[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

[noblefive]

[Yes, that tree.

Jorge quickly jumps to his feet]

...Sorry.

[treeshepherd]

Hroom, you are not the first to mistake me for a tree.

[noblefive]

Sorry, [Jorge apologises again] It's an easy mistake to make, I'm sure.

[He examines the ent.]

Never seen a creature like you, I will admit.

[treeshepherd]

I am an Ent.

[noblefive]

Ent? Sounds familliar.

[treeshepherd]

We are often mentioned in the old stories.

[noblefive]

I'm wondering how old.