[The writing is in Aduniac, some parts of the writing more sloppy than others. Written the morning before the attack.]
I have decided to keep a journal. Something I sit down to do. I would like to write books on lore someday, so I think writing a journal would be a good start. I am sitting in the library in my house with a cup of tea, going to leave for a shift at the Stag in a couple minutes.
What will I write about? Oh, daily happenings, personal feelings. Maybe I will take up art? Who knows? I have a lot of thoughts jumbled in my head, and I believe keeping a journal will help me sort my thoughts.
I named this journal in Aduniac. Madaurbeth. She who is with gloom. I think that describes my inner thought life well enough. And what am I thinking about? Many things. My past, my life in Mordor. Nurn, Gorgoroth... My father, the fact that he apparently was in a marriage before he loved my mother, and neither of my parents ever told me. My present. My life here, in Bree. The people I know and care for. My struggles in many things, especially -
-It is time to leave for work. I will write more later.
~ Eira.
