Disclaimer: Tolkien’s world – Kortirion’s playground.
Still... dark... no moon shone here, no stars to guide, no way-marks showed the path; everywhere looked the same. He rested, closed his eyes and tried to extend his senses; sight alone would not win through.
Breathe deep, concentrate... the salt-sour musk of men came first, and the cold-sweet smell of their leathers. Behind was the fast-water green smell of woodland, faintly spiced with sandalwood and white flowers; nearby - the sharp smell of flint and steel, against the comfortable, fusty earthiness of warm fur, and... apple? Oh yes, there would be apple!
“That way!” Gandalf announced, “that path smells sweeter.”