Sauron is looking over my shoulder, so this is probably going to be the last idea I can write here. I swear; heís such a baby. If I knew how much of a pain he was going to be, I would have told him where his stupid ring was so he could stay in Arda and leave me alone.
Oh forget it. I canít think straight. Iíd rather spend eternity with a certain Noldorin nutcase than here with this whiney ex-dark lord. Oh for pityís sake, Sauron...
Note from Arandil:
The notebook just stops there. I hope you have all enjoyed the experience of reading this, and that you havenít been scarred for life by these awful story ideas.
Hugs and Cookies,