The fields of Kingstead Meadows stretched out before me, a vibrant tapestry of greens and golds swaying gently beneath the wide sky of West Rohan. After years of wandering, the call to settle in one place had grown louder, and here, surrounded by grassy plains, farmlands, and the soft whispers of …

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 …