Wife of the Thain: Old Tales of the Shire

He heard singing, a sweet melody on the air, silver chimes and reed pipes, summer rain and spring mist and winter snowfall.

Isumbras Took left his home one day to follow the song through the woods, through fields, crashing through darkness and stumbling through daylight. Dawn came, and dusk, and night found him, and day held him.

The rain drenched him, the wind chilled him. The sun burned him, the shade cooled him. The moon lit his path, and the stars gave him hope. He wandered the Shire, following the song that pulled at his soul...

...and he found her.