For the diaries of Silmarillion Characters...

Dearest Diary...

Things are fairy mellow in the Undying Lands. The kids are as annoying as ever, especially the twins. How I ended up with seven sons, only the Valar know!

*cough* Especially considering I'll bed just about any male Noldo...

Am rather bored though...even with seven sons, life here could use a bit of spice. Perhaps I'll go convince Aule to teach me jewel-craft...that could prove interesting. No harm in making jewels, I guess!

-Feanor
King of the World

dear.... book... no, diary

my mum told me once that elves are not supposed to be clumbsy. uhm.. how come i stuck my hand in boiling water, hurt my foot, tripped over the dog, poured my water into my food, and allmost took my eye out with my fork... im an elf right?

all in all crap day

-Amrod

Dear Diary... not wait Journal... (sounds less girly.)


Today i sat in my study and finished the reports. Finally they are done! I can't believe it took so long.

Being the heir to the lord of the tree is harder than i thought. Ada is making me work so hard.

*kiss kiss*

Galdor.

Dear journal,

Today Ada made me clean out the stables as punishment for a prank I played. I suppose he really didn't want his chief board of councliers to have blue hair, but personally I thought it was nice.

from

Galdor.


P.s i dont suppose the councliers really liked it either.

Dear Journal,

Naneth caught me in the kitchen pestering cook. i wasnt really pestering... really... I wasnt! Cook wanted to give me some cookies... maybe.. I did eat a lot of them.

My tummy hurts now so Ada tucked me into bed all warm and nice and read a story to me.

I go.. sleeep now...

frommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Galdor


*little elfling falls asleep, leaving the last few sentences in his journal with very messy writing.*

dear Journal,

Ada tried to teach me how to use a bow. I want to be just like him when i grow up.
He's very happy about how I'm doing with the bow... except that on my first shot i got him through the foot with the arrow.
I didn't mean to REALLY! I didn't mean it.


Galdor.

Dear journal,

Cook was making a cake today, all big and chocolate.

I didn't mean to fall into the icing mixing bowl. It was just so big and I only wanted a little taste.

Ada found me and gave me a bath before naneth found out.

I don't think naneth likes chocolate.


Galdor.

Dear Journal,

I played Balrog with my friends Glorfindel, Ecthelion and Rog.
Balrog is fun, Rog had to be him this time and when smooshed him with our wooden swords.

I don't think our parents like us playing Balrog.

Then I got to play balrog and I squisheded Glorfindel and Ecthelion.

Rog got to be the orc.


Galdor.


ps. i dont really know what an orc looks like, or a balrog, but ada says i really dont want to know. but i do really. i wanna know.

Dear Journal,

Ada bought me a horsey today, hes just my size.
Ada told me to give him a tough name for when hes older and im older and we ride together.
I called him sugarcube.
he likes sugarcubes.


galdor.

Dear Journal,


My brother is such a pain. I hope no more are on the way but you never know with Ada. One annoying, arrogant, and loud brother is more than enough.

"Write a song about my copper red hair...and about how beautiful I am..." blah blah blah.

Stupid Maedhros and his stupid hair.

And then he sat on my harp. SAT ON IT. And blamed me for leaving it out.

He will probably eat all the dessert at dinner too.

Stupid Maedhros.

Maglor

Melkor's Diary - Entry 1:


Dear diarry,

today me Da and the other Valar wanted ta make some music. Firrst we all sang a verry prretty song, but then it was a wee bit too quiet for me taste, so I took out me bagpipes and played some rreal music... Onlie that me Da an the others dinna think so. Mmmpfh! They said it was an awfully loud noise, no music. Bluidy morons, they jist dinna ken good music. Crivens, they're all so boring and annoying, want everything prretty and nice and quiet.

So I let them sing their stupid song. Tried to toss in some lines about Whisky, but they wouldna let me sing them. Mmmpfh!

When they were finally done wi' their bluidy lame song, they had made a big ugly thing with nothin' on it that they called Arda. It was sooo grrreat! Dunno how they made it oot of nothin', though.

