[Nilpaurion Felagund]

As soon as Hawthorne Brandybuck had left, Aldwine began to close his eyes. To all else he would look asleep(in fact, once in Harad, someone had attempted to rob him while in this state. I should say that the thief was quite disappointed), but his mind began to work fully, recalling the tale Hawthorne had told him. He had promised not to write it down, but it was now fully committed to his memory. It was one of the best stories he had heard in all his travel. I made a good decision of staying here in the Shire. he thought, a slight smile forming on his lips.

He had quite a few of those stories: An ancient heirloom, a magical relic from another time, which links the past and the future, and forms bonds between otherwise sundered beings. Maybe that's why I loved those stories. The old man rose from his reverie, and drank the last of his tea.