy it...
You're joyful and loving, ever-supportive and always trying to improve the world for you,
Journal!

5.13.2005

A conversation between Merry and Pippin on the way to the Prancing Pony (with slight comments from various other members of the traveling party)

Merry: Pippin?
Pippin: Yes Merry, what is it?
Merry: Oh nothing. I was just trying to decide how far away from me you are. I can't quite make out your form.
Pippin: Yeah, it's dark. How long have we been traveling?
Merry: Oh, I dunno. A while that's for sure. We left Tom Bombadil's house at sunrise.
Pippin: A whole day. My feet are kinda sore.
Samwise: And I forgot my bloody shoes...
Pippin: What's that Sam?
Samwise: Oh nothing.
Merry: I wonder if this rain will ever let up!
Pippin: I would have much rather preferred to stay at Tom's house. Great food, he had. And strong ale as old as time itself! A hobbit's dream, I'd say!
Merry: Pippin, you do know that the ale actually was as old as time...since Tom was too...right?
Pippin: What? Tom looked a bit young....
(pause)
Merry: You're telling me...What are you telling me?
Pippin: I must have missed the part where he told us that he was as old as time.
Merry: How could you miss that? It was in all his songs and stuff!
Pippin: Hey! That explains how he knew all those old stories! I was wondering about that!!
Merry:........
Frodo: Pippin, how much of the time are you actually listening to what we're saying?
Pippin: What?
Frodo: ...wow...
Pipping: No really, what? What did I miss?
Merry: Let's just walk in silence, okay?
Pippin: Well, okay.
(long pause)
Pippin: That River Daughter was very pretty hot! Tom must have a hard time deciding which men to let court his daughter. She didn't seem very open to flattery. I asked her out but she wasn't very perseptive to the idea.
(another pause, shorter)
Merry (exasperated): Pippin, you can't be serious!
Pippin: What? Do you think that she's too good for me or something?
Merry: No, you Ork! She wasn't Tom's daughter!
Pippin: What? What do you mean?
Samwise: Oh for cryin out loud!
Merry: You dunse! River Daughter was Tom's wife!
Pippin: What??...Well that explains a lot! And it makes me feel better.
Merry: Makes you feel better? What do you mean?
Pippin: Well, that obviously doesn't mean that she wasn't attracted to me. It just means that she was already married.
Frodo: I'll never be able to show myself anywhere near Tom again!
Merry: It makes me feel like an oaf's commpanion is what!
Samwise: Haven't you heard? It's been confermed...he truly is the son of an oaf.
Pippin: Hey! And she wasn't directly connected to my family anyway!
Merry: *sigh* This is going to be a REALLY long trip.
Samwise: And they told me it was a vacation...HA!
Pippin: Well I'm enjoying myself! Maybe you guys could get a little more on the bright side.
Frodo: Pippin...I just don't understand how you could not get that they were married. I mean, are you seriously never listening?
Merry: yes.
Samwise: yes.
Pippin: no!
Pippin: Okay, now I agree with Merry. Let's just walk in silence. I've had enough.
Merry: 'Bout time.
Samwise: What's that up ahead?
Merry: I really can't see anything at this moment.
Frodo: Neither can I. How can you, Sam?
Samwise: Well, It's a big sign with flashing lights that says, "Brandywine Movie Theaters". Come on, don't tell me you guys can't see that.
Merry: Oh, now I see.
Pippin: Ouch! Hey, Merry, watch your step!
Merry: Sorry.
(pause)
Pippin: Well, should we go see a movie? I mean, what else is there that we have to do? We're on a vacation, right? Right guys?
(pause)
Pippin: Guys?

