This is a story based on Tolkien's Ents from LOTRs. This is how the Ents found their Entwives.
Where are the Flowers?
It is a long, sad story: the story of the Entwives. Their ideals were so different from the Ents. These tree people couldn't understand each other. The Entwives wanted order. They wanted to control the growing things. They would talk to the grasses, the flowers, and the flowering trees, but they chose not to listen to them. They simply ordered them to grow. Grow in the way that they instructed.
Stubborn though they were, they were beautiful creatures. The maidens had long flowing hair that seemed to be made of vines and leaves. In the spring there hair would be full of flowers. They were long and graceful and loved to dance in little clearings with the sun glistening on their skin. With cheeks rosy and red, they would sing songs fairer than any bird that dwelled in the forest with them.
The Ents on the other hand, were tall proud creatures that loved the wild trees of the forest. They would speak to them and care for them. All day they spent their time shepherding the forest, for that was what they were: tree shepherds. Little care did they have for anything else. They loved to drink from the rivers and eat of the fruit that the trees left as gifts for them. They would love to sit and sing to the trees and watch the trees sway and dance for them. They were strong, much stronger than any man or elf. They were as tall as many of the trees that they herded. They ignored the desires of the Entwives to leave the forest and be with other growing things. They pretended not to notice when the Entwives would talk to the grasses and the flowers outside of the forest. They chose to block out the looks of joy that the wives got from whispering to the herbs that grew on the ground.
Among the fairest of the Entwives was Wandlimb the lightfooted. She was tall and fair. In the spring she had peach little flowers in her hair. With long delicate fingers she would tend to the lesser trees of the forest. She was loved by the Ents and Entwives alike. She had a strong heart and all the younger Entmaidens would follow her. She would lead them to cherry trees that grew in a clearing or show them the delicate flowers that grew just outside the forest. Many Ents longed to court her, but she only had eyes for Treebeard.
Treebeard was also a leader to the Ents and was respected very much. He too loved Wandlimb. They were married much to everyone's joy. They lived many years together in the forest with much love and happiness.
However, the Entwives were becoming restless. They would wander farther from the forest. They would spend more and more time in the fields. The Ents continued wandering though. They didn't make the wives follow.
Wandlimb was worried. She did not like separating from Treebeard. She had to convince him to speak to the other Ents. This could only be resolved with an Entmoot, a gathering of the Ents. Entmoots were only for very serious situations.
Wandlimb wandered through the forest calling for Treebeard. She found him sitting on a large stone in a little clearing.
"Treebeard." She whispered for he seemed deep in thought. "Treebeard" she said a little louder. He sat up slowly. He seemed to be awakening. Ents have been called by many creatures "slow" for they took time to do or say anything of importance. He did not answer right away. He simply looked up at her. He seemed to be drinking her in.
"Hello Fimbrethil" he finally muttered drowsily. "Have you decided to come and listen to the forest with me finally?" he looked up at her hopefully with love in his eyes. Wandlimb felt guilty. She did not care for the poems of the woods.
"I'm sorry Fangorn, I have not." She took his hand. "I wanted to speak with you about the Entwives."
"The Entwives?" he stared down at his feet. "I wonder… What is wrong with the Entwives?"
"You chose to ignore the problem then?"
"What problem do you …" he trailed off and seemed to be asleep again. Wandlimb waited. After a few minutes Treebeard lifted his head. "…do you speak of?"
"We must have an Entmoot."
"An Entmoot!"
"Yes, an Entmoot."
"It is that serious then, this problem."
"Yes, I demand that you speak with the council."
"Demand? Hm, hoom!" he seemed startled. Never has Wandlimb demanded anything of him except love. "What is this problem that you demand me to have an Entmoot?"
"The problems of the Entwives! How can you sit and pretend that nothing is wrong?" Treebeard stared at his feet again. "You know that we spend too much time apart. You Ents are not compromising. The Entmaidens are becoming restless!"
"We Ents are not compromising?"
"Yes! We Entwives want to be out of the Forest!" The trees groaned all around them. "We want order! We want to speak to the flowers and to the apple trees. We want to live together instead of wandering. We want to be in control of things!" Wandlimb stopped suddenly. She had not said so many words together and so quickly before. She felt almost out of breath.
"Yes!" Treebeard said and stood. He looked down at Wandlimb. He was much taller than her. "Yes Fimbrethil, you want control!" Wandlimb's cheeks reddened.
"Fine Fangorn! You have brought this on yourself!"
"Burarum!" Treebeard guttered.
Wandlimb turned and stormed, if you could say that an Ent stormed, out of the clearing. The Entwives would now take matters into their own hands.
And thus began the separation.