7 Nórui (June), Third Age 2771 Some memories are not etched by danger or victory, but by the quiet solace of still waters and the patient tug of a line. It was in the wilds of Eriador that I first found time to slow my steps. The ruins of the Elves lingered there—stone whispers beneath ivy and …

3 Lothron (May), Third Age 2552 The forest was never silent—not truly. Even in stillness, it breathed, whispered, and stirred with countless voices that most would never notice. It was during one of my earliest seasons under Radagast’s tutelage that I learned to truly listen. Not simply with …

15 Gwirith (April), Third Age 2524 In the lingering twilight beneath northern Mirkwood’s tangled canopy, I stood at the threshold of ancient history—the lost halls of Thranduil, abandoned centuries before in the fading splendor of Greenwood the Great. Moss-covered stones, half-hidden by vines and …