diary

Diary,

Diary,

Yesterday, in the evening, I was at Mr. Brablo’s library.
Upon arriving, I was actually quite shocked: I found him sitting down in his chair, sleeping. Waking up, it seemed as though he had slept since noon, or so, but I did not say much on the matter: his sleeping habits are his own, of course.

It was yesterday that I had visited Mr. Brablo’s home.
His burrow was grand, and every piece of furnishing inside seemed to bring the other pieces together: paintings, sculptures, and maps. Several bookshelves lined the walls, also, which sparked a great deal of joy in me – I was standing in the burrow of an author that I admire, and everywhere his books were.

My home in Barleywick is quite something: the locals are already questioning my odd habits, I do believe. Though I have yet to swim, or boat – for which I fear I shall receive a great many stares.

Diary,

I have been on a trip to the Shire just for a small contract with a hobbit, it was uneventful, very little of interest happened. I can hardly wait to return to Bree.

The Twenty-ninth of August, Year 3005 of the Third Age

Diary, 

What do I do? I never expected this! I don't know how to deal with it! I mean she just... outrageously flirted with me... and then she kissed me! Yavanna save me, what do I do?