Midnight in the Shire
Mood: A halfling sits on a wooden bench and hums as he admires the silver stars shimmering in the inky black sky.
Smells Like: Fresh country air flowing through blackberry bushes, a touch of woody cedar and sweet amber with 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.
Orange light spills over from beyond the horizon, the sun bidding its final farewell and disappearing beneath the rolling hills. The sheep nicker in the fields, laying their heads to rest and settling down for the night.
Firelight flickers from behind round windows and an owl begins to call softly. A silver moon glows full, reflecting in the flowing streams below as the last revelers of the night return to their homes, singing out of tune with bellies full of ale.