5.12.2005

My First Dark Thought, The strange urge for the One Ring, set in words by Sauron's Kid

Smooth,
Gold,
New yet,
Old.
Power,
Surge,
Strange,
Urge!
Bearer's
Curse,
Heavy?
Worse!
Yearning,
Calling,
Slipt-on,
Falling.
Vanish,
Appear,
Bearer's,
Near!
Dream,
Hold,
Smooth and,
Gold.
Awake,
Despair,
The Ring's not,
There!
Wish,
Hope,
Struggle,
Grope.
Found,
Lost,
At high
Cost.
Burn,
Reveal,
Give,
Steal!
Wound,
Pain,
Loss,
Gain.
Shining,
Water,
Stolen...
Slaugher!
Poisoned
Minds,
Twisting
Vines.
Weary
Heads,
Many
Dreads.
Round,
Bold,
Smooth,
Gold!

5.11.2005

Strider...what's wrong with your head?

Ok, you said that she was hot! Why didn't you go for her? I don't get you...she was so clearly interested in you! Why didn't you flirt with her or something? Or at least compliment her some more. When she said that you were complimenting her too much but that she didn't mind, that was CLEARLY a sign for you to continue!

You strange people. You guys are really bad at making decisions!

You're all hopeless!

5.09.2005

The Angry Barmaid, by Strider

These hobbits have not been easy to live with, lemme tell ya.

I had just stopped in at the Prancing Pony to have a bit of fine ale and rest myself. There was a new barmaid there that I noticed. She was very pretty and caught my eye as soon as I stepped in the dark room. Hastely, she dealt with another customer and sauntered up to me with a mischievous smile forming on her lips!

I am a very quiet and mysterious person so all I could do was smile to myself as she flirted with my hooded figure. She had a shapely figure shown off by the fitted but plain gown of a barmaiden. Tightly wound around her waist was a dirty apron with stains of previous spills. She smelled of strong ale and hard work.

She smiled and batted her eyelashes at me.

"Please fetch me an ale, lass" I said huskily.
"You needn't call me lass, sir. I am today but twenty and three. I am young no longer" she said, as she threw back her hair and devilishly glared at me.
"Pardon the miss wording, my lady, but one would not guess that you held such an age by your smile. I was mislead" I said, wishing she would just bring me the ale.
"La, sir, but you compliment me too much! Not that I object..." she said, smiling again.
"The ale, madame" I tactfully reminded her.
"Oh...! I never!" she said angrily. She had not, obviously, picked up on my wishes to be left alone. Oh well. All mortal girls are like this. However, Elves are a different matter...

I brought out my pipe and carefully lit it. I relaxed and put my feet up. I was in a dark corner, away from the drunken men and hobbits who most often ocupy this establishment. I liked being in my solitude. Plus, with a wall to my back, I would never have any surprises and could watch the movements of all in the room. I saw three dirty old men laughing over their spirits and talking of younger days. I saw a husband and wife, eating a quiet and peaceful dinner in a corner. I saw a group of travelers, eating, drinking, singing-so merry to be alive...and drunk, for that matter. I saw the barmaid filling a glass with ale. She had a dark look on her face (one I assumed to be my fault. Oh well, I can't help wanting solitude) and was talking rapidly to an older barmaid (again, I assumed to be the object of this disscusion since the older one kept glancing at me and giving me these nasty looks).
Then, these four soaking wet hobbits stepped in. They immidiately caught my attention. These were the hobbits that I was looking for. Gandalf had asked me to keep an eye out for them and to help them when I found them.
One of the hobbits went up to the bar and inquired about something to the barkeeper. He looked dissapointed and a little confused after their disscusion was over and he joined the other three hobbits to tell them the news. Their faces dropped slightly as they recieved it. I guessed that the hobbit had been inquiring about Gandalf. I watched as they removed their sodden cloaks and moved over and sat at a table not far from mine.
The barmaid approached and placed a full tankard of ale in front of me.
"Anything else you'll be wantin?" she asked coldly.
"Just put this on my tab, please" I said, not removing my eyes from the hobbits. This seemed to annoy her as she then went busstling off muttering something about an ungrateful man.
The hobbits started to drink. It's a funny thing, watching a hobbit slowly get drunk. At first, they seem to deny the possibility, saying to themselves, "A little ale does not affect me!" and then they drink more and more, still relying on that thought. Then, they have become fully drunk and are suddenly very merry. They began dancing and singing with the other men happily. I was about to intervene when one of the hobbits did a very risky thing...he dissapeared.
I know hold myself responsible for the hasty and unsafe few days that we had after that.
You see, the hobbit (which had turned out to be Frodo) had slipped on "The Ring" and had, thereby, dissapeared. This had attracted beasts that are commonly known as Ring Wraiths. These are Nazgul Knights and they are very dangerous. Each of the many of them yearn for the ring and would do anything to have it. That is why, when I spoke to the hobbits later that night, I explained the need for us to be packing up and leaving.
We were in some pretty big danger.

