The sun hung low and golden over the hills of Enedwaith, casting a warm glow across the red rocks that jutted from the earth like the bones of some ancient creature. I was far from the familiar woods of my youth, drawn instead to the rugged terrain near Maur Tulhau by whispers of a hidden place—a …

The glade was still and silver under the light of the waxing moon. I moved carefully between the ferns, basket in hand, searching for the faint blue glow of the Bell-o-Dale flower. It blooms only under moonlight, its many petals wide open for a few short hours before it folds away into silence with …

The sound of the river Anduin was especially strong that morning. Its waters bold, tumbling over stone and root as if stirred by something deeper than the current. I had been tending to Radagast’s garden before dawn when the wild birds arrived in a flurry of wings, disturbed and anxious, their songs …