So much has happened in this past few hours that I know not where to begin! As the Uruks began to break in I sat upon the cave floor, simply staring. Tears ran down my cheeks, I tried to lift my hand to wipe them away but I could not move. I was suddenly brought back to reality when Eowyn told me to go somewhere with the women and children. Not knowing what she said I just nodded. I reached into my satchel and was about to take this book out to write when my finger touched the cold hilt of my dagger, grabbing it I pulled it out of the satchel. I thought about ending my life but decided against it. I stood up and began to walk out of the Glittering Caves, people yelled at me to stop but I couldn't, something in me drove me on like a horse under its master's whip. I figured that I had nothing to lose for we were all doomed to death under and Orc's blade anyway. I clenched the hilt of my little dagger until my knuckles turned white. As I walked into the midst of battle I froze, too afraid to move, "Keep going" said a small voice within my head. My mind urged me to move but my body refused. Those few seconds seemed like an eternity as Men, Elves, and Orcs fell down dead all around me. I always imagined battle to be much different, where only the bad people died and their corpses somehow magically disappeared when the dead bodies touched the ground, reality turned out to be much different. Then suddenly I saw insert name here being brought down by an Orc's blade. "NOO!" I yelled in panic. On impulse I charged forward and the blade of my dagger plunged into the unsuspecting Orc's side. As he fell to the ground I thought I may faint. I had killed a living creature, I had never taken the life of anything before, save for bugs. I suddenly realized the horror of war. As I stood there, frozen in time, an Orc hit me over the head and everything went black. I must stop writing, for I have a terrible headache.