Treebeard lead Rómenna along a deserted path, forgone by the creatures of
the forest. It was thick with vines, and Ró found it hard to keep up. At
the end of the path lay the river. "Manke naa lye? (where are we?)"
Whispered Ró. This place made her feel unsafe, and she began to take in her
surroundings fully when.
Ró's scream echoed through the forest, unsettling the dark creatures that rested in the depths of the shadow. The birds flew from their trees and the trees swayed in dismay. "Mani, mani? (what, what?)" Treebeard shouted, and picked Ró off the ground. She was shaking, scared out of her mind. Treebeard eyed her cautiously. "what happened?" As the common tongue slipped from his mouth, he realised this was what Ró had been avoiding. He knew that she was missing the company of elves, and it suddenly came to him that perhaps she missed talking quena too. Ró looked at Treebeard doubtfully. It was obvious that talking quena constantly was putting a strain on him. She smiled at him and said, " It's ok. I saw a dead orc in the bushes. Its body has been burnt, decapitated and possibly eaten. Its not a pretty site." She shivered slightly. Treebeard swept the bushes away to reveal the dead orc. There were scorch marks on the ground, and a burnt out campfire. "It was a hunting party. Probably Sarumans, I'd say. It's too far out of the way to be Saurons, and the sword on the ground over there doesn't look like one of Saurons either." Treebeard grimaced at his analysis of the scene. Ró looked a bit shocked, and she said, "Saruman has orcs? Many things have changed since I last came. Is Saruman not a wizard? The clan of kuruni I stayed with were certainly not aligned with the dark lord or forces, and the istar are friends of elves and men alike. What has happened?" "Alas, there is much to tell you, but for now we must get inside. You said you were hungry, did you not?" Treebeard rumbled, and with that both entered the dark cave, which Treebeard used for shelter when he needed. At the back of the cave stood large pots filled with water. The water had nourishing properties, and Ró drank deeply from the cup Treebeard offered her. Ró sat on the stone bench and Treebeard told her the many things that had passed since she left middle earth. When he was done, Ró sighed, and said " so many things have come to pass, and not all of them good. The kuruni taught me many things, but I am not so sure weather they will help me in what is to come." Treebeard sat and thought for a moment, and then finally said "Indeed. What I have told you is not all there is to tell, but I ask of you this. The kuruni taught you many things, and one of these was the way to see what is to come. I must know what is to come in order to prepare." Ró looked up. What Treebeard was asking her to do wasn't a lot, but she needed to think it through before she did. Finally she said, " I will. It may take some time, so do not interrupt." She stood up on top of the stone table and walked to the centre. She lay down and whispered a low chant. Suddenly she flopped onto her side, but Treebeard knew better than to interfere.
Ró was flying, high above the clouds, and she could see the forest and the mountains and the rivers. There were bands of orcs heading this way and that, and nazgul, and strangely enough a small fleet of elven boats sailing along the Anduin. In them were a strange band of travellers, and their fate was of great importance. The eye of Sauron was above them, yet it could not see them. She watched the scene unfold, as they left the boats and split. This was not intentional, and two halflings suddenly met a band of orcs. This, she understood, was not intentional either, and the band and them began the journey to what looked like Isengard. The band headed into Fangorn, and when it left she noticed that the halflings were not with them. In a flash the scene changed, no longer a map, but she was a tree. She watched as the halflings ascended the same stone steps she had, and met Treebeard. As she saw this the vision began to fade, and she awoke.
Ró's scream echoed through the forest, unsettling the dark creatures that rested in the depths of the shadow. The birds flew from their trees and the trees swayed in dismay. "Mani, mani? (what, what?)" Treebeard shouted, and picked Ró off the ground. She was shaking, scared out of her mind. Treebeard eyed her cautiously. "what happened?" As the common tongue slipped from his mouth, he realised this was what Ró had been avoiding. He knew that she was missing the company of elves, and it suddenly came to him that perhaps she missed talking quena too. Ró looked at Treebeard doubtfully. It was obvious that talking quena constantly was putting a strain on him. She smiled at him and said, " It's ok. I saw a dead orc in the bushes. Its body has been burnt, decapitated and possibly eaten. Its not a pretty site." She shivered slightly. Treebeard swept the bushes away to reveal the dead orc. There were scorch marks on the ground, and a burnt out campfire. "It was a hunting party. Probably Sarumans, I'd say. It's too far out of the way to be Saurons, and the sword on the ground over there doesn't look like one of Saurons either." Treebeard grimaced at his analysis of the scene. Ró looked a bit shocked, and she said, "Saruman has orcs? Many things have changed since I last came. Is Saruman not a wizard? The clan of kuruni I stayed with were certainly not aligned with the dark lord or forces, and the istar are friends of elves and men alike. What has happened?" "Alas, there is much to tell you, but for now we must get inside. You said you were hungry, did you not?" Treebeard rumbled, and with that both entered the dark cave, which Treebeard used for shelter when he needed. At the back of the cave stood large pots filled with water. The water had nourishing properties, and Ró drank deeply from the cup Treebeard offered her. Ró sat on the stone bench and Treebeard told her the many things that had passed since she left middle earth. When he was done, Ró sighed, and said " so many things have come to pass, and not all of them good. The kuruni taught me many things, but I am not so sure weather they will help me in what is to come." Treebeard sat and thought for a moment, and then finally said "Indeed. What I have told you is not all there is to tell, but I ask of you this. The kuruni taught you many things, and one of these was the way to see what is to come. I must know what is to come in order to prepare." Ró looked up. What Treebeard was asking her to do wasn't a lot, but she needed to think it through before she did. Finally she said, " I will. It may take some time, so do not interrupt." She stood up on top of the stone table and walked to the centre. She lay down and whispered a low chant. Suddenly she flopped onto her side, but Treebeard knew better than to interfere.
Ró was flying, high above the clouds, and she could see the forest and the mountains and the rivers. There were bands of orcs heading this way and that, and nazgul, and strangely enough a small fleet of elven boats sailing along the Anduin. In them were a strange band of travellers, and their fate was of great importance. The eye of Sauron was above them, yet it could not see them. She watched the scene unfold, as they left the boats and split. This was not intentional, and two halflings suddenly met a band of orcs. This, she understood, was not intentional either, and the band and them began the journey to what looked like Isengard. The band headed into Fangorn, and when it left she noticed that the halflings were not with them. In a flash the scene changed, no longer a map, but she was a tree. She watched as the halflings ascended the same stone steps she had, and met Treebeard. As she saw this the vision began to fade, and she awoke.
