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You do not deserve the boy with the bread.
From Claire (A girl, who deserves the boy with the bread)
:D
Claire wrote: "Dear Katniss,
You do not deserve the boy with the bread.
From Claire (A girl, who deserves the boy with the bread)
:D"
Dear Claire,
I went through the Hunger Games TWICE not to mention I saved Peeta's life on more than one occasion. And what did you do? Hmm? I can understand your jealousy - really, I do - but we're happily married and living in a field. Eating cheese buns. So if you have a thing for guys who cook, I suggest you check out your local bakery or enter a life-threatening situation at your earliest convenience.
From Katniss (the girl who ended up with the boy with the bread)
You do not deserve the boy with the bread.
From Claire (A girl, who deserves the boy with the bread)
:D"
Dear Claire,
I went through the Hunger Games TWICE not to mention I saved Peeta's life on more than one occasion. And what did you do? Hmm? I can understand your jealousy - really, I do - but we're happily married and living in a field. Eating cheese buns. So if you have a thing for guys who cook, I suggest you check out your local bakery or enter a life-threatening situation at your earliest convenience.
From Katniss (the girl who ended up with the boy with the bread)
Dear Harry Potter
You are awesome and all but what's with your temper in fifth grade.
Why so annoying in fifth grade
From Isabelle (A REALLY BIG HARRY POTTER FAN)
You are awesome and all but what's with your temper in fifth grade.
Why so annoying in fifth grade
From Isabelle (A REALLY BIG HARRY POTTER FAN)
Lucinda wrote: "Dear Sam Wize Gamgee,
(This letter is translated from Quenya into Westron, so that he is able to read it clearly).
As i travel to the Undying Lands my thoughts are still very much with you an..."
*Sam wonders how he is to send a reply, if Galadriel is travelling to the Undying Lands where messengers generally do not go*:D But he gives it a shot anyways.
To the Lady Galadriel,
I thank you for your blessings and I wish you safe travels, friendly faces, a fireplace to sit by and bountiful happiness. I am a simple hobbit, and yet I myself restless now that our great adventure is behind us. But I am glad it it, for it means that a new dawn has broken over the Shire and my family may live in peace, without fear of their lives.
Dear lady - please do all in your power to heal Frodo, for I fear for his mind and his health after his ordeal. I know this is probably silliness on my behalf, but he is one of my dearest friends and close to my heart. I shall miss him every day we are parted, but it would ease my mind to know he is at peace now and with no evil thoughts haunting him. Give him my best and tell him I hope to see him, one day.
I promise you that you all - all of you whom have entered the Undying Lands - will never be forgotten in Middle Earth. Even at this moment my wife converses with a learned Man, who goes by the name of Tolkien, and they are in the process of putting together the tale of our adventures. It will please Gandalf to know that his famous pipe tricks will never be forgotten, nor his wise words left unheeded.
Live well, live long and most of all be happy. For when all is said and done, Lady Galadriel, I have realised that happiness is hard won but it makes all the difference to our lives and the lives of others.
My heart goes with you all, as do my best wishes.
Yours sincerely,
Sam Wize Gamgee - A hobbit.
(This letter is translated from Quenya into Westron, so that he is able to read it clearly).
As i travel to the Undying Lands my thoughts are still very much with you an..."
*Sam wonders how he is to send a reply, if Galadriel is travelling to the Undying Lands where messengers generally do not go*:D But he gives it a shot anyways.
To the Lady Galadriel,
I thank you for your blessings and I wish you safe travels, friendly faces, a fireplace to sit by and bountiful happiness. I am a simple hobbit, and yet I myself restless now that our great adventure is behind us. But I am glad it it, for it means that a new dawn has broken over the Shire and my family may live in peace, without fear of their lives.
Dear lady - please do all in your power to heal Frodo, for I fear for his mind and his health after his ordeal. I know this is probably silliness on my behalf, but he is one of my dearest friends and close to my heart. I shall miss him every day we are parted, but it would ease my mind to know he is at peace now and with no evil thoughts haunting him. Give him my best and tell him I hope to see him, one day.
I promise you that you all - all of you whom have entered the Undying Lands - will never be forgotten in Middle Earth. Even at this moment my wife converses with a learned Man, who goes by the name of Tolkien, and they are in the process of putting together the tale of our adventures. It will please Gandalf to know that his famous pipe tricks will never be forgotten, nor his wise words left unheeded.
Live well, live long and most of all be happy. For when all is said and done, Lady Galadriel, I have realised that happiness is hard won but it makes all the difference to our lives and the lives of others.
My heart goes with you all, as do my best wishes.
Yours sincerely,
Sam Wize Gamgee - A hobbit.
Lucinda wrote: "Dear Booknut 101,
I am pleased that you liked my letter to Sam Wize from Galadriel and that your reply was excellent; it really felt as if the character Sam would have written that...love it! *Lau..."
Totally! Oh! *coughs and does a hobbit voice* I mean...Indeed, Fair Galadriel!
I am pleased that you liked my letter to Sam Wize from Galadriel and that your reply was excellent; it really felt as if the character Sam would have written that...love it! *Lau..."
Totally! Oh! *coughs and does a hobbit voice* I mean...Indeed, Fair Galadriel!
Isabelle wrote: "Dear Harry Potter
You are awesome and all but what's with your temper in fifth grade.
Why so annoying in fifth grade
From Isabelle (A REALLY BIG HARRY POTTER FAN)"
To The Big Harry Potter Fan, otherwise known as Isabelle,
Well, firstly, thanks for thinking I'm awesome and for being a fan - that means a lot.
About the temper thing...I will not try to pretend that never happened, but fifth year was a bit of a rollercoaster ride, to be perfectly honest. What with school (which even when you're a wizard is still a killer), pressure, the threat of Voldemort popping in to kill me, no one trusting in me and the biggest one of all - puberty - I guess I was not in the best of emotional states.
So, um, I apologise if it came across like I was chucking a tantrum every five minutes - if I ever feel like having another temper tantrum I will definitely think twice. Thanks for the heads up!
Harry Potter
(The Boy Who Lived, The Boy With the Lightening Scar, The Chosen One, The Voldemort Slayer, The Guy Who Married His Best-Friend's Sister, The Guy Who Used to Date Cho Chang, The Seeker, The Guy Who Met Edward Cullen Before He Was Turned, The Boy Who Joined the Hallows and the Guy Who Likes to Name Drop, etc.)
You are awesome and all but what's with your temper in fifth grade.
Why so annoying in fifth grade
From Isabelle (A REALLY BIG HARRY POTTER FAN)"
To The Big Harry Potter Fan, otherwise known as Isabelle,
Well, firstly, thanks for thinking I'm awesome and for being a fan - that means a lot.
About the temper thing...I will not try to pretend that never happened, but fifth year was a bit of a rollercoaster ride, to be perfectly honest. What with school (which even when you're a wizard is still a killer), pressure, the threat of Voldemort popping in to kill me, no one trusting in me and the biggest one of all - puberty - I guess I was not in the best of emotional states.
So, um, I apologise if it came across like I was chucking a tantrum every five minutes - if I ever feel like having another temper tantrum I will definitely think twice. Thanks for the heads up!
Harry Potter
(The Boy Who Lived, The Boy With the Lightening Scar, The Chosen One, The Voldemort Slayer, The Guy Who Married His Best-Friend's Sister, The Guy Who Used to Date Cho Chang, The Seeker, The Guy Who Met Edward Cullen Before He Was Turned, The Boy Who Joined the Hallows and the Guy Who Likes to Name Drop, etc.)
Lucinda wrote: "Dear Booknut,
I just would like to say how great i think that your letter above is so good...love it! It has made me laugh and smile this morning, so thank you! Xx"
You're very welcome. Thank all of YOU for sending them in and making my day!
I just would like to say how great i think that your letter above is so good...love it! It has made me laugh and smile this morning, so thank you! Xx"
You're very welcome. Thank all of YOU for sending them in and making my day!
To the rather irritating Delores Umbridge,
It is needless to say that your disappointment in me, and your Howler, are both redundant as I have never valued your opinion and after a certain incident at Hogwarts when my best friend Ronald Weasley received a Howler, I have learnt to discard of any at first sight.
As impressive as your Howler was, I have to say firstly I doubt Professor Dumbledore would consent to your backstabbing and at any rate, the Minister for Magic probably has a lot more important things to be worrying about than handing out detentions to Hogwarts students (hmm...maybe hunting down Lord Voldemort? Oh, but you don't believe he's back do you?). If you are finding time to send me Howlers, I think you need to find a job that keeps you occupied more - obviously being the Senior Undersecretary for the Minister of Magic is not a full-time job.
I also cannot understand why you are sending me Howlers when you are currently residing at Hogwarts as well. Ever heard of e-mail? One-on-one conversation? I am flattered that you put so much time and effort into this, but seriously...a gmail account is really easy to set up. I'm sure Percy Weasley can show you how.
Harry Potter
PS. I didn't call you a toad. I called you a warty-faced, fat, pink, bow-covered toad. There is a difference. HP.
It is needless to say that your disappointment in me, and your Howler, are both redundant as I have never valued your opinion and after a certain incident at Hogwarts when my best friend Ronald Weasley received a Howler, I have learnt to discard of any at first sight.
As impressive as your Howler was, I have to say firstly I doubt Professor Dumbledore would consent to your backstabbing and at any rate, the Minister for Magic probably has a lot more important things to be worrying about than handing out detentions to Hogwarts students (hmm...maybe hunting down Lord Voldemort? Oh, but you don't believe he's back do you?). If you are finding time to send me Howlers, I think you need to find a job that keeps you occupied more - obviously being the Senior Undersecretary for the Minister of Magic is not a full-time job.
I also cannot understand why you are sending me Howlers when you are currently residing at Hogwarts as well. Ever heard of e-mail? One-on-one conversation? I am flattered that you put so much time and effort into this, but seriously...a gmail account is really easy to set up. I'm sure Percy Weasley can show you how.
Harry Potter
PS. I didn't call you a toad. I called you a warty-faced, fat, pink, bow-covered toad. There is a difference. HP.

