train of thought

Faint light filters in through the cracks in the door. Starlight, he thinks, watching it, but he cannot be certain. Days and nights have blended together here in this pit, and for all he knows the light of the sun has turned cold and grey in the world outside.

He thinks he is going mad.

While Carria slept, Sera did not...

I knew it! I just knew something was up. I'd say my sense for when real trouble's brewin' be both a blessin' and a curse! 

((These are stream-of-consciousness fragments from Nimlith's meditations. Nim doesn't keep a diary, but she reflects on recent events that trouble her in this way.))

I wish leading would come easier to me. Some seem to handle it with such grace, and great desire for it... yet twice I have been called a leader in the recent days, without ever having wished for it.
What makes a leader? To have others follow them... to be able to convince others to follow them. Yet I do not wish for anyone to follow me into danger, even of their own free will.

The elves here in Rivendell are strange... though not as strange as him... he confuses me.
I always thought all Elves were creatures of the light, though we have our differences... all the evil has been created by the Shadows, and we do not fight one another needlessly...
Yet this is not true; I knew this from history, yet I never thought more of it... the war and the corruption of shadows was what I blamed.