Fimbrethil listened The wind carried a
voice -- one she'd never heard before. It was soft and pleasant.
"Come away with me. I will show you better lands. Pleasant lands.
Fruitful lands. Splashes of pinks and blues will stun your eyes.
Shades of red and white will choke you with delight. Come away
"Where would you take me?" she asked.
"Beyond the Great River. The mountain spews ash. The ash nurtures
the earth. Your gardens here are as naught to those you could have
beyond the Anduin."
"Ah." She breathed a sigh.
"The land here is barren. It hardly behooves you to have your hair
turned to silver and your cheeks to brown with nothing to show for
"We have beautiful gardens here."
"Your soil is old and worn. You are old and worn. Come hither.
Come to the Anduin. Cross over the Great River and see what I can
"Oh!" She moaned at the sight the whispered speech garnered in
"Fimbrethil. Your heart craves more. Bring your friends and join
me. The trees would obey you. The grasses would grow according to
your wishes. Come away with me."
Treebeard's voice sounded so very far away. He was singing. She
smiled. "I would speak with my beloved," she told the voice in the
wind. "He searches for me."
"Tarry not long. The wind may well blow me far and you would not
find your way."
"I am here, Treebeard." She stopped and waved a brown,
smooth-skinned arm. "I have finished planting this last row of
green herbs. I must attend to the apple trees. Speak with speed,
if you may. I cannot tarry." Her heart lurched in the thick walls
of her wooden frame as she repeated the whispered voice.
"Hrum, Hoom. Now let us not be hasty, my love. I brought you some
drink. Do you not find the lack of a cool breeze stifling?" He
lifted a stone jar from his shoulder and placed it on the ground.
Pulling a ladle and two bowls from his back, he handed her one.
"One moment, my love." He ladled the drink into her bowl, then
filled his own.
She sighed and drank. He joined her.
"Ah – ah." He lifted the bowl and finished it. "Skinbark has
discovered a stand of birches. I would show them to you. Will you
come? We need not hurry."
"I have no need to see another tree. The apples flourish and I
must tend to them. Be gone."
"By root and twig, you are hasty today. Will you not take my hand
for a moment? Not too long a moment, for I feel your disquiet."
"Perhaps another day." She looked to the East.
"The wind settles in the East. Why do you look towards it?"
"Leave me be in peace. You may return to your wild woods and your
high hills. I have things to do." She turned, pulled her rooted
toes from the earth and lumbered away, not giving him a backwards
The voice intrigued her. She wanted to hear more.