Day 7.
I am sitting alone. No one is around. I am talking to someone. Nanthon is not around. No one is around. I am alone. I've been writing for a long time. I am on my 5th quill. I broke the other. The voice. I heard it before. In Mirkwood. When I was trapped. I was trapped. Why am I here? I don't remember how I got out. The voice tells me what to do. It advises me. And I am listening. It tells me to kill the enemy. Kill them all. It's the only way to get rid of them. He agrees with me. He tells me that I am right. That my mind is clear. The voice, it's the only thing that agrees with me. And supports my idea. I am right. They should be dead. The voice will help me.
Day 7, Night.
Another meeting. I am in the house. No one is here yet, except me and Nightcrawler. The voice tells me not to listen to him. I ignore the voice and greet Nightcrawler, then walk to the table. I am patiently waiting for the others. Here is the first knock. Nightcrawler runs to the door. It's an elf. A woman. I am surprised. Another elf. In these lands. That's...interesting. I am rude to her. I don't know why. Second knock. Third knock. Nanthon and Kahina. Full house. We greet each other. Well, they greet each other. I am annoyed. The voice tells me not to listen to what they will say. It tells me that the choice is mine. But I'll regret not listening to it. I gave it a try. I ignored the voice. We started discussing.
Later in the night.
They are mad. They really think we should spare them. We should spare the Numenoreans. It's madness. The voice is right. I was wrong. I am sorry. I couldn't hold it in. I gave my point. But the voice told me they won't listen. The voice told me they are fools. The voice told me that Nightcrawler is a fool. That I shouldn't listen to him. I agreed. The voice is wise. They are not. Nightcrawler calls me a bloodseeker. A bloodseeker? I am doing what is right. What is suppose to be done. What's the voice telling me. I let it dominate my body. Let the wiser speak. It speaks. I am out.
Day 8, Morning.
I woke up in my tent. Fields. What happened last night? Did they agree with me? Was I right? The voice is gone for now. My questions are left with no answers.