You are a wicked girl who never deserved anyone famous at all. You've probably already bewitched thousands of young men into loving you. Clever in some things, but stupid in others. I know what you do. You've trapped Harry Potter, Viktor Krum, and as soon as Ronald turned famous for that incident in your third year you stuck to him like a leech. Love potions won't work on anybody else when you're in Azkaban!
Sincerely angry,
Rita Skeeter
P.S. Ronald didn't turn up at work today. Nor will he ever be seen again.

Rita,
You never rest, do you? Maybe I should have permanently sealed that jar with a charm (and I assure you, next time I see you, I will carry out that threat!), hmm? But that's right - you wouldn't want everyone to know about your little...umm...Animagus issue, would you? No?
So let's get a few things straight. Firstly - Harry Potter and I ARE NOT DATING AND NEVER HAVE. Honestly, all because you think the scrawny-glasses-and-scar look is hot, doesn't mean the rest of us do! As for Viktor, he asked me to the Yule Ball. And let me think - did anyone ask you? Hang on a second...what's that sound? The sound of a jealous reporter who has never had a date in her entire life !
As for Ronald, I love him alot and therefore do not appreciate this...heist? Is it even that? because to me this seems a little extreme to be perfectly honest. If anyone will be ending up in Azkaban, Skeeter, it'll be you - with charges of Weasley-napping and being an unofficial Animagus. And I will tell the Ministry if you do not stop this incessant ranting about boys and don't return Ronald this INSTANT!
And just in case you were considering sending yet another tedious letter about my love life (you really don't have anything better to think about, do you?), I have jinxed this letter so as to give you a bad case of the boils for a least a month. Have fun!
Sincerely satisfied,
Hermione Granger soon-to-be Weasley.
PS: You're really a horrid little woman - perhaps if you were nicer you'd have male suitors too. Think on it.
- HG
You never rest, do you? Maybe I should have permanently sealed that jar with a charm (and I assure you, next time I see you, I will carry out that threat!), hmm? But that's right - you wouldn't want everyone to know about your little...umm...Animagus issue, would you? No?
So let's get a few things straight. Firstly - Harry Potter and I ARE NOT DATING AND NEVER HAVE. Honestly, all because you think the scrawny-glasses-and-scar look is hot, doesn't mean the rest of us do! As for Viktor, he asked me to the Yule Ball. And let me think - did anyone ask you? Hang on a second...what's that sound? The sound of a jealous reporter who has never had a date in her entire life !
As for Ronald, I love him alot and therefore do not appreciate this...heist? Is it even that? because to me this seems a little extreme to be perfectly honest. If anyone will be ending up in Azkaban, Skeeter, it'll be you - with charges of Weasley-napping and being an unofficial Animagus. And I will tell the Ministry if you do not stop this incessant ranting about boys and don't return Ronald this INSTANT!
And just in case you were considering sending yet another tedious letter about my love life (you really don't have anything better to think about, do you?), I have jinxed this letter so as to give you a bad case of the boils for a least a month. Have fun!
Sincerely satisfied,
Hermione Granger soon-to-be Weasley.
PS: You're really a horrid little woman - perhaps if you were nicer you'd have male suitors too. Think on it.
- HG

You do not deserve the boy with the bread.
From Claire (A girl, who deserves the boy with the bread)
:D"
(Laughs) Awesome reply!!!
Dear Claire,
I went through the Hunger Games TWICE not to ..."

You never rest, do you? Maybe I should have permanently sealed that jar with a charm (and I assure you, next time I see you, I will carry out that threat!), hmm? But that's right - you would..."
Oh, that was good. How do you come up with this stuff?
E.E. wrote: "Booknut wrote: "Rita,
You never rest, do you? Maybe I should have permanently sealed that jar with a charm (and I assure you, next time I see you, I will carry out that threat!), hmm? But that's r..."
Magic! (lol) :D
You never rest, do you? Maybe I should have permanently sealed that jar with a charm (and I assure you, next time I see you, I will carry out that threat!), hmm? But that's r..."
Magic! (lol) :D