Samwise, get over yourself!

Man are you a stuffy hobbit! I mean, where do you get off making fun of all your friends? Excuse me, that's right. YOU DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO BUSY CRITISIZING EVERYONE WHO TALKS TO YOU! If you were stuck in a hot and uncomfertable mountain and your only friend was a dragon (which, I'm happy to report, was not killed afterall) then you would not be so picky! Frodo can't be that bad! I mean, he seems to think that you are his loyal friend and obviously treats you such! AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THAT HE HAD BEEN CARRYIED OFF BY SOME ELF DOOD BECAUSE HIS WOUND WAS SO BAD?!!?? Man are you pathetic! I can't believe that someone would be so cruel and unfeeling. Why, just yesterday I had to help Smokey (that's my best friend, the dragon) through another crisis. He's got some self-image problems. He thinks he's fat. But that's not what I'm here to talk about anyway. You should be happy for adventure too! I'm cooped up here and all I can do is read what you stupid idiots write and dream...dream that one day...one day, that will be me!
And so what if the Shire is nice! How do you know it's the best if you've never been anywhere else?! Ever think about that?
Plus, what are you doing writing in my journal? HUH? I mean, you don't just pick up some random book that says, "My Dark Thoughts, by Sauron's Kid" and just start writing in it! It's my journal!!!!!!!! But...I guess you can continue...since the only other thing I do is talk Smokey through crisis's and that's, well, not really fun. But I guess it doesn't matter anyway since I don't think you'll be able to read what I write. I think Journal Clones work only one way and obviously I can read what you guys write. So you won't be able to read this, I think. Plus, I've already written some entries in this journal and I KNOW you wouldn't have written in it if you could read those...he he he. So I have power. HA!

