After moping alone in her room in Rivendell for what felt like hours, Diamond sat on the edge of the hobbit-sized bed and thought, Gracious! Just when do these elves eat dinner, anyway?

Pippin had warned her that elves could subsist for days on just one tiny bite of lembas, but she had never truly believed him...until now ( Read more... )

My Dearest Pip, Diamond wrote in her journal. The elves of Rivendell have been very welcoming, but being around them is a bit like staring into the sun. They are so dazzling and brilliant ( Read more... )

Writing in haste ( Read more... )

Well now, that's a cheeky question ( Read more... )

Dearest Pippin, Diamond wrote in her journal. I wonder if you received the message that I left for you at the Prancing Pony? I wonder if you are following after me, or if you are still at home in Tuckborough with our son. Unless you had some sort of wizardly aid, I don't suppose that you could catch up to me now, but still I find myself looking ( Read more... )

It was in Bree that the enormity of what she had undertaken truly settled on Diamond like a heavy quilt that was several sizes too large for her small hobbit shoulders. Bree was not much further than a day's journal from the Brandywine Bridge, yet for the hobbits of the Shire, it marked the true beginning of world Outside: "Inside", of course, ( Read more... )

It's the nature of all living things to want to stay living for as long as we can, so it seems to me that it's perfectly right and normal to put a high value on self-preservation. But still, almost all living things do die in the end, except for the elves and the Maiar, or so they say. Gandalf would know better about that ( Read more... )

One of Diamond's earliest memories was watching her older brothers Tig and Shan playing a game of Golfinbul's Head, or, to be more precise, a variation of the game they made up that they called Goblins. A normal game of Golfinbul's Head called for the players to use a wooden club to hit a ball into a hole. All the hobbits of the Northfarthing were ( Read more... )

Diamond wrote in her diary, "Dearest Pippin. I am writing to you on this page because because you are not here with me. It is so strange, dear heart. I should feel happy to be seeing my beloved Northfarthing moors again, but I only feel like weeping. Why is that, I wonder? Since we married, you and I both have taken trips apart from each other now ( Read more... )

Diamond wakes and looks at Pippin. He is still deeply asleep ( Read more... )