I know you were trying to protect Meghan and all but was it really necessary to be such a jerk? Or at least clue her in on your plan?
Olivia
P.S I still love you.
Dear Katniss,
Seriously? Seriously Katniss? Why are you so mean to Peeta and Gale? First you love Gale, then you love Peeta, then you hate Peeta, then you don't know what to think, then you love Peeta.
Get a HOLD of yourself woman!
And even though you decided to marry Peeta that doesn't mean you completely cut off all ties with Gale who-need i remind you? - was your childhood friend and most trusted person. Even if he blew up your sister.
Jeez, seriously. Go get yourself a brain.
From a hater of love triangles (AKA Aurora)
Seriously? Seriously Katniss? Why are you so mean to Peeta and Gale? First you love Gale, then you love Peeta, then you hate Peeta, then you don't know what to think, then you love Peeta.
Get a HOLD of yourself woman!
And even though you decided to marry Peeta that doesn't mean you completely cut off all ties with Gale who-need i remind you? - was your childhood friend and most trusted person. Even if he blew up your sister.
Jeez, seriously. Go get yourself a brain.
From a hater of love triangles (AKA Aurora)
Dear Farid (btw I've only read inkheart and inkspell and a bit of inkdeath)
What is with your obsession with Dustfinger? I understand he brought you back to life, I get that but I don't think he wants you to bring him back to life OKAY!
Stop being an idiot, death cannot be evaded. And even if you did bring him back to life which I doubt, he would not be happy. Want to know why ?
If you sacrifice your life for someone you expect them to of course grief for you but then get on with your life knowing that their death was not in vain.
AS WELL AS THIS if you do bring him back someone else's life would be sacrificed in exchange for him so you would be putting everyone else's life at risk INCLUDING MEGGIE.
If you love Meggie so much stop with your impossible, dangerous task and get on with your life.
♥ Isabelle (Who adores Mortimer much more than you)
What is with your obsession with Dustfinger? I understand he brought you back to life, I get that but I don't think he wants you to bring him back to life OKAY!
Stop being an idiot, death cannot be evaded. And even if you did bring him back to life which I doubt, he would not be happy. Want to know why ?
If you sacrifice your life for someone you expect them to of course grief for you but then get on with your life knowing that their death was not in vain.
AS WELL AS THIS if you do bring him back someone else's life would be sacrificed in exchange for him so you would be putting everyone else's life at risk INCLUDING MEGGIE.
If you love Meggie so much stop with your impossible, dangerous task and get on with your life.
♥ Isabelle (Who adores Mortimer much more than you)
Dear Orpheus (btw I've only read inkheart and inkspell and a bit of inkdeath)
I would just like to shout out to you that you ARE AN EXTREME IDIOT. I would like to know why you are so up yourself. WE ALL KNOW MEGGIE BROUGHT YOU INTO THE INKWORLD,you know it yourself so just stop being up yourself and stop thinking your so great at everything and that you are the ultimate storyteller because YOU ARE NOT.
♥ Isabelle who thinks Mortimer is better than you
I would just like to shout out to you that you ARE AN EXTREME IDIOT. I would like to know why you are so up yourself. WE ALL KNOW MEGGIE BROUGHT YOU INTO THE INKWORLD,you know it yourself so just stop being up yourself and stop thinking your so great at everything and that you are the ultimate storyteller because YOU ARE NOT.
♥ Isabelle who thinks Mortimer is better than you
Olivia wrote: "Dear Prince Ash,
I know you were trying to protect Meghan and all but was it really necessary to be such a jerk? Or at least clue her in on your plan?
Olivia
P.S I still love you."
Dear Olivia,
It is indeed true that I tried to protect Meghan, and I guess - to an extent - the same can be said for my behaviour whilst trying to do so. Though there are no true excuses I can offer, I feel an explanation for my actions is in order.
As a prince of the Unseelie Court, I grew up learning the twisted game that Mab and her courtiers - and my brothers - often played. And I silently, deep down, detested it. It was so complicated, so crude and horrible. They used others as pawns, their secrets and deeds often used to blackmail them into submission.
Though I shudder to say that I often didn't condone their actions, I built defences so as to keep what I valued safe. My mask (Meghan often tells me that it looks like "Hell frozen over") was one of these ways. Emotionless. Calm. When you seem both of these things people tend to leave you alone, and they tend to not question your motives.
When Meghan came along, my world turned upside down. I had to somehow not only save the fey world, but save her. She suddenly became the most important thing to me. It was insane how my priorities changed.
But I could not stand if harm were to come to her. What good would it have done to have allowed her to stay with me - to continue to show her love, and for me to show mine, when it was against everything for us to be together?
I see that it would be hard for a human to understand, but for centuries love between Summer and Winter had been forbidden. It would be like me asking you, a human, to speed on a busy road, steal from a store or even take a life. These things are forbidden in your society and you do not question them.
I hated myself so much at that moment. I wanted to clue her in...but I knew if I did, it would risk me losing her. Better to have her hate me than for me to lose her like I lost Ariella. Better to have her turn away from me, than to spend the rest of my long existence...every day without her, without her laugh and her smile.
So I was horrible to her. Even today, I sometimes wonder how she can forgive me. She is amazing, and the most wonderful person I have ever had the fortune to love and to be loved by.
Thank you for your affections (you are too kind) and for asking your heartfelt question.
Yours sincerely,
King Ash of the Iron Court
I know you were trying to protect Meghan and all but was it really necessary to be such a jerk? Or at least clue her in on your plan?
Olivia
P.S I still love you."
Dear Olivia,
It is indeed true that I tried to protect Meghan, and I guess - to an extent - the same can be said for my behaviour whilst trying to do so. Though there are no true excuses I can offer, I feel an explanation for my actions is in order.
