[This entry is written in Sindarin in a small leather-bound book.]
I can't rid myself of this feeling. It began a few weeks ago, and since then it's only grown stronger. There is a heaviness in the air about me, and it is harder to breathe. I feel as if something is breathing down my neck, like I need to run and never stop until whatever this is has passed. I tried to tell myself that it was nothing, that I am merely anxious to return home. I spoke to Lamaenon about it, hoping that he would tell me the same. It was the opposite in fact. He told me that these things are not always just mere feelings. He felt like this the day he went into the river.
I do not know what this means. What is going to happen? Is happening? I do not have those sort of answers. I can only remain close to my friends and keep on my guard for whatever is coming.
