Ring on the Mantle
Mood: A mysterious old relic has been kept hidden for many a year. Now it lies beckoning on the mantle above the fireplace, I feel a strange draw to it lately...
Smells Like: Cedarwood, patchouli, vanilla-sweetened amber, and dark secrets.
In the heart of the shire, long sunny days are filled with folk working in their quaint gardens, sharing sweet cakes over afternoon tea and party celebrations running deep into the night. The soft blossoms falling from cherry trees and the gentle hum of honey bees is interrupted only by nosy neighbors peering out from round doors and the intrusion of unexpected guests.
Lost to the ages for many a year, a powerful object of great evil works its way into the hands of he who would eventually lose it deep in the mountains.
Now it rests in the most unlikely place, placed into a small paper envelope atop a fireplace in a cozy, quaint home where it bides its time until it can return to its one true master.