As a prince of the Unseelie Court, I grew up learning the twisted game that Mab and her courtiers - and my brothers - often played. And I silently, deep down, detested it. It was so complicated, so crude and horrible. They used others as pawns, their secrets and deeds often used to blackmail them into submission.
Though I shudder to say that I often didn't condone their actions, I built defences so as to keep what I valued safe. My mask (Meghan often tells me that it looks like "Hell frozen over") was one of these ways. Emotionless. Calm. When you seem both of these things people tend to leave you alone, and they tend to not question your motives.
When Meghan came along, my world turned upside down. I had to somehow not only save the fey world, but save her. She suddenly became the most important thing to me. It was insane how my priorities changed.
But I could not stand if harm were to come to her. What good would it have done to have allowed her to stay with me - to continue to show her love, and for me to show mine, when it was against everything for us to be together?
I see that it would be hard for a human to understand, but for centuries love between Summer and Winter had been forbidden. It would be like me asking you, a human, to speed on a busy road, steal from a store or even take a life. These things are forbidden in your society and you do not question them.
I hated myself so much at that moment. I wanted to clue her in...but I knew if I did, it would risk me losing her. Better to have her hate me than for me to lose her like I lost Ariella. Better to have her turn away from me, than to spend the rest of my long existence...every day without her, without her laugh and her smile.
So I was horrible to her. Even today, I sometimes wonder how she can forgive me. She is amazing, and the most wonderful person I have ever had the fortune to love and to be loved by.
Thank you for your affections (you are too kind) and for asking your heartfelt question.
Yours sincerely,
King Ash of the Iron Court
Isabelle wrote: "Dear Farid (btw I've only read inkheart and inkspell and a bit of inkdeath)
What is with your obsession with Dustfinger? I understand he brought you back to life, I get that but I don't think he ..."
Isabelle,
Umm, well, thanks for the message. I am a little offended that you prefer Silvertongue to me, but then again I have not been acting very admirably lately.
It is, however, a little late to act on your advice, as Meggie has refused to speak with me. I tried making a fire flower for her but she still remained set in her silence - something she must have learnt from Resa, and she is quite good at it.
Dustfinger is also the closest thing I have to family - I admit, I acted rashly, but then again so do all of us when those we love and those who are closet to us are taken by Death or are in danger. Meggie loves Silvertongue the same way I love Dustfinger. I am ashamed that this meant I treated Meggie badly. When Silvertongue was in trouble, she was still the sweetest person to me and never once treated me badly.
I will regret the way I treated her for the rest of my life.
With regrets and sincere good wishes,
Farid the Fire-eater.
What is with your obsession with Dustfinger? I understand he brought you back to life, I get that but I don't think he ..."
Isabelle,
Umm, well, thanks for the message. I am a little offended that you prefer Silvertongue to me, but then again I have not been acting very admirably lately.
It is, however, a little late to act on your advice, as Meggie has refused to speak with me. I tried making a fire flower for her but she still remained set in her silence - something she must have learnt from Resa, and she is quite good at it.
Dustfinger is also the closest thing I have to family - I admit, I acted rashly, but then again so do all of us when those we love and those who are closet to us are taken by Death or are in danger. Meggie loves Silvertongue the same way I love Dustfinger. I am ashamed that this meant I treated Meggie badly. When Silvertongue was in trouble, she was still the sweetest person to me and never once treated me badly.
I will regret the way I treated her for the rest of my life.
With regrets and sincere good wishes,
Farid the Fire-eater.
Aurora wrote: "Dear Katniss,
Seriously? Seriously Katniss? Why are you so mean to Peeta and Gale? First you love Gale, then you love Peeta, then you hate Peeta, then you don't know what to think, then you love P..."
Aurora,
I would like to see you do better! Firstly, I must remind you that I was in the middle of a freaking WAR ZONE. Bombs, killing, Hunger Games, evil presidents - love and make outs were probably the LAST THINGS on my mind. I treasured those whom I was close to and even more so those who were kind to me and treated me in a kind and thoughtful way.
Having grown up in a world where you are not seen as human - rather a doll to be dressed up, flaunted and then shoved into an arena to die - my relationship/s with Peeta and Gale were something I relied upon to help me get through the worst of the war.
Gale - my best friend, my hunting partner and support. Every time I felt as if I couldn't go on, he gave me the strength to continue. He helped feed my family. Protected them. Was so strong and firm in his beliefs and his courage was admirable. I always admired Gale. But I always saw him as more of the brother I wished I had. The guy who was the only family (Prim being too young, my father dead and my mother in and out of sanity) I had that I could rely upon.
And Peeta. The boy with the bread, who saved me when I needed help most. The kind face, the kind heart and the silent kind of bravery he showed in the arena stunned me. You can't go through a life-changing event with someone and not be slightly tied to that person.
And my feelings were confusing - what person's aren't?! Mine were publicised. I was forced to be with Peeta, warping any true feelings I had. It's liked thinking you may want a piece of chocolate, and then someone shoving block after block down your throat, even when you beg them to stop. You stop thinking you want it. I turned to Gale, thinking that normal, that stability was what I needed amongst the turmoil my life had become.
My life had become a Capital show.
I knew I should let Peeta go. But even though I was allowed to be with him and I didn't want to be forced, when I was with him I felt good. Even happy. He has that way with people. He is so nice, so sincere that you can't help but fall a little for this young man who amid the chaos of the world remained so pure and untouched by malice and hardness.
