In the gentle heartland of the Vales of Anduin, lush valleys stretched serenely beneath the watchful peaks of distant mountains, their slopes covered in forests of vibrant greens and deep, shadowed blues. Crystal-clear rivers whispered as they cascaded gracefully over smooth stones, threading through meadows painted with wildflowers in hues of lavender, gold, and soft crimson. Here, the quiet refuge of Rhosgobel stood nestled among whispering trees, their leaves murmuring ancient secrets to those who paused to listen.
For many years now, Rhovaniel had tended these lands faithfully, her daily tasks taking her from sun-dappled glades to mossy riverbanks rich with the fragrance of damp earth and wild herbs. She cared diligently for Radagast’s lush gardens bursting with colorful blooms and vibrant foliage, carefully gathering eggs from hidden nests tucked within tangled branches and hollows beneath twisted roots. Her gentle hands removed debris from clear streams, their waters sparkling like diamonds beneath the warm sunlight. She moved quietly, calming the restless hearts of local wildlife beneath the comforting shade of ancient trees whose branches seemed to embrace her in quiet thanks.
Under Radagast’s patient guidance, she had grown profoundly in skill and wisdom, absorbing the quiet, deep teachings of the Istari. Radagast often shared pieces of his timeless knowledge with her, reminding her softly: “Nature mirrors all things, Rhovaniel. In every leaf and feather lies balance. The smallest seed may grow into the mightiest oak if nurtured patiently; thus, even the smallest kindness can grow to greatness.” Through these gentle lessons, Rhovaniel learned patience, compassion, and the subtle yet powerful art of taming and communicating with wild beasts.
Now, as the morning sun spilled golden warmth across fields of waving grasses on her birthday—March 29, T.A. 2595—Rhovaniel was at peace, harvesting herbs within the vibrant garden. Gwathren perched nearby, faithfully as ever, though his feathers had begun to grey, his flight grown weary over the years. Rhovaniel felt a gentle ache at the realization that their remaining time together was slowly slipping away.
At mid-morning, Radagast appeared, his gentle eyes sparkling warmly beneath his worn brown hood. “Come, Rhovaniel,” he beckoned, his voice gentle like the rustle of leaves in a summer breeze. “Today, your efforts merit celebration, for your courage and compassion have not gone unnoticed.”
Curious yet respectful, she followed him along a narrow trail winding between whispering trees to a small clearing adorned with soft emerald grass, where Radagast had prepared a modest ceremony. There, upon a stone pedestal polished by countless rains, sat a bowl of crystal-clear water reflecting the boundless blue sky and drifting clouds above. Radagast smiled, his gaze thoughtful. “You traveled far to the Mountains of Mist, bravely calming and returning to peace the great wounded eagle, friend of Gwaihir himself, saving not only the eagle but preserving the trust between beast and Free Peoples. Such a deed honors all living things and deserves recognition.”
Rhovaniel bowed humbly, deeply honored by his praise. Radagast motioned gently, and Gwathren hopped forward to perch beside the bowl. The wizard whispered quietly in a language ancient and deep, weaving subtle threads of power.
“Life is a delicate thread,” Radagast murmured softly, “but nature sometimes grants exceptions. Your bond with Gwathren is precious, deserving to endure beyond ordinary limits.”
As his words flowed gently through the peaceful clearing, a soft glow enveloped Gwathren, washing away the signs of age and weariness. Glossy black feathers regained their luster, and the vigor of youth brightened the bird’s sharp gaze. Gwathren stretched newly strengthened wings, releasing a joyous, clear call that echoed through the lush valleys and towering trees surrounding Rhosgobel.
Tears of gratitude shone in Rhovaniel’s eyes as Radagast placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Consider this a gift of appreciation and balance, Daughter of the Wilderness. Gwathren’s years will now match your own, allowing your shared path to continue together beneath these skies.”
“Thank you, Master Radagast,” she replied softly, her voice filled with awe and gratitude. “Your generosity is boundless.”
Radagast smiled knowingly, looking upward through the leafy canopy to the endless sky above. “In serving the harmony of the world, we each find our greatest reward. Remember this always, dear friend.”
Rhovaniel nodded earnestly, gently stroking Gwathren’s restored feathers. Their bond, forged in kindness and courage, now fortified by magic, would indeed endure, a testament to loyalty, compassion, and the timeless wisdom of Radagast the Brown.