It was dark. No moon shone in the outside world and no stars twinkled in welcome. It was as though Elbereth had extended her hand and blotted out the thousands of twinkling lights if only for one night. The very air seemed still and heavy, a thick fog hung in drapes in the night, and breathing was laborious. In a dark room with an open window which let in the eerie fog of the dark night, sat Elenya, her head in her hands. She swayed back and forth in a pendular motion chanting a song in words that were unintelligible. Every now and then she cried out as though in pain. The fog crept ever closer. Suddenly, as though seizing its prey, it surrounded the sitting elf in a deathlike embrace. Elenya's head shot up from her hands in one quick motion and her eyes were wide and gleaming with a yellow light. She sat rigidly frozen for a moment, her every muscle tensed, and her eyes filled with a seeming demonic presence. The fog slowly filled the entire room and Elenya fell backwards onto her bed with a shrill cry that echoed out of the open window and into the night. There she lay, awake and yet asleep, in an unearthly daze.