Unlike Gale. Gale - my support - began to corrode. His ideals began to become alot more sinister. He took extreme means. But I still had those friendship and brotherly feelings for him that were hard to untangle and understand - when someone is in your life for so long, it is hard to stop loving them completely.
And he helped me. I ignored his growing darkness and clung to him - afraid to lose him like I had Peeta. But Peeta haunted my every waking hour, my dreams. The wonderful boy who had saved me, had tried to keep me safe and had loved me. Knowing that he loved me made it worse. He was probably being tortured.
You have NO IDEA how hard it was for me. Gale had feelings for me and I loved him and needed him. He was THERE. But Peeta also had feelings for me and his actions in the arena and my memories of him taunted me and made me realise how foolish I had been to think that the feelings I had felt were simply "for the Games". You cannot make mockery of such feelings; I had been a fool.
I loved both boys. But Peeta's absence, and when Gale was sometimes not with me, made me realise that Peeta was just...better. Throughout it all he was so different to me, but he made me a better person. He was trying to make this a better world. When others lost sight of what was meant to be, he showed us the light using the fewest of words.
So in the end I chose Peeta. And after what Gale had done, I understood that it was only fair to let him go. I had found happiness with Peeta. I could never hurt Gale, never let him see us day after day and then accidentally make him think I was leading him on or anything. Gale deserved to look for someone, someone that would calm his headstrong fire and be his kind half (like Peeta was mine) - I couldn't be that for him.
So there you have it, you avid fangirl! And I HAVE a brain thank you very much!!
Katniss Mellark
Seriously? Seriously Katniss? Why are you so mean to Peeta and Gale? First you love Gale, then you love Peeta, then you hate Peeta, then you don't know what to think, then you love P..."
Aurora,
I would like to see you do better! Firstly, I must remind you that I was in the middle of a freaking WAR ZONE. Bombs, killing, Hunger Games, evil presidents - love and make outs were probably the LAST THINGS on my mind. I treasured those whom I was close to and even more so those who were kind to me and treated me in a kind and thoughtful way.
Having grown up in a world where you are not seen as human - rather a doll to be dressed up, flaunted and then shoved into an arena to die - my relationship/s with Peeta and Gale were something I relied upon to help me get through the worst of the war.
Gale - my best friend, my hunting partner and support. Every time I felt as if I couldn't go on, he gave me the strength to continue. He helped feed my family. Protected them. Was so strong and firm in his beliefs and his courage was admirable. I always admired Gale. But I always saw him as more of the brother I wished I had. The guy who was the only family (Prim being too young, my father dead and my mother in and out of sanity) I had that I could rely upon.
And Peeta. The boy with the bread, who saved me when I needed help most. The kind face, the kind heart and the silent kind of bravery he showed in the arena stunned me. You can't go through a life-changing event with someone and not be slightly tied to that person.
And my feelings were confusing - what person's aren't?! Mine were publicised. I was forced to be with Peeta, warping any true feelings I had. It's liked thinking you may want a piece of chocolate, and then someone shoving block after block down your throat, even when you beg them to stop. You stop thinking you want it. I turned to Gale, thinking that normal, that stability was what I needed amongst the turmoil my life had become.
My life had become a Capital show.
I knew I should let Peeta go. But even though I was allowed to be with him and I didn't want to be forced, when I was with him I felt good. Even happy. He has that way with people. He is so nice, so sincere that you can't help but fall a little for this young man who amid the chaos of the world remained so pure and untouched by malice and hardness.
Unlike Gale. Gale - my support - began to corrode. His ideals began to become alot more sinister. He took extreme means. But I still had those friendship and brotherly feelings for him that were hard to untangle and understand - when someone is in your life for so long, it is hard to stop loving them completely.
And he helped me. I ignored his growing darkness and clung to him - afraid to lose him like I had Peeta. But Peeta haunted my every waking hour, my dreams. The wonderful boy who had saved me, had tried to keep me safe and had loved me. Knowing that he loved me made it worse. He was probably being tortured.
You have NO IDEA how hard it was for me. Gale had feelings for me and I loved him and needed him. He was THERE. But Peeta also had feelings for me and his actions in the arena and my memories of him taunted me and made me realise how foolish I had been to think that the feelings I had felt were simply "for the Games". You cannot make mockery of such feelings; I had been a fool.
I loved both boys. But Peeta's absence, and when Gale was sometimes not with me, made me realise that Peeta was just...better. Throughout it all he was so different to me, but he made me a better person. He was trying to make this a better world. When others lost sight of what was meant to be, he showed us the light using the fewest of words.
So in the end I chose Peeta. And after what Gale had done, I understood that it was only fair to let him go. I had found happiness with Peeta. I could never hurt Gale, never let him see us day after day and then accidentally make him think I was leading him on or anything. Gale deserved to look for someone, someone that would calm his headstrong fire and be his kind half (like Peeta was mine) - I couldn't be that for him.
So there you have it, you avid fangirl! And I HAVE a brain thank you very much!!
Katniss Mellark
Isabelle wrote: "Dear Orpheus (btw I've only read inkheart and inkspell and a bit of inkdeath)
I would just like to shout out to you that you ARE AN EXTREME IDIOT. I would like to know why you are so up yourself. ..."
Isabelle,
I am the best writer who ever lived. End of discussion.
Orpheus.
I would just like to shout out to you that you ARE AN EXTREME IDIOT. I would like to know why you are so up yourself. ..."
Isabelle,
I am the best writer who ever lived. End of discussion.
Orpheus.

