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When she was a little girl, Diamond and her brothers had often liked to pretend that they were the fiercest corsairs to ever ravage the coastline of the Great Sea. As pretend 'corsair captain,' Diamond stole many a treasure. When she played the corsairs' unfortunate 'victim' instead, her brothers made her walk many a pretend plank and swim her way ( Read more... )

Diamond wrote in her journal. I cannot express to the others how distressed I was to hear that the stranger we encountered on the edges of Mirkwood forest had a Nazgul's ring. The other stranger, the Maia that appeared to help us, said that Isildur's Bane had returned, but that simply cannot be. Perhaps some other evil Maia has created his own ring ( Read more... )

It was quite dark by the time that Diamond and Iolaus stopped for the day. It wasn't evening yet. Night would not come for another three hours yet; however, storm clouds had unexpectedly darkened the afternoon sky and both travellers thought it prudent to make camp early and use the remaining hours to make some sort of shelter ( Read more... )

As Plum pulls the little hobbit cart--now all the lighter for having been unladen of its contents--back towards the faraway Shire, Diamond wrote in her journal.My dearest Pippin. I have started on my long journey home. I did not see the dragon at the place that he had bid me come to. Loki vanished with all of The Cleeve! It was quite astonishing! I ( Read more... )

Sometimes I can get positively lost in daydreaming. I even daydream about dreaming! Silly, I know. I think my favorite daydream is the one where I'm standing on a high hill, high enough for me to see all the way around the world. They say that once, long ago before the world was round, anyone could sail into the west, to the Undying Lands. I like ( Read more... )

Diamond Took sat in the back of the now empty cart and watched trickster_loki and iolaus_lj as they finished fastening the rope around the gift that she had brought for Smaug, terrible_dragon. As was her habit, she reached for her journal and began to write.

Dearest Pippin. We are leaving here. I am coming home. Home. If you could see how my hand shook when I wrote that word! Gracious ( Read more... )

It was a very tiny hole that she had dug, barely more than the span of her hand in breadth, and twice that in depth. But it would do. "Here you are, dear," she said softly, speaking to her son, but also to the tiny, still form that he held in his hands. "Are you sure that you want to do this, 'Miri? Because I can ( Read more... )

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Diamond's parents had always teased that when she had been born she had opened her eyes and laughed instead of cried as most babies do. Later, her brothers turned that story on its head and said that it was everyone else who laughed because Diamond was such a funny looking baby. She would tease them both right back by saying that they were so ( Read more... )