[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]

It has been long, very long indeed, since I have been this far from my forest. I am not pleased at this separation.

Even so, there is no sense being hasty about it. Decisions must be made with a clear head.

[doublethefun]

[a shuffling of wings. This is slightly irksome.]

Thou art in the forest, yes? May I come meet thee?

[might be easier to go and see what Ents are than asking for a description]

[treeshepherd]

I am. Hooom, I will meet you if you wish.

[doublethefun]

I will see thee shortly.

[and off she goes, winging away towards the forest. It might take her a couple of passes, but she'll eventually find the Ent - i.e. something that's not human.

She lands on a nearby branch, peering at him curiously.] Thou art the Ent?

[treeshepherd]

I am.

[doublethefun]

Dost thou have a name?

[treeshepherd]

You may call me Treebeard.