Dragon on a Mission: The Two Towers

Day One

Ran forty miles across Rohan. No squirrels to eat. Gimli looking about

roasting size. Have been told dwarf tastes like chicken. Still not King.

Stubble update: satisfactory.

Day Two

Ran into army of Rohirrim. Asked Eomer if he knew where hobbits were. Got very

cagey answer. Perhaps Eomer still mad about that last bender I went on where

I painted rude words in Elvish all over his horse. Decided not to mention he

has obviously copied hairstyle from Legolas. He wouldn't be giving me this

attitude if I were King.

Day Three

Once you've seen one pile of smoking dead Orcs, you've seen 'em all. That's

all I'm sayin'.

Day Four

Ran into Gandalf. Turns out he did not actually die but instead was forced

by Balrog to sell out to laundry detergent company and is now Gandalf the

Sparkly White. PR whore. Next thing he'll be charging for pointy hat trick.

Day Six

In Edoras. King Theoden giving me attitude. He was all, "Are you King here?

Last time I checked, I was King here. I'm lookin' around and I don't see

anyone else with a crown on his head. Eh? Eh?"

Was forced to admit I am indeed still not King.

In revenge, stole his wallet when he was not looking and used it to open

charge account at Gap of Rohan. Have bought matching poke bonnets for Gimli

and Legolas.

Day Seven

Suspect Eowyn fancies me. Cannot blame her as stubble so manly is turning

even self on.

Day Nine

Fell over cliff. Stupid wolves of Isengard. Think was rescued by Arwen but

when woke up was kissing my horse. Bit of a squick there. Have lost favorite

sparkly necklace in river. Feeling very petulant as there is no such thing as

bad jewelry. Well, maybe Ring.

Stubble update: wet.

Day Twelve

Triumphant return to Helm's Deep. Got hugged by Gimli. As if I needed to be

reminded that he is belt buckle height yet again. Necklace returned to me by

Legolas, yay! He muttered something in Elvish that could have been "You're

late" or could have been "Throw me down and shag me rotten." Not entirely

sure which. Must brush up on Elvish as do not wish to presume.

Still not King but too busy keeping up men's morale to brood. Upcoming

battle should be piece of cake, really.

Day Fourteen

Standing on battlements of Helm's Deep. Absolutely ridiculous number of Orcs

headed this way. Who are we kidding anyway. We are so fucked. Perhaps this

place has a side door.

Day Fourteen, Later

Elves have sent army of most willowy and graceful warriors to assist us.

Will be no use at fighting of course but at least I will die looking at

something pretty. Theoden keeps muttering, "It's unbelievable!" about elf

army. Was forced to agree --it is unbelievable that Haldir's eyebrows do not

match his weave.

Keep trying to sneak out side door, but Gimli following me everywhere. Will

never be King at this rate.

Day Fifteen

Unexpectedly victorious in battle of Helm's Deep, but celebration ruined by

obnoxious postcard from Faramir, which included picture of himself on

beaches of Osgiliath with tiny Ringbearer and fat companion, sharing a pina

colada and wearing colorful shorts. Postcard reads:

Dear Aragorn,

Thanks for the Ring and the hobbits. They are small, but very bendy. Just what

I always wanted! Still have fond memories of that night we spent together in

Minas Tirith. Love and kisses, Faramir.

God damn Faramir. Might as well just have let Boromir have the Ring and cut

out the middleman. At least I know Sam will kill him if he tries anything.

Still not King.

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Saturday, December 15, 2012

The Very Secret Diaries

The Very Secret Diary of Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Part Two