[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.

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[treeshepherd]

Hoom, hom. Young Elrond, is it not? Your voice sounds familiar to me, although it has been many years since we met.

A peculiar situation indeed.

[lordofrivendell]

It is I, though it has been, many years. [Stumped on what to call him just roll with no title here for a moment lmfao.]

And it grows more peculiar as time goes on.

[treeshepherd]

I have seen more new things in recent times than in all the years of this age.