Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 125 Treebeard
Ents are intelligent creatures that look like humans and trees. Their appearance is due to the request of Yavanna, mainly to protect the trees from other creatures, especially the dwarves created by Aoli. Ent is also known as "The Shepherd of Hundred Trees".

In simple terms, we can understand that they are a kind of tree people.

But they rarely appear in the history of Central Continent, and even in the legends of the elves, these strange beings are only mentioned a few times.

The period when the Treants were active dates back to the First Era.At that time, with unimaginable courage and the guidance of fate, the human hero Beren and Lucian pried off a Silmaril from the Iron Crown on Morgoth's head.

Lucien's father, Elwe Thingol, who founded Doriath, asked the firebeard dwarves of Nogrod to set this famous gemstone in the dwarven necklace Naugrami. At that time, he was killed by greedy dwarves.

Although the necklace inlaid with the Silmarillion was taken back by the elves, in 503 of the first era, the dwarves of the city of Nogrod still dispatched an army to Doriath. The extremely tragic battle of the Thousand Grottoes Palace.

Both sides suffered many casualties in that battle, but the dwarves won in the end, and the treasures including Nauglamir were looted.Doriath was nearly destroyed.

However, when they returned to Nogrod with spoils, the dwarves were attacked by the green elves led by Beren in Sarn Aslad. Beren personally killed the king of Nogrod and took Naugramir back.

The remaining dwarves were then ambushed by a group of Ents (tree people) on the way, and it is said that no one survived.

That time was the clearest record on the Central Continent about Ents (tree people) participating in continental disputes.

By the end of the first era or the beginning of the second era.

The female tree people began to migrate to farther places, because they cared about small trees, grass and flowers, while tree people loved big trees, forests and hillsides more.The Treewoman crossed the great River Anduin, and went to the land that was to be called the Brownlands afterward.Gardens of great beauty and abundance were established there.

At that time, the present Fangorn Forest was only a small part of the original great forest to the east.There was a time when squirrels could jump from tree to tree, from what is now the Shire to the Black Manland west of Isingard.Almost Eriador was one great forest.

But sometime in the Second Age, great tracts of the forest were felled by the Númenóreans, or destroyed in the war between the Elves and Sauron.The tree woman's garden was destroyed by Sauron, and the tree woman disappeared.

Since then, there have been no more legends about Shuren in Central Continent.

And with the passage of time, even the elves' records about treants only emerged in legends, and many Silvan elves have never even seen this magical creature.

Now, Turka is going to have a talk with these ancient lives hidden deep in the forest. If it goes well, not only can a better ecology be established in the north, but Elpera will also have a group of new allies.

In fact, they didn't wait long, as if the owner of this place had known about their arrival long ago.But you know, a tree can't go faster than a four-legged spirit--that's what Treebeard said afterward.

"Hurm, Hum."

From the west came the humming that Turka and Nahar had heard, the rustling of deep-rooted and tall-stemmed oaks and elms.

A tremor came from the ground, as if something was moving rapidly.

coming.

Turka thought.

After a while, an extremely bizarre face suddenly pushed away from the lush tree canopy and appeared in front of Turka and Nahal.The face was on a huge, human-like, tree-like being, at least fourteen feet tall, very strong, with a very tall head and almost no neck.It's hard to tell whether it's wrapped in something like green and gray bark, or if it's just the outer skin.

But in any case, the two arms not far from the torso were not wrinkled, but covered with smooth brown skin.Those big feet had seven toes each.The lower half of the long face grew a bushy gray beard, almost like a twig at the base, but thinned and covered with moss at the end.

A pair of deep brown eyes with a green gleam looked at them now slowly, gravely, but penetratingly.

Ah, if you had the chance to meet a Treant, then you would understand how Turka felt at this time.

I saw that behind those eyes seemed to be a bottomless ancient well, filled with years of memories and long, gentle, and steady thoughts.But their surfaces shone with reality, like the rays of sunlight on the outer leaves of a giant tree, or the ripples of the surface of a deep lake.

It also seems that what you are looking at is not a meaningful thing, but a trace of some kind of history.It is the wind, thunder, rain and snow, the sun, the moon, the stars, the wind, the earth, all the vicissitudes of life.

Then Turka and Nahar knew at the same time that one of the oldest beings in Arda, the Ent (Treant) had arrived.

