5 Lothron (May), Third Age 2995 The air near the ruins of Osgiliath always carries a tang of ash and stone, a bitter scent that speaks of long-fallen glory. Yet among the broken marble and shattered pillars, life stubbornly clings to the edges of ruin. It was during one of my forays with the Rangers …

18 Lothron (May), Third Age 2996 To walk through North Ithilien is to move through a living tapestry of color, scent, and quiet whispers beneath the leaves. As a scholar of herbalism and student of the wilds, I have come to understand that the plants of this region do more than grow—they speak. They …

8 Ivanneth (September), Third Age 2587 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 …