Anywa', I hope they willna spoil it by puttin' in any 'prretty things'. Yavanna said something about trees and flowers. Dunno wha' that is, though.

Me Da was a wee bit angrry wi' me. But he gave me a grreat new name and called me 'AK'. No idea what that means either.

That's it for today, will write later.

Yer 'AK'

P.S.: Manwe is stupid and I'm much strronger anywa'! I'll gie him sich a kickin'!

Dear Diary -

I really think Mandos is developing a really unhealthy obsession with me.

I mean, the sex is great. Hell, the sex is AWESOME. But I mean, he never lets me top. I guess that's one of the priveleges of being a Vala, but still. EQUAL PARTNERSHIP, buddy! It was more fun when Glorfy was around, since I could top him easily :whip:

Oh well. Must see where this is all heading.

-Thelly


Dear Diary -

Ecthelion whines like a little bitch, honestly.

-Feanor


Dear Diary -

I am too pretty for my own good.

-Beleg

dear book

by Eru! someone teach maglor another tune! i cannot understand where his enfactuation with the harpe began! honestly! its terrible!

good thing Maedhros sat on it, did us all a favour there!

yay for maedhros.

-Amrod

Dear, er, Thing...

Why I ever bothered to have SEVEN BLOODY SONS, I'll never know. All I know is that I never get a moment of peace around here.

"Daddy! Maedhros sat on my harp!" "Daddy! Curufin spilled your wine all over my clothes!" "Dad! Maglor told me I look like an orc!" "FEANOR! IT'S TIME TO ENGAGE WITH YOUR KIDS!"

I mean, sweet Eru, it NEVER ends. Sometimes I think I'm the only sane person in this family. *sigh* Thankfully, the wife doesn't notice that I've been sneaking off to the workshop more and more just to get away from the eight (EIGHT!) of them. Either that or I'm sneaking away to meet some little Noldorin morsel in town. Yum.

In fact, I think I could use another of those visits right about now...

I wonder what Ecthelion is doing.

-Feanor

Dear Journal,

Found out all my Balrogs had nits, had them fumigated and cleaned ready for Sauron to inspect on my behalf.

Can't have our favourite warrior beasts made vulnerable can we?



_ Morgoth!

Enjoying the view from Oiolossë, we look upon the lives of those in Arda. Not being of that existence, it feels.. far removed.

Here all is peaceful. I extend a general Blessing to strengthen each. Here, even cloud cover is ever brightness, obscuring such as painful memories, and providing blessings. Breezes cool skin warmed by a sky-colored cloak.

Wishing for detail not seen from Oiolossë, I send the winged ones, seek understanding of Ilúvatar, and count Irmo and Olórin friends.

And then there is Eönwë, who is really quite beautiful. I wonder if he enjoys poetry.....


Manwë

Dear sparkly journal

We're very sparkly and everyone loves us.

When I grow up I want to fly in the sparkly sky.

Number two says he wants to swim far out into the sea but I want to fly like a bird through the twinkly stars.

Number three is a real stick in the mud, no interest in adventure at all.

We're so very sparkly!

Everyone wants to get their hands on us!



Silmaril no.1

Dear Ah.. Journal,

Varda does tell me that I am supposed to speak to thee, and not to others who leave messages upon your pages. Well. If you, O Book, are created of Eru's music, then His consciousness exists within you as within all else.

Were I allowed, I would say to the bright Keeper of the Light of Trees:

My Friend,

You, like all Beings, are a seed, within Whom the glory of Telperion and Laurelin exists! May You show forth the Light that each may express, and grow mighty in your own most precious way to the delight and illumination of any who See.

Your servant,

Manwë

Olórin has invited me again to walk, veiled and shadowed by his side within the rule-ridden reaches of the Realms of Arda. When doing so I better understand such things, than when viewing them from the heights of Taniquetil, though the mountain is both height of spirit and center of relevance.

Dear Maiar Diary,

Managed to clear the nit problem up, now the shampoo i've got makes their faces pink, so much for modern new fangled products, eh.

Still, they smell a heck o0f a lot better than before so i am not complaining one little bit!


Morgoth the Nice. :smooch: