Lord of the Rings Secret Diaries! *warning: spoilers*

amnesiac

Lifer
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Got this in email yesterday. Apologies if it's a repost. Long but worth the read. Funny as hell.


THE SECRET DIARY OF ARAGORN SON OF ARATHORN

Day One:
Ringwraiths killed: 4. V. good. Met up with Hobbits.
Walked forty miles. Skinned a squirrel and ate it.

Still not King.


Day Four:
Stuck on mountain with Hobbits. Boromir really annoying.

Not King yet.


Day Six:
Orcs killed: none. Disappointing. Stubble update: I look rugged and manly. Yes!
Keep wanting to drop-kick Gimli. Holding myself back.

Still not King.


Day Ten:
Sorry no entries lately. V. dark in Mines of Moria. Big Baelrog.

Not King today either.


Day Eleven:
Orcs killed: 7. V. good. Stubble update: Looking mangy.
Legolas may be hotter than me.

I wonder if he would like me if I was King?


Day 28:
Beginning to find Frodo disturbingly attractive. Have a feeling if I
make a move, Sam would kill me. Also, hairy feet kind of a turn-off.

Still not King.


Day 30:
In Lothlorien. Think Galadriel was hitting on me. Saucy wench.
Nice chat with Boromir. He's not so bad.
Took a shower. Yay!

But still not King.


Day 32:
Orcs killed: none. Stubble update: subtly hairy.
Legolas told me that a shadow and a threat had been growing in his mind.
I think Legolas might be kinda gay.

Nope, not King.


Day 33:
Orcs killed: Countless thousands. V. good.
Boromir killed by Orcs. Bummer. Though he died bravely in my arms, am
now quite sure that he was very definitely gay.
Not so sure about Gimli either.
RIP Boromir.

Still not King, but at least Boromir seemed to think I was. Might
however have been blood loss.


Day 34:
Frodo went to Mordor. Said he was going alone, but took Sam with him.
Why?
My God, is everyone in this movie gay but me?
Not so sure about me either.

Still not King, goddammit.


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The Secret Diary of Legolas, son of Weenus


Day One:
Went to Council of Elrond. Was prettiest person there. Agreed to
follow some tiny little man to Mordor to throw ring into volcano. Very important
mission - gold ring so tacky.

Day Four:
Boromir so irritating. Why must he wear big shield like dinner plate
all the time? Climbed up Caradhras but wimpy humans who cannot walk on snow
insisted we climb back down.

Am definitely prettiest member of the Fellowship. Go me!


Day Six:
Far too dark in Mines of Moria to brush hair properly. Am very afraid
I am developing a tangle.
Orcs so silly.

Still the prettiest.


Day Ten:
Gandalf fell into shadow. In other news, I think I am developing a
spot on my nose. V. serious situation, as Elven spots likely to last for 500
years or more.

Still prettiest, despite blasted spot.


Day Eleven:
In Lothlorien. Suspect Galadriel may be prettier than me.
Also, am quite sure she copied my hairstyle. I was wearing that same
look at least 1,000 years ago. Silly bint. She was most annoyed that I used
her mirrored fountain to take a nice bubble bath.
I choose to ignore her claim that my hair clogged her drain. Not one
strand of my hair has fallen out in 800 years, why would it start now?

Still prettiest by far.


Day 30:
All this paddling about in boats is hell on my complexion.
Aragorn obviously starting to find Frodo strangely attractive. Sam
will kill him if he tries anything.

Still the prettiest.


Day 33 :
Boromir tempted by Ring. So tedious. Cannot be tempted myself, as
already have everything I want i.e. perfect hair and a butt like granite.
Have been getting very strange letters from someone calling herself
"Stacey" who wants to do obscene things to my elfhood. Fortunately have
super-duper elf vision so can run away if I see her coming.


Day 35:
Boromir dead. Very messy death, most unnecessary. Did get kissed by
Aragorn as he expired. Does a guy have to get shot full of arrows around here
to get any action? Boromir definitely not prettier than me. Cannot understand
it. Am feeling a pout coming on.
Frodo off to Mordor with Sam. Tiny little men caring about each other,
rather cute really.
Am quite sure Gimli fancies me. So unfair. He is waist height, so can
see advantages there, but chunky braids and big helmet most offputting.
Forsee dark times ahead, very dark times.


