Dammit.

*sits in her tent and sulks*

We. Are going. To Rivendell.

To Rivendell. Where there is nothing but elfs.

...I think I'm going to be sick.

One of the stupid elfs gave birth yesterday. That means there are now three baby elfs running around. Now, I'm no elf-expert, but I'm pretty sure baby elfs are NOT supposed to look like that.

One of the smart elfs came back. He brought a stupid man with him, who would NOT leave me alone yesterday. Apparently he's engaged to the really stupid ( Read more... )

We lost two elfs.

...I think this is cause for celebration.

*whacks a tree with Yaban's masikiri*

o.o

He's right. This does make you feel better.

*whackwhack*

Yaban found me yesterday. Asked me where I'd been, then made me tell him when I said I didn't want to talk about it. Then he accused me of angsting, when he's the one who made me talk about it, and made me promise not to do it anymore. Stupid man.

...I need an elf to kick.

*tries to remember the way back to Osgiliath*

*looks around*

If that's...Mordor...and I came from...Osgiliath...then Rhûn should be...that way.

*heads off*

Is Yaban around? No, he's never here anymore. Then he won't notice if I'm not here either.

*sneaks off*

Yaban has a new pet. It's kind of cute, but I still say it'd make a good stew.

*sits close to the fire and pulls a blanket around her shoulders*