"Hurm, Hum." This creature, who could almost be regarded as one of the oldest people in Middle-earth, pushed away two tall and large oak trees and came out. "Young Turka and the elder Western Spirit, huh, please forgive me, I haven't talked to anyone in a language other than Ente in a long time."

The ancient treant said in a slow but powerful voice: "Hum. Yes, the forest knows your origins! The wind brings your news, the water reflects the changes of the earth, and the long-tongued birds pass by. The ancient and dense forest brought the legends of the outside world to the forest. Hum, Hum. When the ancient horn was sounded, the forest was awakened; when the ghost in the east was driven out of this continent, The forest is also paying attention; but I still want to ask: You have come to the treant's territory, what is the matter?"

Turka discovered that the tree people actually used a very ancient Elvish language, which was somewhat similar to Quenya, but many vocabulary and grammar were not the same.

So he also said in Quenya: "O ancient and revered tree spirit, I am Turka Arakano, and I am glad that the forest also knows the story of the outsider, but before talking, can I ask Do you want to ask the name of the ancient man? Because we came here for a major event related to the survival of tree people and the peace of the land."

The tree man lowered his head slightly, and those eyes that seemed to have witnessed the changes of the years fixed on the golden vertical pupils of the dragonborn. "The language of the Eldar, ah, yes, yes. You have the breath of the Star People in you. It is normal to speak their language... I thought we could not talk, but... Hulum, Hurm."

The ancient creature stood upright, a certain momentum unfolding in him. "Some call me Fangorn, and others Treebeard. I am the Ent, Lord of the Forest!"

Turka jumped off Nahal's generous back.

"So."

He bent slightly: "I salute you, King of the Forest, Treebeard with long beard!"

There was a smile on Treebeard's big, weird face—it was, I have to say, weird to see a tree smiling.The King of the Forest bowed his head and said, "Hurm, Hum. Sorry, this is my mantra. I mean: Welcome! Or, welcome or not, you are already here." He raised his head .

Turka immediately understood that the tree man held a neutral attitude towards their arrival and did not welcome them.

For Treebeard had heard what they said before the forest, and knew that what the Silver King would bring would be war and death.

Yes, treants die, just as trees rot.

And the tree people have never been interested in the disputes on the mainland.Because it reminds them of those lost forests, and the treewomen.

"Creation of Yavanna, maybe you should listen to the words of the favored one before deciding whether to welcome us." Nahal said.

"Great Nahar." Treebeard looked at him, seeming to be thinking, and seemed to be humming: "The tree man misses the heroic figure of Orome and his knights running on the land, when the land was even dark .Ah, Hum. At that time, the forest was still so magnificent, with towering trees everywhere. Ent lived in that era, carefree."

He said.

"But what happened after that was so unfortunate. The enemy burned the forest with fire and polluted the land with poison. The number of tree people has been greatly reduced. Hum." Treebeard became angry and unhappy with the naked eye. The long beard-like branches under the mouth kept shaking: "I don't really care about the tree people, but about the forest! Humans and Orcs wantonly cut down the forest and discarded the trees, just like greedy bad embryos."

"So, we don't want to get involved in your disputes, no matter what Turka Arakano says! We don't care!"

As if in response to Treebeard's anger, the entire Fangorn Forest issued a buzzing and trembling sound similar to "Hurm, Hum", startling countless birds.

But the wrath of the Ents was ineffective against Turka and Nahal, and the roaring forest could not frighten these two great men.Turka said calmly: "But no one can be neutral in this war that has been going on for so long that I don't know when it will start!"

He looked around, his twinkling golden pupils were extremely majestic and stared at all the ancient beings in the forest secretly observing the situation here, and said loudly: "It's either this side or that side! for!"

"The right to survive is earned by oneself! In the coming final battle, each race must fight for the future of its own race, and the race that chooses to escape will be abandoned by the new era! The price of letting go is: whether it is the light If you win, the darkness will win, there will be no place for Ents (tree people) to hide in this land!"

　Thanks to Qiao Mu Kexiu, devilarol, wind with water, book friend 170112195037740, Fuyun Qiuhua, brand new name, saving Youdian, love like pure sun, knight chasing the wind, cold de smile, Yamaguchi Langlang, Tism Mather , Li Chu, it is said that Yuan Lao fights, weeping Xiao Ming, the man who bears the mistakes of this world, the arrogant marshal, call me Xu Hou, a staff member of the Imperial Military Affairs Department, a sheme ghost, a monthly ticket for Yan Lixiu.

　　
　
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