So Legolas had fallen off the cliff thing, and broke his leg, as you know. Then I looked frantically for a way down the cliff. When I found one, I picked my way around rocks and all sorts of debris till I reached him. He was lying still. I rushed to him, checked his pulse. Well, he was still alive at least. I guess just unconscious.  So I started to drag him back up the way I had come down.

When I had reached the top, I set him down and took a breather. In the mean time I tried to think where I could’ve put my diary. Then I realized the last time I had written was way back near Minas Tirith. I was so annoyed. Then Legolas began to stir. He then sat bolt upright and screamed so loud, I was sure the dead could hear.

That’s when it hit me: we weren’t lost. We were in the the ravine on the road to the Paths of the Dead in Rohan (You know, where the Oathbreakers that Aragorn tamed “lived”). I was so relieved, I picked Legolas up, who started to scream even louder, and hugged so hard I’m afraid I broke one of his ribs.

Then I heard a horn blow. Then another one. They sounded like the horns of Rohan. About 10 minuted later, Eomer himself showed and asked what we were up to. Then he saw Legolas, and ordered his men to take him back to Edoras at top speed. I took the opportunity to ask Eomer if he could take me back to Gondor to find my diary.

Well, all that needs to be told now is that I found you, and Eomer visited Eowyn and Farmamir for a week (there was no talking him out of this), and then a week after that, I showed up in Edoras, and Legolas was slowly healing.

I am glad to have ended with some good news.

Gimli.

Well, first off, we happened to take a wrong turn. Like, really wrong.We thought we were going the perfectly correct direction when we noticed the area didn’t look familiar. Well, then we went to see what direction we were going: North, East, South, or West. So I reached for the compass. It wasn’t there. I was like, “Oh, no, what now?” Legolas was like, “Well, I’m an elf. Elves don’t need compasses. We look at the sun.” And look at the sun he did. I don’t think he knows, but I heard him mutter, “…now if only I can remember what direction the sun rises from…” I didn’t respond, for fear he would get all offended and throw a tantrum. After about a minute, Legolas was still looking at the sun. So I nudged him and said, “We should just keep going.” He nodded and said, pointing in the direction we had been going, “Yeah, I was just about to say to go that way.” Well, I figured I would let him think he was all high and mighty, you know, figuring out which way to go. First mistake.

That night, when I sat down to write an entry in my beloved diary, I noticed that it wasn’t in my bag. My first thought was that Legolas had stolen it and was looking at all my secrets. So I asked him. His response: “I didn’t even know you  had a diary….” So that was it. My diary was lost. Which explains my having not written anything recently.

The next morning, we traveled long and hard. I won’t describe all the details. But then we reached some point in our travel where if we went on, we would travel between two cliffs. Well, Mr. High-and-Mighty-Elf says we should keep going. Being a dwarf, I know that the rock these cliffs were made of was not good omen. But, oh well, Legolas wouldn’t be swayed. Second mistake. Well, I estimate it was about, hmmm, maybe 4:50 in afternoon, when we went around a sharp bend, and, to my surprise, there was a steep cliff right in front of my feet. Fortunately, I stopped in time. Legolas, on the hand, poor elf, plummeted right down the bottom. I heard a loud and resounding crack and thought: Oh, I hope that wasn’t his head. It wasn’t. It was his leg. Poor elf. Well, this entry is getting rather long, and I will try to give more story tomorrow. Maybe I will explain how I found you, my sweet and beloved diary.

-Gimli

This story takes place in Polynesia, and the main character is Mafatu, whose name means Brave Heart. However, everyone in his village scorns him and calls him Mafatu, The Boy Who Was Afraid. He is called thus because he is afraid of the ocean. Not a good thing when all the men in the village are fishermen. Mafatu decides to prove everyone wrong. He steals a canoe, and goes out to open ocean. After a couple of days, he makes it to some unknown island. It turns out; no one lives on this island. While there, he does a number of things that would increase his standing in the village. Mafatu kills a boar, builds a canoe, kills an octopus, and in the end runs from cannibals. All in all, I rate this book 4 stars.

You can get it here:  Call It Courage

I will let you know what Gimli’s idea is all about.

Legolas

Who says Dwarves are cruel?

Gimli

But, so finally i got my hair out of it’s tangled mess, and we are leaving now.

I miss trees. After this,Gimli, we are going to Fangorn Forest, no matter how scary you think it is!

Will write tomorrow.

Legolas

Will write tomorrow

Gimli

Well, I have to go pack my essentials for our trip to Helm’s Deep. Gimli’s fascination with glittery objects is quite amusing.

I will write as soon as I can.

Legolas

Okay, signing out now.

-Gimli