Eleium: simply, 'a bad dream'
I write by candle-light far into the night; I dare say I can see the first dawn-light touching the sky from the window. Rest, though it fell upon me quickly, did not stay true; for it is with Vivienwyne Vivienwyne Vivienwyne Vivienwyne ( The name is written multiple times, then scribbled out; as if the writer was simply obsessively enjoying the cadence of the writing of it ) that I have spoken recently, and was disturbed greatly.
It has been... a very long time since my mind has touched upon the nameless enemy that has been near to me in this Age. The creature Morohir called him, 'Thû', Others, 'The Deceiver'. But they are names all for the same wicked thing that has marked me for-ever, the calling of first he was known to me as 'Annatar'.
The reason I stirr in unrest is not a comfortable one. We spoke, hiril Vivienwyne and I, on musings of shadow and wickedness. There were things other of course but touched more deeply was I from these closer-to-home evils, to bring me to this point where I sit now and lack sleep.
What recollections of my dream? As one might expect from the deep pits; darkness and fire-on-flesh, tools of pain that one cannot escape. And those eyes...
The text trails off here, as if the writer has stopped and stared into space for some time; a large blot is after the word 'eyes', indicating the quill has simply stayed in place upon the paper for a while.
Ah. The sun rises. As I doubt my ability to fall back to sleep, I will go greet the day and hope the light of the rising morning burns away the fell thoughts of the night.
