Wildlife
Salve, Seed, and Silence
1 Gwirith (April), Third Age 3019 Radagast’s garden still smelled of wet cedar and bee-bread when I stepped through the willow gate for what I thought would be a lesson like any other. The Vales of Anduin breathed behind me, river speaking in silver syllables, birch leaves clapping softly, a late …
Silver Streams of Eriador
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 …
Lessons from the Brown …
3 Lothron (May), Third Age 2552 The forest was never silent—not truly. Even in stillness, it breathed, whispered, and stirred with countless voices that most would never notice. It was during one of my earliest seasons under Radagast’s tutelage that I learned to truly listen. Not simply with …