in ancient times, the furtive streams that laced through the shire were not only the lifelines of our kin but also a source of countless dialogues and tales amongst the folk. to negate the peril of ever finding these precious veins of life run dry, the hobbits, in their wisdom, initiated again the ancient practice of water gathering at the break of dawn. this routine, almost as former as the hills themselves, ensured that not a soul went thirsty and that the whispers of the water continued to weave through our days, as furtive and vital as the air we breathe.