Today I found a wildberry bush. It's been so long since I last ate fruit. In all my wanderings, I have eaten little and my body has grown lean and hard like the Rangers of the North. These woods have grown familiar. I have a little nest in the tallest tree that I return to at night, and the birds and beasts of the forest have accepted me. I have even conversed with the ancient Huorns. Kili, have you ever heard of them? They're shepherds of the trees. They look very much like trees, but they aren't. Treebeard is the oldest of the Huorns, or Ents as they call themselves. He's taught me how to speak to the trees.
I wish he could teach me how to speak to you.
Wish you were here,
Tauriel.
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