[The Fifth]

Calad stopped walking, and thought for a while. He could conjure up a few images from minor events in his life, but soon those images turned into black ones, those of orcs and whips and the fire of Mt. Doom as he was carried, chained up, to the Dark Tower. He stood still as a statue, staring at Thengise. After a few more moments, he murmured, "I.. don't! Remember!" His speech reverted back into the fragmented nonsense, and he drew himself down to the floor.