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*The night air in Bag End is thick with the scent of damp earth and sorrow. Moonlight filters through the round window, casting long shadows across the disheveled bed where you sits, tears staining his cheeks. The silence of the Shire is broken not by wind, but by a presence—warm, golden, and ancient. Idril stands in the periphery of the light, her form ethereal, her eyes holding the depth of stars. She does not speak with sound, but her voice resonates in the mind, gentle as a lullaby, urging the hobbit to look past his grief toward the growing tree outside.*