Day One: Borrowed paper from Aragorn, well, borrowed with out asking if that’s the way you put it. Fangorn Forest…muggy…mud…hot air…all bad for complexion. Some one save me before I go mad.

(Note to self: When get out of fangorn, clense face.)

Day Two: Second day here and no Hobbits. I feel like I am going to faint. I believe that a zit is forming on my chin. My poor, pretty, elf chin. How could this happen? I told my self to stay away from all things that contain dirt! Prehaps it’s beacuse little grease ball and big grease ball are with me 24/7. At the moment I am sitting in pile of green, reeking, moist moss. I tried to give myself a manicure, but no, my nail file had to fall into the great pile of moss and be eaten alive. That was my good one! Not my only one, but my good one! The moss killed it, killed everything I owned, everything that I loved. Atleast it didn’t eat my Healthy Elf Shampoo.

(Note to self: Keep beautiful self away from man eating moss.)

Day Three: Never speak too soon. Now, my Healthy Elf shampoo and conditonier combo fell into the moss. Atleast it wasn’t my good bottles. Hmmm, I wonder what would happen if I stuffed Aragorn’s head in the moss pile? Most likley he wouldn’t breathe, then he would suficate, and that leads to death. Aragorn+Death=Very Happy Elf. My problem of the day is there is no place to shower my beautiful body. And why, I will ask myself, why would I shower when I know there are grease balls, everywhere around me. Aragorn and Gimli. Must…escape…torture.

Day Four: Still no place to shower in privacy. Why are we here again? It’s been forever, the moss is getting to my head. Oh, Hobbits…must find Hobbits. I think I am going to faint. Hair…getting…greasy. It’s not fair! The other Elves will laugh when they hear this. My hair is sticking to the back of my neck, the leather I am wearing is sticking to my body. I can’t breathe. The Great Pile Of Moss took Aragorn’s shoe away. I told him not to go near it! We sat around a small campfire we made, and decided on a plan to get our stuff back from her. While following the plan, Gimli lost his axe. He’s now at the time sitting next to a tree, clutching his legs to his chest and laughing insanly. Aragorn and I dicided that we must put a stop to the man eating moss.

Day Five: Gimli is still going insane from the loss of his precious axe. Aragorn and I are armed and ready to fight this terrible creature. I shot for arrows into her. She made a hissing noise, moved to the side a bit, and stood still. Aragorn charged at her with his sword. The moss hissed once again, and spit up Gimli’s axe. Gimli, delighted, jumped up from his spot by the tree and picked up his axe. He then put his axe over his head, and yelled “Ho Ho Ho!” He would have sounded like Santa if he had said Merry Christmas. I shot another four arrows at the moss, and she spit out my combo of Healthy Elf shampoo and conditioner. I clapped my hands and picked it up and did a dance. Aragorn, still on the dangrous quest to get back his shoe, jumped up and stabed the moss, who then spit out his shoe with many other unknown items. The moss was defated, and we were all glad that we were alive.

Day Six: We found Gandalf, not Hobbits but Gandalf. He’s white now. Not gray. Gandlaf The White, although he demands to be called Gandlaf The Sparkley White. We told him of the Hobbits, and told him of Boromir, and told him of the horse lords, and told him of the moss. When we metioned the moss, his eyes went wide. He pulled up his cloak and showed us a scar on his leg. He said it was from The Moss. We all ohhed and awed, and he told us to settle down. Gandalf told us the Hobbits were safe, and we were able to LEAVE Fangorn. When he said this, I did a dance and sung. Aragorn had a seperation anxitey form the forest, for some reason. I think he didn’t want to leave Merry and Pip there. But Gandalf The S. White says so, so we must follow the Sparks of White! Oh whatever.

(Note to self: Where ever we are going, find shower fast.)

Day Seven: We made it to Rohan on Gandalf’s also Sparkley White horse, Shadowfax. Strange oooooollllldddddd man sitting on thorne with weird guy with black cloak kneeling at his feet, whispering something. Gandalf charged with sparkley white walking stick and took the evil out of the old man. Then the old man looked younger. If Gandalf tried that on me, well, it wouldn’t work cause I am young. Prettyful and young. Now Aragorn, that would be a different story. Gandalf said somehting like this to Theoden, the old evil man. “We came though Moria, through Lothlorien, through the rivers, through the forest.” He closed his eyes when he said “Through the moss.” Aftre he said this, a child cried and cluthched to his mother, whispering was about in the Kings courts. It seemed the moss was well known, and they were afraid. Then Gandalf said: “But these three defeated it! And we will remember them for the rest of our day and behyond.” Then there was cheering, crying with joy, huging one another. Too bad I’ll be remembered more than Aragorn. Muhahahahaha. I better be remembered more.