Mood: A not-so-innocent bystander gardening in the darkness. Intense whispers of dark lords and mysterious rings, and a sudden commission to save the world.
Smells Like: Magnolia, orange blossom, lavender, honeycomb, and tonka bean.
In the heart of the shire, long sunny days are filled with folk working in their quaint gardens, sharing sweet cakes over afternoon tea and party celebrations running deep into the night. The soft blossoms falling from cherry trees and the gentle hum of honey bees is interrupted only by nosy neighbors peering out from round doors and the intrusion of unexpected guests.
A friendly gardener with keen intuition is thrown through a round window onto a wooden table and attacked with sudden questions.
Cheeks flushed pink with panic, he stutters and stammers his excuses, causing his attacker’s face to turn from a frown into a calm smile.