I know you were trying to protect Meghan and all but was it really necessary to be such a jerk? Or at least clue her in on your plan?
Olivia
P.S I still love yo..."
Ash,
Why did you change your mind? Why did you decide to admit your love for Meghan after going through so much to hide it?
Olivia

Will you marry me ?
♥Isabelle soon to be Herondale"
I love your letter:)
Olivia wrote: "Booknut wrote: "Olivia wrote: "Dear Prince Ash,
I know you were trying to protect Meghan and all but was it really necessary to be such a jerk? Or at least clue her in on your plan?
Olivia
P.S..."
Olivia,
Because - when I realised how hurtful my actions were and how futile it was to try and stop loving her and to stay away from her - I knew that there was no other choice. I suddenly had this burning desire to know . To hear it from her own lips. To truly know whether or not she loved me still.
I admitted my feelings to her, and I still cannot fully explain why or what made me change my mind. She haunted me. Every day, her face, her words, her laugh...they taunted me until I had no choice. I broke. For the first time, something moved me to go from my usual choice of cool and calm demeanour to an outburst of emotion.
I guess I loved her, as foolish as that sounds. And being in a state where I knew nothing, and I was possibly hurting her and it was hurting me to hurt her...it was too much. I couldn't keep it up. I hope that answered your question.
Yours sincerely,
King Ash of the Iron Court
I know you were trying to protect Meghan and all but was it really necessary to be such a jerk? Or at least clue her in on your plan?
Olivia
P.S..."
Olivia,
Because - when I realised how hurtful my actions were and how futile it was to try and stop loving her and to stay away from her - I knew that there was no other choice. I suddenly had this burning desire to know . To hear it from her own lips. To truly know whether or not she loved me still.
I admitted my feelings to her, and I still cannot fully explain why or what made me change my mind. She haunted me. Every day, her face, her words, her laugh...they taunted me until I had no choice. I broke. For the first time, something moved me to go from my usual choice of cool and calm demeanour to an outburst of emotion.
I guess I loved her, as foolish as that sounds. And being in a state where I knew nothing, and I was possibly hurting her and it was hurting me to hurt her...it was too much. I couldn't keep it up. I hope that answered your question.
Yours sincerely,
King Ash of the Iron Court
Olivia wrote: "Isabelle wrote: "Dear William Herondale
Will you marry me ?
♥Isabelle soon to be Herondale"
I love your letter:)"
To the maiden whose name is Isabelle,
Your hasty letter made its way,
'Cross mountains of green and fields of hay,
To a lad so strapping (oh yes it's true),
Who had never seen, nor heard of you,
And who reading of your burning heart,
Decided to stop and snack on a tart,
And pondered on whether to answer or not,
To add fuel to your passion or to leave it to rot,
So this lad he did sit,
And he snacked quite a bit,
Your feelings you should safely box,
For this founder of demon pox,
His heart belongeth to a lady most fair,
Who's engaged to his friend (which is most, most unfair).
Therefore do not weep over him,
This most strapping lad,
Your love was a whim,
No reciprocal to be had,
I thank thee for it,
Though it gives you no joy,
So go back to your books,
And your ribbons and toys,
And beware of the evils this world doth possess,
Like poxes, and ducks and things called Horcruxes.
Adieu.
Farewell.
Your secret I shan't tell.
Best wishes, your sincerely,
Mr William Herondale
Will you marry me ?
♥Isabelle soon to be Herondale"
I love your letter:)"
To the maiden whose name is Isabelle,
Your hasty letter made its way,
'Cross mountains of green and fields of hay,
To a lad so strapping (oh yes it's true),
Who had never seen, nor heard of you,
And who reading of your burning heart,
Decided to stop and snack on a tart,
And pondered on whether to answer or not,
To add fuel to your passion or to leave it to rot,
So this lad he did sit,
And he snacked quite a bit,
Your feelings you should safely box,
For this founder of demon pox,
His heart belongeth to a lady most fair,
Who's engaged to his friend (which is most, most unfair).
Therefore do not weep over him,
This most strapping lad,
Your love was a whim,
No reciprocal to be had,
I thank thee for it,
Though it gives you no joy,
So go back to your books,
And your ribbons and toys,
And beware of the evils this world doth possess,
Like poxes, and ducks and things called Horcruxes.
Adieu.
Farewell.
Your secret I shan't tell.
Best wishes, your sincerely,
Mr William Herondale
Booknut wrote: "Olivia wrote: "Isabelle wrote: "Dear William Herondale
Will you marry me ?
♥Isabelle soon to be Herondale"
I love your letter:)"
To the maiden whose name is Isabelle,
Your hasty letter made it..."
Wow, that is a really good letter and written in the form of a poem. It is a really good poem too.
Will you marry me ?
♥Isabelle soon to be Herondale"
I love your letter:)"
To the maiden whose name is Isabelle,
Your hasty letter made it..."
Wow, that is a really good letter and written in the form of a poem. It is a really good poem too.
Isabelle wrote: "Booknut wrote: "Olivia wrote: "Isabelle wrote: "Dear William Herondale
Will you marry me ?
♥Isabelle soon to be Herondale"
I love your letter:)"
To the maiden whose name is Isabelle,
Your hast..."
Aww shucks! *blushes* It wasn't THAT great - I'm sure Will could do better!!
Will you marry me ?
♥Isabelle soon to be Herondale"
I love your letter:)"
To the maiden whose name is Isabelle,
Your hast..."
Aww shucks! *blushes* It wasn't THAT great - I'm sure Will could do better!!

