You may remember that I was recently in great peril and only due to my extraordinary survival skills was I saved. Still, after defying death!!!!1!, did I receive any visitors or well-wishers? No. Not one elf to exclaim over my prettiness or my amazing ability to roll out of danger! *hmph* So that is it, I am taking charge of my destiny. Or at least ( Read more... )

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I seem to have fallen into a deep, icy lake. Oh Iluvatar save me, I shall be drowned!

Wait a mo'. Oh. That would be rain, then. Not a deep, icy lake. Maybe I should roll out of this mess and shelter under a bush.

Still no contact yet from _vilya. And Narya's buggered off somewhere--hasn't even asked how I am! *gleam* It's so like her to abandon me in my time of need.

I tell you it is a good thing I do not have eyes. Else I'd be weeping something terrible, possibly putting my lustrous finish at risk. And whose fault would it be? His, for disappearing, or being taken, or something. I AM ALL ALONE NOW, O what shall I do?

Maybe I will roll around until I pass out. All this angst cannot be good for my setting.

I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any ring who isn't me tonight.

I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.

I am real, right? *clinks against mirror* Oh, okay.

Have been catching up with very old friends. Am pleased to report that I am still the prettiest one of the Three. Vil looks like he's wedging open a clamshell. Narya's still looking very, very plain, poor thing.