*folds letter into envelope; seals and posts*

To my friend Samwise Gamgee ( Read more... )

*stares high into the night sky*

Rest in peace, eomer_of_rohan. Your star shines on us all now.

By traditional calendar reckoning, it's about time for The Big Shire Birthday Party. Yay ( Read more... )

I find myself tied to a tree by one Faramir son of Denethor. Who would've guessed?? Ah life.

*sighs; flexes hands a little*

Hang on...*flexes hands a little more; smiles broadly*

Faramir apparently didn't pay much attention during Knot Tying 101 class.

*strains against the ropes; breaks free of bonds* Buh bye!

*bolts*

...Our intrepid hero hears a noise in the bushes beyond the trail and goes off to investigate.

Little does he know...

Aragorn! Put that sword away! And I'm not quite ready for dinner. Although I see it's not quite ready for ME yet, either.

I've been having a chat with young Faramir here and had revalation about my memory loss.

Rather an interesting tale, to be sure.

Dear Diary,

I've been here at the Houses for so long and not made much progress.

Oh, I suppose my mind is calmer now and I remember much of my former life. It's the recent past that still eludes me. Why would that be? Was it all that horrible?

Ah, well. I'll do what I'm told for a while longer and see what happens.

*closes diary; muses*

Dear Diary ( Read more... )

Now tell me again, Aragorn. Your White Bishop takes my Black Rook, right? Or is this my Knight? *holds up a chess piece*

How do you remember all the different moves?? *pushes his chair back in frustration*

At least I know that the Pawns move only one space...unless they move two at the beginning. You are very patient with me, my son.

Not even a television in here to keep me company.

Healing is very dull.

*lies back in bed; pulls blanket up to his chin*