Will you marry me ?
♥Isabelle soon to be Herondale"
I love your letter:)"
To the maiden whose name is Isa..."
Those were both really great letters:) I like that Will decided to snack on some tarts:P

Your poem above was amazing and it flowed so nicely, you have such creativity to include a poem within a letter.
:)
Thanks to both of you!! I'm so excited to be back - I was on a three day trip to the Snowy Mountains...playing around in the snow, tobogganing, building snow bunnies!! It was so much fun and I will definitely upload some beautiful snow scenery pics that I took!
I'm glad you're liking the letters - I try hard to make them as 'real' as possible!!
I'm glad you're liking the letters - I try hard to make them as 'real' as possible!!

Sounds like so much fun! :) Can't wait for the pics!
And they are fantastic!

How can you put up with Katniss? I know she is full of hate, anger, resentment, and sorrow, and a person that full with negative feelings cannot always be in a good mood.
What is your opinion of Gale? Did they harm your memories of him when they tracker-jacked you?
How do you handle things like Katniss, the Hunger Games, and plain horror without exploding?
What other secrets do you have? I'd like to know all.
Sincerely,
Esther Odiar, Daughter of Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta

How can you put up with Katniss? I know she is full of hate, anger, resentment, and sorrow, and a person that full with negative feelings cannot always be in a good mood.
What is ..."
I wanted to make up Esther Odair as the daughter of Finnick, because Finnick always wanted to know the secrets, I made Esther up. May Finnick rest in peace. I forget if Annie dies at the end, so just pretend like she was alive long enough to give birth to a daughter if she did die.

