Guarded by the Mountain

Back to the north, back to the beautiful lands of the Isle of Skye — and to one of its most enchanting corners: the Fairy Pools.
A place that feels as though carved out of myth, where water tumbles over ancient rock and the air carries whispers of forgotten tales.

All around me, the River Brittle danced through countless cascades, carving its way through time, rounding stone after stone as if smoothed by the passing of ages. Above it all, the brooding silhouette of Bidean Druim nan Ramh watched in silence — dark, imposing, and still, like a mountain torn from the Misty Mountains themselves.

There's magic here. A quiet one. The kind you’d expect to find in Middle-earth — hidden deep within the wilds of the north, where the echoes of ancient stories still linger in every ripple, every rock, every breeze.