The Very Secret Diary of Theoden

Day One

Desperately in need of new personal assistant. Have contacted Ninety Minute

Minion Services in Isengard. Seems best bet as if minion does not arrive in

ninety minutes you get free Orc. Do not actually know what would do with Orc

if had one, so do hope minion arrives on time.

Day Two

New minion arrived. Not best looking bloke I've ever clapped eyes on, but

then again, not everyone can be brainless pretty boy with big show-off

ponytail like Eomer. Little does Eomer know Wormtongue has promised me new

makeover with Saruman's personal line of beauty products. Has promised me I

will look fresh and youthful.

Day Three

Is that a grey hair?

Day Four

New makeover gone horribly awry. Do not look fresh and youthful, instead

resemble albino dwarf after two years pickling in the Dead Marshes.

Suspect Wormtongue has crush on Eowyn. Cannot blame him as Eowyn quite

smoking. Don't know where she gets off being so high and mighty. Have told

her - pose for Shield Maidens Gone Wild you must expect some male attention.

Day Six

Why has no one noticed I now resemble a weevil? Not has Eomer commented on

my new mascara. Eomer so spoiled. "I want a party. I want a pony." Have

banished him from Rohan for whining.

Day Seven

Have reversed opinion on makeover. Am now quite taken with new look, as is

so alarming no one bothers me. Can sit on throne all day in peace. Much

needed vacation. Citizens of Edoras so tiresome and unhygenic.

Day Eight

Vacation over. Gandalf arrived sporting alarming new makeover of his own.

Gandalf no fun. Cannot abide anyone else having new and daring look. Prima

Donna!

Brought along three boy toys of varying sizes. My squadron of hand picked

bodyguards totally whupped by tiny hairy newt, pretty boy elf and unshaven

tramp. Obviously, need better screening process.

Day Ten

Attacked by Orcs. Aragorn "No Skillz 2 Pay Da Billz" Son of Arathorn fell

over cliff, thus avoiding sticking around for battle. So much for Hero King

of Men.

Day Eleven

Have arrived at Helms Deep. Time for a nice long nap.

Day Eleven, Later

Nap disturbed by return of Aragorn, who is not so dead after all.

Apparently, absolutely ridiculous number of Orcs headed this way. Morale of

men not improved by Aragorn's craven attempts to sneak away through side

door. Have misdirected him to wine cellar three times now. If I am not

getting away from this, neither is he. Is all his fault anyway.

Am not sure how, but it is.

Day Thirteen

Where is the horse and the rider? No, seriously, where are they? That was my

favorite horse.

Day Thirteen, Later

Losing battle spectacularly. Who is surprised? Not me.

Day Sixteen

Heroic self-sacrificing death scene ruined by arrival of Gandalf and

still-insufferable Eomer. Why did Gandalf wait until dawn to arrive? Suspect

is so he would be most attractively backlit while riding down hill. Drama

Queen. Have gotten revenge on him by telling all my men Gandalf is wearing

fishnets under white robe. First one who snaps his garter gets to snog

Legolas.

Who wields the flame of Arnor now, you poncy tosser?