I was still curled up in my cloak from last night. I opened my eyes-it was still dark out. The cold hour before dawn was passing. The first gray light of the day was in my room, and cold air was coming through the open window. I was too restless to go back to sleep. I felt lonely; I sat up and wondered what time it was. I smoothed out the dark green tunic I was wearing. The cloak smelled musty, and was still damp from the rain last night, I took it off. An intricate golden design could be seen along the collar of my tunic, which was also on my leaf shaped sleeves. I took a small brush from my belongings, and brushed my matted hair. I braided the two front sections of hair, pulling them to the back of my head. My pointed ears poked through my dark brown hair, and I walked across the room to get my boots which I had left by the small fire. I slipped into them; they were the only dried out clothing I was wearing. I packed my things into the small bag I had brought with me; I placed my quiver and bow over my shoulder and headed downstairs. I slipped into the corner of the room, unnoticed. I sat down and searched through my bag for something. I pulled out an old worn map of middle-earth. I searched for Bree on it, then looking to see how far it was to Rivendell. It looked like a six-day journey. My stomach churned, I hadn't eaten since mid-day yesterday. I paid the last of my money to Barliman for my stay. I fingered my arrows. My bow needed restringing. I got up and left out of the inn. I walked out the same gate I had entered last night. At last I had left the village behind. I walked on the road for a long while, until I pulled out my map again. I found a short cut, and headed through the woods. The air was thicker in the woods I could smell it. The trees grew high. The leaves rustled there was no sound but the wind. My boots were still muddy, and my tunic was reasonably dirty, the deep green it once was, turned into a brownish green. I didn't really mind though; at that point the only thing on my mind was eating something. My stomach was churning, I felt like my insides were eating itself. I had gone a little more than a mile into the forest when I came upon a stream flowing down swiftly from the tree-clothed slopes that climbed back westwards towards the mountains. The waters bubbled as I stooped down. It ran clear and cold. The trees swayed in the wind. I drew up water into my cupped hands, and it refreshed me, but I was still hungry. I sat down to rest, and leaned up against a tree. Silence fell on the woodland, and I fell fast asleep. I don't know what time it was when I woke up. I thought about using my bow and arrows for a bit of practice before I tried using them to eat anything. It would do no good if I couldn't shoot it correctly. I slowly dragged my restless body upwards and lifted my arrows out to my bow and drew them back. I searched looking for something to shoot. There was nothing. The forest lay as quiet as it had been when I had fallen into sleep. It was then that I realized the trees appeared to be different. Not in color, nor in size, but there positions had moved. I tilted my head and looked down into and past my bow and arrow. My arrow glided from my bow and out into the air towards a tree. The arrow had hit the tree dead center. I pulled my arrow out and turned to walk away, and was suddenly lifted from the ground.

"I thought an elf would like the forest," said a strange voice. I was frightened; countless thoughts were racing through my mind.

"Turn around and let me have a look at your face, I almost feel I dislike you, but lets not be hasty." Whatever it was, it set me down. Terrified, I slowly turned around. I was looking at a tree. For a moment I was perplexed, but I was looking at a most extraordinary face. The tree was very sturdy, and stood at least fourteen feet high. These deep eyes were studying me, slow and solemn, but very penetrating. They were a deep brown, much like my own. The arms of the tree hung not far from the trunk. The tree's feet had seven toes each. I looked up into the deep brown eyes of the tree, and was curious and also fearful of it. "What are you?" "And who are you?"

'Hrum Hoom' "I am an Ent, or that is what they call me. Yes, Ent is the word." Answered the voice.

"An Ent? What is that? What do you call yourself?" I asked.

'Hrum now' "Not so hasty." said the tree. 'Hrum, now' "Friends call me Lostvine.." The tree suddenly closed its big eyes and seemed to be asleep. Feeling quite uncomfortable I stood there not knowing what to do. My thoughts turned to Rivendell as I looked up at the fast asleep tree.

"Lostvine?" I hesitantly asked. He seemed to jump out of his sleepiness as he replied.

"Hoom.What did you say?" Smiling at him amusingly I inquired again a different question.

"Do you know the way to Imladris?"

Thinking for a moment he suddenly replied to me,"I know the way to Rivendell, and I would be my honor to bring you there myself."

A knob-knuckled hand reached out towards me, and one of the long fingers of the Ent extended towards me. Lostvine took huge strides as I climbed near the top of him. It was still a long ways to Imladris and out of boredom I fell asleep in one of the highest boughs of the tree. We soon passed out of the forest.