[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]

You should never give anyone your true name. Never know who might be listening. But you may call me Treebeard, if you wish.

[flailingfelt]

Treeeeebearrrrd. [he mulls that over, amused] I like it. Really has a nice ring to it, yep.

... I'll be out as soon as I can figure out a way to keep my feet warm, Treebeard.

[treeshepherd]

[He chuckles in a deep rumbling voice.]

Very kind of you, very kind of you indeed.

[flailingfelt]

[and to save tagging time - eventually there is a tiny pile of blanket moving its way through the trees.

it's actually a frog with a blanket wrapped around him and shoeboxes on his feet.

when you can't wear clothes, and you're a very small amphibian, you improvise]

[treeshepherd]

[Eventually Kermit will spot something that looks for all the world like a walking tree coming towards him.]

[flailingfelt]

Whoa. [he'll tilt his head back and look up ...


... and up ...


AND UP ...]

Hi.

[treeshepherd]

Hrooom, greetings. I do not think I have ever seen something like you before. Yet you do not appear to be an orc.

[flailingfelt]

Nope! I'm a frog. ... And I've never met a talking tree before. It's nice to meet you.