(From after Destined before Letter to Chelsea- Aprilynne Pike)
Did you ever really love Chelsea?
Or was she just your rebound girl?
What HAPPENED!?!
Sincerely,
Miss Angry and Confused
Miss Angry and Confused,
Umm...gee. Look - I'll admit that I am probably not guiltless on any account. I've made a tonne of mistakes and I reckon I'll regret most of them. For instance, I regret not being supportive of Laurel embracing her faery heritage. I also regret the way I've treated Chelsea.
Chelsea. Always the best friend and shoulder to lean on. She has this kind of personality that draws you to her, and makes you smile even when you feel like crap. But she made it so easy to forget that she was a girl. Ok, that sounded dumb as, but basically she was just...Chelsea. My friend. I clean forgot that she was like any other girl who I'd look at and consider whether or not I had feelings for.
I mean, sure I got jealous at times when other guys spoke to her, checked her out. But that was to be expected - we were friends, and I was obviously worried about them hurting her.
When Laurel came along, I was a goner. She was everything I had ever dreamed of - intelligent, funny, kind, beautiful. It sounds so shallow, but compared to my unacknowledged feelings for Chelsea, my new-found love for Laurel was ten times the vibrancy. I felt truly alive for the first time ever. Being in love with Laurel was an experience I would do all over again. She is a wonderful person and spending time with her...well, I can't explain how it made me feel, besides happy.
Did I ever love Chelsea? Yes. Did I know it? No. Ever? Well...I guess I kind of realised it when she was there for me when Laurel and I broke up. I realised how, even though they were different, Laurel and Chelsea had the same want to help others that drew me so. Chelsea had always had a place in my heart. I guess I'd always been afraid of making her something more...and then, if things were to go wrong, losing her friendship as well.
I loved the Chelsea I was friends with. And I was so scared of losing her. Laurel was easy to love, because we found friendship as we grew closer and she needed me as a friend. Chelsea was a closer friend than Laurel - we'd been friends for longer too. And losing her friendship was unconceivable.
She was never my 'rebound'. I feel heartbroken when I think of how much pain I probably put her through. Guilty has hell. She was nothing but good to me, and I tried so hard to give her a love that I never knew I had. But I still wasn't over Laurel.
Perhaps - if I had been with Chelsea after getting over Laurel - things would have turned out differently. I would have fallen hard and deep for Chelsea and we would have been happy. But...I don't know - I guess Laurel just held some part of me that I knew I should be able to give to Chelsea, but couldn't.
Which is why she deserves better then a guy who stuffs up relationships and can never fully give his heart away to her. I love her enough to give her that, if nothing else.
Yours sincerely,
David.
Umm...gee. Look - I'll admit that I am probably not guiltless on any account. I've made a tonne of mistakes and I reckon I'll regret most of them. For instance, I regret not being supportive of Laurel embracing her faery heritage. I also regret the way I've treated Chelsea.
Chelsea. Always the best friend and shoulder to lean on. She has this kind of personality that draws you to her, and makes you smile even when you feel like crap. But she made it so easy to forget that she was a girl. Ok, that sounded dumb as, but basically she was just...Chelsea. My friend. I clean forgot that she was like any other girl who I'd look at and consider whether or not I had feelings for.
I mean, sure I got jealous at times when other guys spoke to her, checked her out. But that was to be expected - we were friends, and I was obviously worried about them hurting her.
When Laurel came along, I was a goner. She was everything I had ever dreamed of - intelligent, funny, kind, beautiful. It sounds so shallow, but compared to my unacknowledged feelings for Chelsea, my new-found love for Laurel was ten times the vibrancy. I felt truly alive for the first time ever. Being in love with Laurel was an experience I would do all over again. She is a wonderful person and spending time with her...well, I can't explain how it made me feel, besides happy.
Did I ever love Chelsea? Yes. Did I know it? No. Ever? Well...I guess I kind of realised it when she was there for me when Laurel and I broke up. I realised how, even though they were different, Laurel and Chelsea had the same want to help others that drew me so. Chelsea had always had a place in my heart. I guess I'd always been afraid of making her something more...and then, if things were to go wrong, losing her friendship as well.
I loved the Chelsea I was friends with. And I was so scared of losing her. Laurel was easy to love, because we found friendship as we grew closer and she needed me as a friend. Chelsea was a closer friend than Laurel - we'd been friends for longer too. And losing her friendship was unconceivable.
She was never my 'rebound'. I feel heartbroken when I think of how much pain I probably put her through. Guilty has hell. She was nothing but good to me, and I tried so hard to give her a love that I never knew I had. But I still wasn't over Laurel.
Perhaps - if I had been with Chelsea after getting over Laurel - things would have turned out differently. I would have fallen hard and deep for Chelsea and we would have been happy. But...I don't know - I guess Laurel just held some part of me that I knew I should be able to give to Chelsea, but couldn't.
Which is why she deserves better then a guy who stuffs up relationships and can never fully give his heart away to her. I love her enough to give her that, if nothing else.
Yours sincerely,
David.

you have finally put my confusion to rest. I hope you have your happily ever after with your to-be-wife.
P.S. I respect your fairy related decision.
Forever in your gratittude,
Miss Not So Angry Or Confused Anymore.
Miss Not So Angry Or Confused Anymore,
You're most welcome. And thank you for your well wishes.
Your humble servant,
David.
You're most welcome. And thank you for your well wishes.
Your humble servant,
David.

You do not deserve the boy with the bread.
From Claire (A girl, who deserves the boy with the bread)
:D"
Dear Claire,
I went through the Hunger Games TWICE not to ..."
Hahahahahaha!!!! *dyes of laughter* Booknut that is amazing!

(This letter is translated from Quenya into Westron, so that he is able to read it clearly).
As i travel to the Undying Lands my thoughts are still very much..."
*pulls out tissues* I literally have tears streaming down my face! Lucinda, booknut, that was truly beautiful! It sounded so much like Sam..*blows nose*

You are awesome and all but what's with your temper in fifth grade.
Why so annoying in fifth grade
From Isabelle (A REALLY BIG HARRY POTTER FAN)"
To The Big Har..."
Hahaha I loved how Harry signed off! :D the Guy Who Likes to Name Drop

Will you marry me ?
♥Isabelle soon to be Herondale"
I love your letter:)"
To the maiden whose name is Isabelle,
Your hasty letter made it..."
Hahahahahahahahaha!! *snorts* Hahahahhahhahahaha!!!! And of course there was a duck reference at the end! Brilliant as always booknut!


Oh God of Toilet Paper, would you ever give one of your stalker girls a chance? Please? I love you?
Forever Following YOU,
Anna

As do I! Great letters:)