5.08.2005

Samwise Gamgee's Bad Mistake

whoa, i guess this book is weird, like Merry told me. Oh no, not again! Frodo's throwing up...i guess that wound was really bad. Wait, maybe I should explain. Merry just found this weird-looking book and there was this message inside. It said, "My Dark Thought's, by Sauron's Kid". I don't know who this kid is, or Sauron for that matter, but he hasn't written anything in it! So Merry says, "'Ae, why don't you write a little bit yourself, matey!" Well, i'm not much of a writer but I'll at least write down what's happening. Okay, so here's how it goes.
I was just minding my own buisness and walking home from a very enjoyable walk in the Shire when my Gaffer comes up to me and says, "Samwise Gamgee! What are you doing walkin' aboot when there's work ta be done? Why look at the state of that lawn! Where've you put your green thumb, my boy?"
Well, i sure could'a told him where I was gonna put my green thumb but just then Frodo comes running up. He's yelling and screaming and making this big deal. You see, he's a rather flighty young Hobbit. Daft, or something i'm sure. Anyway, he's yelling to me, "Sam! Samwise! You'll never guess who's come!"
He doesn't even wait for me to say that I don't really care. He just starts hopping about and says, "It's Gandalf!!! GANDALF!!!! And he's come to the Shire!!" I told you, flighty. Then he says he has to run off and that he'll see me later. I cannot tell you how much of a REJECT he is becoming. Ever since the Sackville-Bagginses pointed out that he looks like a girl, he has been avoided by all. Well, all except me, the Gaffer, and that weirdo who runs the estate i work on, Bilbo Bagginses. I have to stick with him or i won't get paid...or the Gaffer will "show me some of his gardening tools" as I've often heard him threaten.
Whatever. So it turns out that Gandalf came because he was going to help get the party going for Bilbo's 111'th birthday. Yeah, that dood is OLD. Well, not so much...but whatever.
The party was pretty cool. There was this really hot female hobbit there that wanted to dance with me. I think her name was Rosie. But Frodo kept embarassing me. Every time she and i would dance, he'd try to dance next to us...without a partner. That's, of course, because no one actually will dance with him. I really do see that girl peeking out of his face. It's kind of...ugly too. Anyway, so Bilbo gets up to do a speach. Let me just ask one question here. Why were speaches created in the first place? Who wants to hear some guy get up and babble on and on about how he really doesn't mind getting older and that the party is the coolest ever? I certaintly don't. But he goes up there anyway and starts talking. It gets really boring and I was almost nodding off when he suddenly dissapears!!!
Not kidding. All those hobbits saw it too so it isn't like I was dreaming because I was so bored. The guy actually dissapeared. My curiousity is sparked (obviously) so I sneak up to the Bilbo's house and crouch underneath a window. That right there was one of my biggest ever mistake. That's the reason i'm standing here now, trying to get vomit off of the edge of my cloak. Anyway, Bilbo is in the house and he's fighting with this shadow. No, that's not a shadow, that's Gandalf. I'm still getting used to how tall he is.
They fight for a long time and finally resolve their problems. I can't imagine what a wizard and a hobbit could be fighting about! Okay, I'm not the most imaginative hobbit but it's the guy's 111'th birthday, for crying out loud! Give the dood a break! Anyway, then they say goodbye (I had come a little closer so that i could hear them) and Bilbo actually leaves! Yep, headed out on the open road again. Stupid hobbit. It's nicer in the Shire than anywhere else! Why would he want to leave? He's just wierd.
So then Frodo comes in and Gandalf is all like, "I've got a job for you" or something like that. He sets him all about the house packing and everything and I'm wondering, "What the heck is going on?"
I must have been thinking too loud because from out of nowhere, I'm lifted into the room. Gandalf's face was stern and his stare was peircing. "What have you heard?" he asks me. "Oh nothing, I was just, you know, hanging out. Dood, have you tried that grass? It's strong, man" i say, but he doesn't fall for it cause i'm obviously not stoned or anything. So then he does this really mean thing. He's like, "Ok then, Frodo. Looks like you are going to have a friend join you on your little trip!"
One: I am not his friend, even though i'm forced to hang out whith him.
Two: Does this Gandalf dood think i have no life? I can't take a vacation!
Three: Who says "little" anymore when referring to a trip. I tell ya, these wizards may be really smart, but they fall behind the times so much from being cramped up in little libraries, studying scrolls all day.
Next thing i know, i'm packing a few extra clothing, my pots, my pans, a little bit of rope, some other cooking supplies, some good food, some plant packets, my lucky dice, my fortune teller eight ball, my snorkel, my spa oils, my robe, my tanning lotion, my toothbrush, and my toothpaste. And wouldn't you know it, I forgot to bring my shoes. How stupid can I get? I have these humongous feet and i forget shoes. Oh well.
Okay, i've been writing in this book a long time and i just realized that Frodo's gone. I asked Pippin and he said that this elf guy came and took him away after he'd barfed all over me. Good riddance! But as i'm writing this, I wonder if it's a bad idea. I mean, Sauron isn't exactly a really friendly name and this guy's kid must be pretty nasty. Plus, it's tittled, "My Dark Thoughts" which, now that i think about it, really creeps me out! REALLY! So i'm thinking i'll let Merry have the book back. He's the one who found it in the first place. Plus, he's always been a better writer than i have.
Aaragorn says we have to leave.
"Hey Merry! Come here!"