[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

[heloise]

Then, to listen to the trees sing I must stay in the forest for days.

[treeshepherd]

Weeks and months, simply listening.

[heloise]

I shall never have enough time to hear them.

[treeshepherd]

Humans never have. Now the Elves began it, you realize. Going out into the forests and waking the trees up. They always wanted to talk to everything, the old Elves did.

But it has been long since any have entered my forest to speak with the trees.