Well, Millicent pointed out (inadvertantly) that I had not introduced myself, so I shall oblige and do so.

I am Estella Bolger, from Whitmoor, about halfway between Buckland and Hobbiton. It's not really even a town, just a couple of farms that are close together. My brother, Freddie, is good friends with the Thain's son, Pippin, and the son of ( Read more... )

I needneedneed coca-cola!

Being pregnant in Middle-earth as the queen of Rohan is not at all what I thought it would be. Not enough that coffee can only be had in the Shire or in those savage southern countries, there is no Coke!

Typist: And all that pregnancy and birth research puts me off the thought of children entirely...Hey, I hear there are ( Read more... )

It has been somewhat...boring of late, here in Minas Tirith. So when I was informed by my friend Lothiriel, who also happens to be the queen of Rohan, that she and Eowyn both had joined this thing, then I decided to give it a try. It would give me something to do. Plus, it means that now the three of us can talk regularly, whenever we want ( Read more... )

Hmmm, well. My sister-in-law, Lothíriel, talked me into this journal thing. I'm not too sure about this. Seems awful nosy, if you ask me, everyone reading your journal. But, being the Steward's wife, I suppose I don't exactly have privacy anymore ( Read more... )

I really hope this reaches you... you see, my means of communication are not at all reliable. I have to wait for a wizard most of the time to pass on any letters as he sees fit ( Read more... )

It seems I have finally found a typist who is actually willing to cooperate with me. Anyways, the name's Hermione Granger, one of the prefects of Gryffindor House, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I suppose it depends on who's talking when you're asking opinions, but I happen to like it at Hogwarts. The library really is very nice, and ( Read more... )