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The Very Secret Diary of Boromir of Gondor


Day One:
Went to Council of Elrond. Aragorn acting all superior as usual. He
thinks he's so great because he's shagging that bit of elf crumpet on the
side. I mean just because someone has a broad chest, firm, defined muscles, an
outdoorsy tan and loads of manly stubble doesn't mean that....what?
Got distracted there for a bit.
Seem to have agreed to go on some sort of mission while distracted by
Aragorn's enormous...rudeness.

Ooops.


Day Three
Stupid Ring, stupid Quest, stupid Fellowship.


Day Four
Frodo dropped Ring today. Picked it up, but Aragorn made me give it
back. Arrogant bastard. Wonder how he'd feel with Horn of Gondor shoved
right up his...

Stupid Ring.


Day Four:
Is obvious that Aragorn is strangely attracted to Frodo.
Ha Ha! Ha!
Sam will kill him if he tries anything.


Day Six:
Aragorn still into Frodo. "Boromir, give the Ring back to Froooodoo."
"Boromir, let *me* carry Frodo up Caradhras." "Boromir, quit trying to
cut off Frodo's head while he's asleep so you can get at the Ring."

Blatant favoritism most annoying.


Day Ten:
Why isn't Aragorn into me ?


Day Eleven:
Carried Frodo out of Mines of Moria.
Kind of liked it, actually.
Hope am not turning into pervy hobbit-fancier like Uncle Windermir.
Not after what happened to *him.* Merry and Pippin are cute little things,
too...

In other news, Gandalf died.


Day 30:
In Lothlorien. Galadriel quite a babe. Feel sure she was attracted to
my rugged yet unwashed manliness.
Legolas took a bath in her fountain. Got in trouble. Ha. Ha. Big elfy
git. Am quite sure he dyes his hair. Also, he has spot on his nose.
Aragorn suggested we take baths as well. Only realized in nick of time
he did not mean with each other.

Stupid Aragorn.


Day 33 :
Frodo being all weird about the Ring. Won't even let me look at it.
Must admit I had a bit of a tussle with him trying to get a gander at it.
Rolled around on him till he went invisible. Resisted urge to have a little
cuddle (made easier when he punched me in the face.)

Aragorn would be jealous. Ha!


Day 35:
Killed by orcs.

Stupid orcs.


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THE VERY SECRET DIARY OF FRODO BAGGINS:

Day One:
Feeling much better in House of Elrond after nice long nap. Also, Sam
gave me fabulous backrub and bubble bath. Platonic, brotherly love so
wonderful. Wasn't quite entirely sure why he needed to suck on my toes, but am
assured it has something to do with Elf medicine.


Day Three
Have agreed to carry Ring to Mordor. In hindsight, probably a bad move.


Day Four
Aragorn and Boromir had big fight over who got to carry me up Mount
Caradhras. Aragorn shoved Boromir into snowbank. Boromir bit Aragorn
on the ear. Ring must be affecting them more seriously than I thought.


Day Six:
Woke up to find Aragorn playing with buttons on my shirt.
He must be after the Ring. Damn its siren call.

Ah well, Sam will kill him if he tries anything.


Day Ten:
Today Legolas began stroking my inner thigh with his bow.
Was stunned. Had no idea Legolas wanted the Ring too.
It must truly be an object of awesome power.


Day Eleven:
Gandalf showed me very strange trick he can do. Apparently pointy
wizard hat not just for show.
Wonder if Ring is affecting him, or perhaps he is just v. peculiar.


Day 24 :
Finally feel rested. Is too dark in Mines of Moria for Aragorn to find
me and pinch me as he has been doing lately.
Gandalf fell into shadow. Was sad to see pointy hat go.


Day 27 :
Lothlorien so pretty. Galadriel pretty too. Offered her One Ring, but
she kept saying, "No, there's something else I'd rather have from you,
Frodo Baggins," and trying to slide foot up inside my breeches. So, gave her
my extra pair of breeches since she seemed fond of them. Maybe some kind
of breeches shortage in Lothlorien.


Day 30 :
Rowed all day in boats. V. tired. Merry and Pippin offered to give me
a group massage. Nice to have such v. concerned friends. Glad Ring is
not affecting them. Although did not need back rubbed quite so much, nor
other parts.

Pippin does remember we're cousins, right?

Right?


