I am feral for Gondor slice-of-life and this delivered in spades. The Quenya-flavored marginalia in Míriel's palimpsests and the river-songs drifting over Anduin at dusk had me swooning. Give me Acts II–V yesterday, with more Calion being grumpy-brave and more masked weirdos to unmask!
A Lost Chronicle of the Fourth Age
From the vaults of Minas Tirith comes a work long believed lost — a manuscript that reveals a new chapter in the history of Middle-earth. Set in the twilight years of King Eldarion, heir of Aragorn, it is a tale of quiet disquiet, of whispered oaths and forgotten fears, told not through the eyes of great captains, but through the life of an ordinary man whose path crosses with the deep currents of fate.
Here, in streets and gardens far from the battlefields of old, a subtle shadow begins to creep once more into the hearts of Men. A clandestine fellowship, known only as The Followers of the Shadow, stirs unrest beneath Gondor’s proud banners. Against this backdrop, the narrative blends the grandeur of history with the intimacy of daily life, drawing readers into a Middle-earth both familiar and strange.
Evocative, restrained, and steeped in the cadence of Tolkien’s world, this recovered volume stands as both a bridge to the great epics and a testament to the unquiet that lingers in peace. A book for all who have wondered what comes after the last page of The Lord of the Rings.