Ancient Wisdom
"This forest is old. Very old. Full of memories...and anger The trees are talking to each other."
The minute I step into the Forest I realize that this is forest like none other that I have been in before. The others feel it too, though not as acutely as I. Aragorn feels it, feels their anger and fears it when he realizes that it is directed at us, namely Gimli. A the tone in his command Gimli too, feels a hint of their anger. As I follow the others I find myself tuning them out in favor of learning all that I can from these most ancient beings.
Rarely have I had such a chance to learn and to understand such ancient wisdom that the trees let flow between each other. Such wisdom is a beauty, a masterpiece of its own. Music with notes that are not known to anyone but each other, a painting without any colors or canvass. Their anger is merely a shadow to cover what their true thoughts and to scare away unwanted others. To be allowed to understand glimpse of the infinite wealth of knowledge that they knew and shared so freely with each other.
I could stay in these woods for a lifetime and yet barely begin to understand all that they are willing to share. I know that I must return, even for just awhile and remember and share with them if they will allow for me to join them in their complexity. With a sigh I return my thoughts to the task at hand but vow to return again.