Day 33 :
Boromir tried to take the Ring. Am not entirely certain, but am fairly
sure he also tried to have a little cuddle. Was most unnerving, as Boromir
quite huge.


Day 36 :
Everyone keeps hitting on me. Cannot cope. Off to Mordor.
Sam coming too. Good thing, as will enable me to have more of those
platonic, brotherly foot massages he's so good at.
Am sad to leave rest of Company though, as found myself quite fancying
the idea of shagging Gimli. Chunky braids and huge helmet quite a turn-on.
Ah, well, he never would have liked me anyway.


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THE VERY SECRET DIARY OF SAMWISE GAMGEE

Day One:
Frodo stabbed by Morgul blade. Oh no! Pippin cried. Told Pippin it
would be all right as Mr. Frodo far too hot to die.

Did I say that out loud?


Day Three:
Have followed Mr. Frodo to Rivendell where Elves will heal him.
Gandalf told me to help poor unconscious Mr. Frodo get out of dirty clothes. So
took clothes off him and gave him a bath. And another one. Then gave him
another bath. Gandalf came and told me six baths was quite enough, Samwise
Gamgee.

Poncy old git probably hasn't taken a bath since the Second Age.


Day Four:
Wonder if it is time for Mr. Frodo to have another bath yet.


Day Five:
Elf bubble bath v. colorful and pretty.

Gandalf no fun at all.

*sulk*


Day Six:
Mr. Frodo awake! Is doing well although also seems concerned as to why
his fingers are all wrinkled.

Decided not to tell him about all the baths.


Day Seven:
Snuck into Council of Elrond. Frodo offered to take Ring to Mordor.
Mr. Frodo is so brave, handsome, tall and wonderful!
Okay, so possibly isn't all that tall.


Day Eight:
Off to Mordor. Other members of Fellowship v. dodgy if you ask me.
Especially Boromir. "Teaching Merry and Pippin how to sword-fight" my
Aunt Lobelia. Obviously pervy hobbit-fancier who likes to roll around with
small men in shorts.


Day Nine:
Aragorn just as pervy as Boromir. Obviously fancies Mr. Frodo.

Will kill him if he tries anything.


Day Ten:
V. dark in Mines of Moria. Used flat edge of sword to whack Aragorn
every time he tried to pinch Mr. Frodo in the dark.
Gandalf fell into bottomless pit. Mr. Frodo said something later about
pointy wizard hat, but did not understand it as am innocent young
hobbit from Shire not versed in wordily ways.

Pippin says Legolas is shagging Gimli.

Ick.


Day Fifteen:
Lothlorien v. pretty. Blonde elf lady absolutely hitting on poor Mr.
Frodo left, right and center. Pippin agrees. Told Pippin height difference
would make relationship impossible. Pippin said Mr. Frodo could stand on
stilts.

Hate Pippin.


Day Twenty-Two:
Leaving Lothlorien. Bye-bye grabby elf lady.
Not sure where going exactly, but is obviously somewhere
water-related, as have been given boats.
Do not care really as long as get to share boat with Mr. Frodo.


Day Twenty-Three:
Boromir finally acted on pent-up lust for Mr. Frodo. Got shot down of
course (hurrah!) but not before made spectacle of himself. Claims was trying
to take Ring so as to rule world and bring down evil, but we all know
that's a big fib don't we.


Day Twenty-Four:
Boromir killed by orcs. Knew orcs good for something.
Frodo off to Mordor. Taking me along, hurrah! Mr. Frodo needs cheering
up as seems inexplicably sorry to say goodbye to Gimli, as well as is
depressed and claims is now sure he will die a virgin in the barren wastelands
of the Dark Lord's realm.

We will see about that.
 

zeon

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soooooo long..... and it gets old after a while.. but the part before it gets old is somewhat funny... in a juvenille sort of way... but theres nothing wrong with that...
 

XMan

Lifer
Oct 9, 1999
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Rather than create a new thread . . .

Diary of a Cat

DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling
objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry
cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the
mild satisfaction I get from shredding the occasional piece of furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant and cough it up on the carpeting.

DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet
while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the
stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once
again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on
their bed (again).

DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep
depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.

DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in
attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike
fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good
little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan...

DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I
was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning
foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a
liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my
teeth and the tiny bit of flesh under my claws.

DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was
placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise
and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More
importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of
"allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe
snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to
return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to
be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to
mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my
every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is
assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.