Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-26535281-20150901225907/@comment-25597877-20150907194834

The Eldest Ent gazes off, lost in thought for a while then looks at Idril slowly "Hrum I mean to appologize, ever since that great fight against the white wizard's army we have all grown restful, even old treebeard himself has started to become tree-ish. Oh and before I forget the common tounge is fine with us, we have practiced as a means to keep us busy, I see you are Yavanna's chosen and that you mean us no harm but aside from that I can see you are in a great hurry, why is that? We havn't seen anyone speak so fast since the last time the halflings spoke to us hrum. The birds spoke to us about you, and ever since then I was hopeful to meet you, I might dare say I wanted to meet you soon hrum. When Iheard word of Yavanna's chosen I knew you would take part in a prophesy spoken long ago 'Yavanna's shosen shall renunite the shepards and their wives' All this time I thought we Ents were the chosen but now I see it was you... we searched far and wide from the cold north to the shores of the west to the shores of the east, but we never went south of Mordor, South is where where the entwives must be, south is where you go hrum hrum. After you find the wives then I will bit my allegence to you, the mages of Yavanna"