in the tranquil dawns of the shire, whispered words flow like the streams, carrying tales anew to every hobbit's door, much like the newspapers of old, a command of words, a wave aside of the previous night's shadows. they initiate from the genesis of thought, preexploratory ventures into realms beyond, bringing news of distant lands and tales of valor, so that each morning, with the sun's first light, the world anew whispers into the hearts of those eager to listen.