[Dictated]

[treeshepherd]

  [There is a sound halfway between the creak of ancient wood and a sigh.]

Hrooom.

The trees are young, here.  They sing to me, but they do not know much of this world.  Hoom, they remind me of groves I knew long ago.  Ah, the willows of Tasarinan in the Spring.  They were lovely when I walked among them.

Hm, but this is no time for an old Ent's memories.  Come.  Tell me what news you have of this world.

Comments

[treeshepherd]

Very hasty, very hasty. You can't just go about telling anyone your name, you know. You never know who might be listening. Not your true name at any rate.

For one thing it would take a very, very long time. In my language real names tell you their story. And I am very, very old. And so my name takes a very, very long time to say.

For now you may call me Treebeard.

[waterproofed]

Oh, I think I get it. That's sorta the rule in my world, too.

It's nice to meet you, Treebeard! You can call me Percy.

[treeshepherd]

Percy. [He muses over the name.] A very quick name. Rolls off the tongue.

[waterproofed]

My full name's a bit longer but I don't like giving it out much.

[treeshepherd]

Very wise of you.