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 …

6 Nórui (June), Third Age 2994 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 …