Fourth Age

Ithilien, start of the Fourth Age

"What is your favorite color?"

"Eh?" Earcalie blinked, taken back in the real world from her reverie by Inweth's words. They were enjoying a light meal watching the sun set, sitting atop Henneth Annun's rocky outcrop. Below them, a sea of green dotted by the yellow Culumalda trees. "Mine is green" said the gardener elleth. As if that wasn't obvious... the other one thought, but didn't say out loud

sometime into the Fourth Age, southern lands of Middle Earth

The beating sun offered little mercy, even when hiding in the tall reed ridges lining the river shore. With its hot and dry climate unlike anything she ever experienced in the north of Middle Earth, Earcalie skulked among the reeds muttering against Arien who must have been in a particularly angry mood that day. Still, she swallowed her complaints and marched on. 

This book that you hold now in your hands will change your life.

This may seem an impossible claim, and yet claim it I do!  For the tale, nay, the epic tale which you are about to uncover, is nothing less than the entire secret history of the War of the Ring, and how the King was restored to our Middle-earth.

Undefined time and space

Act III, Part XVII: The Fading of Tinnurion