Hello everyone. I know it's been awhile. I'm sorry. I've had comp. Prob.
Treebeard walked towards where the Entwives' gardens used to be. He missed his Entwife. Even after all these years and through all his grief, he felt he had made the right decision.
"The only thing I regret is not being able to see my Wandlimb. How beautiful her garden would be in this warm air." Treebeard muttered to himself. He continued to walk towards the abandoned gardens. Suddenly he came upon the little stream where the gardens once where. The gardens that once grew so grand, where now just a tangled unkempt jumble of mixed flowers and shrubs. No matter how hard Treebeard tried to speak to the little plants, they would refuse to answer. His thoughts drifted back to the past.
After the darkness came the Ents had become even more separated from the Entwives. Through all of the shadow and war he had stayed hidden in his forest. When it was all over and spring had come he walked out to these little gardens, but there was no one there. He had gone to see Wandlimb when she was in her most beautiful time of the year. In spring the Entwives would grow flowers in their hair. It was part of the mating season.
"Where are all the Entwives? Hmph… where are they? Where have all the flowers gone. Why is my Fimbrethil not here?" He feared the worst. He feared that the war and darkness had taken their lives. He began to cry. He felt that this was all of his fault. After all, it was his discision to leave them all alone in their gardens.
Treebeard slumped to the ground. His eyes closed and he was unaware of space and time. Finally he arose. He was unsure of how long he had been laying there but he felt very stiff. When he looked up there stood a tree he had never seen before. What species it was he could not tell. The tree was shinning with a glow that came from within it. Treebeard reached a hand out to touch the tree. His hand stopped before his fingers came in contact with the bark of the tree. It was like his hand was not his own. "Who are you?" whispered Treebeard. To Treebeard's astonishment, the tree spoke.
"The Entwives are not here…"
Treebeard could not speak. What kind of tree was this? The voice was not feminine nor was it masculine. It was as if the tree had several voices all speaking together in harmony.
"The Entwives are not dead either." Treebeard felt relief swell through his body. "They have left the Forest altogether. They left when darkness came. They are in fields far away… in a place filled with man. You will not see them again for a great while." Treebeard's relief again became sorrow. "You must learn to fully appreciate them just as much as they must learn to fully appreciate the Ents. You will be separated for along while still." Treebeard covered his face in his hands and sat down on the ground once again. He knew that the tree spoke the truth. He looked up again to ask the tree where they were. He gasped. The tree was… gone.
I hope you enjoyed. More on the entwives' side of the story next time.