and the bunny continues...
Jan. 17th, 2003 12:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spokeit's slowed down a little, at least, but:
Dear Diary,
Where to start, where to start...
So, I go through all the trouble of getting the new hobbit, (Bilbo, it's name is) through a forest full of spiders and a dungeon full of Elves, and what thanks do I get? None, that's what. None!
While we're planning the escape, I over-hear the Head Dwarf saying something about a Dragon. It turned out they were going to try and rob it! Ha!
Knew there was going to be a Dragon involved.
I was quite sure it would eat them all: still, we had to get away from those Elves. And then the Laketown people. I mean, the Mayor seemed a nice enough fellow, the sort i'd get along with wonderfully, but there was this Bard fellow about all the time. Rather creepy, so I wasn't all surprise to hear he'd shot the Dragon. Had that 'hero-to-be' aura about him, you know?
Oh! But do you know, the Dwarves locked themselves in the Mountain? It was wonderful, all the fear and tension and arguments. Closest thing to a nice, normal environment i'd had in years; all Gollum wanted to talk about after a while was fish. And me. And fish. I hates fishes.
Anyway, the whole thing was easily worth helping them escape the Elves. People demanding money from them and everything, all involved starving to death. For a minute there, I thought I might have a way out: wait for the Dwarves and that Hobbit to starve to death, grab a passing Man while they loot the Mountain. No such luck of course.
However, it was quite hilarious, listening to the Head Dwarf going on about his treasure. I'd have ratted little Bilbo out, too, except for the fact that these are Dwarves. Still, had some fun between Head Dwarf's ranting about Arkenstone-thing and Bilbo's paranoia. 'Oh, they're going to find out, they're going to kill me-ahh! Wait, that was just a large shadow. Oh, they're going to find out, i'm going to get killed horribly!'
I swear i'm going to go insane dealing with him. Three times he almost starved to death, and he still wouldn't kill off the Dwarves. Not even one, to convince the rest of the lot to listen! Not even after I got sick of hearing him think to himself about food, and suggested the fat one might prove edible!
He really is deaf, i'm afraid. I suppose it's a good thing, as I have no idea when that Maiar might show up again. He'll not be able to tell i'm here, not with me exerting this little influence. Damnit.
Ah, but it made me nostalgic for the good old days when the armies showed up. All the carnage and the dying. Wargs and Orcs and all sorts of interesting people, and Elves dying. Oh, I loved to see the Elves getting killed. I kept yelling intructions to the Orcs, but sadly, they couldn't hear me in all the chaos. Too bad the stupid hobbit got knocked out, I was quite enjoying myself.
And now, apparently, it's tra-la-la back to its home to happily live out his days. Damnit. It's in the wrong direction, too. Oh well, at least i'll know where to have Sauron send the troops for my revenge.
Damn this little deaf hobbit.
and then:
Dear Diary,
I thought nothing could be worse than Bilbo. I mean, being stuck with someone who can hardly hear me and has none of the interesting tendencies that might allow me to escape... Being stuck here for years upon years of birthday parties and chatty relatives and - and - I hates this hobbit!
This new one, though -he's worse. He is so much worse. Frodo (Bilbo's little adopted heir) is taking me to the Elves. Oh, he thinks he's not going very far, he thinks he's going to meet up with the 'Wizard' somewhere, but I know better. I know what's going on. After i'd begun to think the Maiar wasn't ever going to catch on, too.
I tried my hardest, I delayed him with every ounce of influence I could muster, but he's gone and left the Shire anyway. I never thought i'd miss that lot of happy idiotic people, but it's better than being melted.
Melted, can you hear me you little hobbit?! Melted!! I'll be gone, and just when news had started to come of Master Sauron. Just when I could feel him looking for me, this stupid little hobbit-
No. No, that's defeatist thinking. I will get away from the Hobbits - and this Man i'm beginning to think looks disturbingly familiar - somehow. I will.
yay! um, does anyone have any idea of a good fansite i could submit this to when i'm done. i''m probably going to put it up on ff.net, that's where i've been putting my poems up, but-
i don't know, i'm just getting that "lookit what i did, mommy!' urge because this is the first time i've gotten this close to finishing a story.
bouncy bouncy bouncy-
pauses for horrible thought and glares death at Ringmuse is case it gets bright ideas about clamming up.
