I never really liked the ents, but when I re-read LOTR: FOTR, I saw a conversation between Sam and Ted Sandyman about walking trees. Considering that the Ents must have stayed in Fangorn, and that the Entwives must be in the Shire, Tolkien wanted us to make a fanfic about it. Well, that's my tought of it anyway. BTW, I don't own LOTR.
Frodo Gamgee banged his head against a tree, and knew to the full extent how lost he really was. "You're a fool Frodo Gamgee. Pa would not have approved of this, me getting lost and all. Now you're smack in the middle of nowhere, with naught but the birds to keep you company."
At eighteen, Frodo was still considered a child, but he was old enough to look after himself, by his reckoning; but he did not like his position at the moment. He tried taking a shortcut, over some fields but found himself in the middle of a dark forest. After finding nothing, he turned back, but it seemed that he was going in circles. Buckland couldn't be too far away, he thought. Soon he came to a small creek, and he bathed his tired feet.
The noon sun was hot and he found himself dozing under the shade of a big willow tree. After a while, he heard a creaking and slow melodious voice.
"Hoom, young hobbit sir," she said. It was definitely a woman's voice, but ancient and slow, "Don't go and sleep under this tree, hoom, because it is Old Man Willow, and he does not take visitors too kindly."
Frodo looked up and yelped in terror. A tree was talking to him! She was very tall and seemed to be an oak tree. She was also extremely old, with dark brown eyes. He jumped across the river, but was picked up by the tree-woman. He yelled for help, hoping that any hobbit could save him from some untimely death.
"Why the haste, master Hobbit? And why the all the noise? Hoom, I have watched you since you have arrived in the forest. I think that you are either lost or stupid to come this far into the woods."
"Let me go!" Frodo struggled, but blanched when he saw how far off the ground he was. Still the Ent-wife went on, striding further than Frodo could have hoped for one day.
"Patience is a virtue. Don't be hasty, we'll get there in time."
"Get where? Where are you taking me?" he yelled, his hope diminishing with his strength.
"To the master of the woods." She replied, her boughs creaking with each step. He had heard about Ents from Meriadoc and Peregrin and about their adventures with them. But Frodo did not want to go any further with this being, wether they were benevolent or not, hobbit-sense proved that the appearance of talking trees were perhaps the third or fourth sign of madness. He sighed, watching the sun beginning to come down from its zenith.
TBC