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Originally Posted by turgon
...on a windy autumn night as the tree branches slowly dance against the star struck heavens. And the blanket only a woodstove fire can make wraps about me. A wood pipe on the mantelpiece, hard cheese,crisp apples and finally an oil lamp throwing impish shadows about the walls.
Any road thru the woods.
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Yes... they call, don't they?
Using a walking-stick.
Rocky outcroppings in the woods.
Falling leaves.
The next turn in the path.
Trails that go uphill. Or downhill. Any trail through the woods at all... from a deer-trail to an old logging trail... (looking for hints of Numenorean roadbuilding, just for fun.)
Stone walls in the middle of nowhere.
Old foundations in the middle of nowhere (My, how those Numenoreans got around!)
Lilacs or Forsythia or Lily of the Valley in the middle of nowhere.