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 …

25 Nínui (February), Third Age 2550 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 …

28 Lothron (May), Third Age 2532 One evening beneath a sky ablaze with stars, Celethir, my brother, noticed me lost in thought, gazing upwards from the balcony of our home in Ithilgalen. He joined me quietly, sensing my growing concern about the spreading darkness of Mirkwood. He placed a reassuring …