[Child of the 7th Age]

Not far from the Green Dragon stands a haven of relative tranquility. Along the southern edge of Bywater Pool, some distance from the Inn itself, a park extends along the shore. Sam had made a point to plant a great many saplings here, each with a tiny particle of silver dust at its roots, which had come from the box that Galadriel had entrusted to him. The result was pleasing to the eye and ear, a sweet haven of tall birches and weeping willows whose tangled limbs were home to any number of birds and small animals.

It was here that Zira and Ban awoke, with their two children close beside them. Zira clasped little Azra to her chest, while Abar wandered off, searching for something interesting to play with or explore. His parents remained behind, cautiously scanning the horizon, but could see no one in sight. Of all the arrivals, they were the only ones, besides Maura himself, who had at least a glimmering of where they were and why they'd been brought here.

Zira turned flashing eyes on her husband, "Is this it? Is this the place Ancalimon told Maura about?"

"Perhaps," responded her husband, "but where's Maura? Why are we the only ones here? Should we stay here, or go looking for them?"

Zira shruged her shoulders in bewilderment. "I'm not sure. Ancalimon never told us about that."

Ban nodded, "Perhaps we'd best stay here then. Ancalimon said this was the work of a Vala, so perhaps he wants us in this special place." Ban stretched out on the grass and closed his eyes to take a little nap, while his wife kept an eye on Abar who was splashing about in the shallow waters, chasing after minnows.