The Crossway House, Herne
43 Yávië in the Reckoning of Imladris
(being the 22nd of September in the Shire-Reckoning)

Some might call my latest expedition a "fool's errand" - those who do so reveal in their own ignorance, their own foolishness.

And as every scholar knows, even foolishness is dangerous, in the hands of a fool...

Cónocht an Fhómhair (Autumn Equinox)

July T.A. 3018, Mirkwood.

The summer was drawing slowly toward its waning, and the vast green roof of the once named Greenwood lay quiet neath a pale morning sky. Sunlight wandered among the upper boughs, but little of it reached the forest-floor below, where age-old roots coiled through mosses and fallen leaves that gathered in the hollows of the earth.

Hidden Chronicles Chapter 12

The night air outside the scholar’s archive in Duillond was cool and the starshine glimmered down upon the worn stone pavers. Parnard stared at the stars. He had already changed into his red dressing-gown lined with white satin, worn over his sword belt. The scabbard of Steel-Thorn, having nowhere to go, flared straight backward from the slitted vent of the gown like a metallic tail, and added a careless swagger to his ensemble.