In the gentle heartland of the Vales of Anduin, lush valleys stretched serenely beneath the watchful peaks of distant mountains, their slopes covered in forests of vibrant greens and deep, shadowed blues. Crystal-clear rivers whispered as they cascaded gracefully over smooth stones, threading …

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 …

In the secluded heart of Mirkwood, beneath the sheltering branches of ancient trees, stood the peaceful elven haven of Ithilgalen. Here lived Rhovaniel Gilvellon’s family, renowned scholars and custodians of knowledge. Her father, Faerondir, was a Loremaster whose calm wisdom and compassionate heart …