Merry and Pippin climbed on to the bed and curled up in the soft grass and fern. It was fresh, and the sweet-scented, and warm. The lights died down, and the glow of trees faded; but outside under the arch they could see old Treebeard standing, motionless, with his arms raised above his head. The bright stars peered out of the sky, and lit the falling water as it spilled on to his fingers and head, and dripped, dripped, in hundreds of silver drops on to his feet. Listening to the tinkling of the drops the hobbits fell asleep.

We’ll say it’s a November evening.

This passage is from Chapter 4 – Treebeard.

This passage is an example of how Tolkien sprinkles in the warmth of the Shire in moments thousands of kilometers away. I’m guessing they used the metric system in Middle-earth.

Tolkien, John Ronald Reuel. The Two Towers: Being the Second Part of The Lord of the Rings. United States, Ballantine Books, 1965. pg 81