I'm back! I finished reposting the original story, so poke your eyes at it. Here's a chapter!
Deep in Fangorn, Merry and Pippin still rode high in the branches of Treebeard. Both hobbits had been disturbed by the army from Isengard, though each showed it differently.
"We ents have not troubled about the wars of men and wizards for a very long time," Tree bead said. He had walked into a sunny clearing, and stood at its center. "But now, something is about to happen that has not happened for an age: Entmoot." He raised a mossy arm and gestured around the clearing.
"What's that?" Merry asked.
"'Tis a gathering," Treebeard replied.
"A gathering of what?" Merry asked, looking around the now rustling clearing. His question was answered for him as the trees of the clearing's border came to life. They formed a ragged ring around Treebeard and his passengers, all different and all strange.
"Beech," Treebeard greeted them. "Oak. Chestnut. Ash. Good. Good, good. Many have come." Merry and Pippin gaped around the circle, eyes wide and mouths hanging open. The ents watched them with the same curiosity. "Now we must decide if the ents will go to war," Treebeard told the hobbits. Merry grinned, imagining what an ent would to to an axe-wielding orc.
That...was a small chapter. Sorry.