Dear Diary,
Where to start, where to start...
So, I go through all the trouble of getting the new hobbit, (Bilbo, it's name is) through a forest full of spiders and a dungeon full of Elves, and what thanks do I get? None, that's what. None!
While we're planning the escape, I over-hear the Head Dwarf saying something about a Dragon. It turned out they were going to try and rob it! Ha!
Knew there was going to be a Dragon involved.
I was quite sure it would eat them all: still, we had to get away from those Elves. And then the Laketown people. I mean, the Mayor seemed a nice enough fellow, the sort i'd get along with wonderfully, but there was this Bard fellow about all the time. Rather creepy, so I wasn't all surprise to hear he'd shot the Dragon. Had that 'hero-to-be' aura about him, you know?
Oh! But do you know, the Dwarves locked themselves in the Mountain? It was wonderful, all the fear and tension and arguments. Closest thing to a nice, normal environment i'd had in years; all Gollum wanted to talk about after a while was fish. And me. And fish. I hates fishes.
Anyway, the whole thing was easily worth helping them escape the Elves. People demanding money from them and everything, all involved starving to death. For a minute there, I thought I might have a way out: wait for the Dwarves and that Hobbit to starve to death, grab a passing Man while they loot the Mountain. No such luck of course.
However, it was quite hilarious, listening to the Head Dwarf going on about his treasure. I'd have ratted little Bilbo out, too, except for the fact that these are Dwarves. Still, had some fun between Head Dwarf's ranting about Arkenstone-thing and Bilbo's paranoia. 'Oh, they're going to find out, they're going to kill me-ahh! Wait, that was just a large shadow. Oh, they're going to find out, i'm going to get killed horribly!'
I swear i'm going to go insane dealing with him. Three times he almost starved to death, and he still wouldn't kill off the Dwarves. Not even one, to convince the rest of the lot to listen! Not even after I got sick of hearing him think to himself about food, and suggested the fat one might prove edible!
He really is deaf, i'm afraid. I suppose it's a good thing, as I have no idea when that Maiar might show up again. He'll not be able to tell i'm here, not with me exerting this little influence. Damnit.
Ah, but it made me nostalgic for the good old days when the armies showed up. All the carnage and the dying. Wargs and Orcs and all sorts of interesting people, and Elves dying. Oh, I loved to see the Elves getting killed. I kept yelling intructions to the Orcs, but sadly, they couldn't hear me in all the chaos. Too bad the stupid hobbit got knocked out, I was quite enjoying myself.
And now, apparently, it's tra-la-la back to its home to happily live out his days. Damnit. It's in the wrong direction, too. Oh well, at least i'll know where to have Sauron send the troops for my revenge.
Damn this little deaf hobbit.
and then:
Dear Diary,
I thought nothing could be worse than Bilbo. I mean, being stuck with someone who can hardly hear me and has none of the interesting tendencies that might allow me to escape... Being stuck here for years upon years of birthday parties and chatty relatives and - and - I hates this hobbit!
This new one, though -he's worse. He is so much worse. Frodo (Bilbo's little adopted heir) is taking me to the Elves. Oh, he thinks he's not going very far, he thinks he's going to meet up with the 'Wizard' somewhere, but I know better. I know what's going on. After i'd begun to think the Maiar wasn't ever going to catch on, too.
I tried my hardest, I delayed him with every ounce of influence I could muster, but he's gone and left the Shire anyway. I never thought i'd miss that lot of happy idiotic people, but it's better than being melted.
Melted, can you hear me you little hobbit?! Melted!! I'll be gone, and just when news had started to come of Master Sauron. Just when I could feel him looking for me, this stupid little hobbit-
No. No, that's defeatist thinking. I will get away from the Hobbits - and this Man i'm beginning to think looks disturbingly familiar - somehow. I will.
yay! um, does anyone have any idea of a good fansite i could submit this to when i'm done. i''m probably going to put it up on ff.net, that's where i've been putting my poems up, but-
i don't know, i'm just getting that "lookit what i did, mommy!' urge because this is the first time i've gotten this close to finishing a story.
bouncy bouncy bouncy-
pauses for horrible thought and glares death at Ringmuse is case it gets bright ideas about clamming up.
