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Díllothwen insisted on her husband writing something down...not only would it help him remember how to write (considering he does not do so often), his inner thinking might be able to be understood. Undómion never thought of the purpose as to why his wife persisted, but he complied.

A recent work translated into Westron it read as thus:

Waves of time rise and fall

Twilight twisted the tall trees of Chetwood, turning them into terrifying sentinels. Each tree was gnarled by time, the elements hacking at them, turning them into beacons to be feared and respected with awesome grandeur. Evening shadows played over them with a pervading stillness, encompassing the trees with further darkness, each tree overshadowed by his neighbours. No sound could be heard; as though the encroaching night time darkness was whisking away all sounds of life and wind; leaving nothing but an orchestra of silence.

—What do you see, Talgoy? —An odd voice speaks. Its voice doesn’t seems human, being too deep and with a raspy voice. After some seconds, Talgoy responds with a laconic voice.

*The entry is two pages long. The first one have a sketch of a woman with big eyes and small lips on the right bottom of the page.The letter of the text is messy and written quickly*​