Living Trees – Interview with an Ent

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“Good morning Mr. Treebeard,” PM whispers as she softly taps her knuckles against the wooden trunk of the massive Tree-Spirit.  A gurgling sound, like snoring, is emitted from deep within the organic core of the creature.  PM retreats cautiously to rest upon a mossy log.  The gurgling sound becomes muffled, then stops.  The bemused Mermaid giggles to herself quiety.

Treebeard opens his eyes and yawns a wide, languorous yawn, “Ah……..[click, clacking of wooden lips]……!  What have we here?” Treebeard ponders sleepily, as he rubs and clears his eyes of ‘sleepy morning sap’.  “Who wakes me at this hour?” he queries, as his amber coloured eyes slowly focus upon the waiting Mermaid.  He bends his trunk forward to get a better look at his strange visitor.  PM’s eyes widen as Treebeard’s minty-breath is felt upon her cheek.

“My name is Poseidon’s Muse, Mr. Treebeard,” PM offers cheerily, “and I have been ordered by his Oceanic Highness to interview you for his tabloid – ‘Ramblings from the Mermaid Tavern!'” she continues emphatically, “and since we are discussing the nature of Tree Spirits in our next installment, we thought it fitting that we should interview you, the Ents most Highest Representative, for the piece.”  PM looks expectantly up at the Tree, she cannot help but stare in awe at his organic form.  “If you would like, I could come back at another time.” she adds thoughtfully.

Treebeard gazes pensively and longingly.  After a couple of minutes, he gives himself a little shake and settles his hands upon his lap.  A mockingbird lands on his left shoulder and begins to peck at his ear.  Treebeard sighs and closes his eyes.  The Ents are famous for making long, arduous decisions about most of life’s daily tasks, and the question of an interview needs to be considered very carefully.  With a sigh and a wrinkled brow, Treebeard opens his eyes.  “Well, Poseidon’s Muse, as long as my clan is represented fairly, I see no reason why I should not agree to an interview,” he muses, “as long as we keep it short, because I have many trees to shepherd this morning,” and continues, “apparently, an Orc was seen meandering through the Linden Forest last evening.”

“Oh, certainly Mr. Treebeard,” PM chimes as she removes a small handheld computer from her sea-shell satchel.  She had thought twice about packing a pen and pad of paper this morning, out of respect for Treebeard.  “Thank you so very much for agreeing to this interview, I shall not keep you very long.”  Treebeard begins to hum an Ent harmony and contentedly picks at his mossy beard with twiggy fingers.  “The first question that I would like to ask you, involves the nature of your birthplace.”

“Well Muse, I was born at the edge of the Eriador Forest,” Treebeard responds slowly, “in a small stand of oak trees, near a meandering brook.”  His voice sounds quite melodic.  It has a humming quality to it, and the Mermaid swears that she can sense the “Om” harmonic vibrating through her eardrum.  His eyes fix on the Mermaid with a deep and penetrating gaze as he continues, “the forest has been harvested by Dunedain men-folk for the purpose of building ships, thus our people have long since moved on from this area to the land of Fangorn, for they no longer had any trees to shepherd.” 

“I see, Mr. Treebeard.” the Mermaid states as she taps away at her computer.  She is thankful that the Ents abandoned their native Entish language, because it was reknowned for being rather difficult and laborious to understand and learn.  “Now I must ask you another question.”  PM ponders as she gazes up at the Ent.  “What was life like for a young Ent, growing up in the Fangorn Forest?” 

Treebeard breaks her gaze and stares longingly into the dense thicket of surrounding wood.  Tiny droplets of sap begin to form in the corner of his eyes as he recalls memories from his youth.  His mind begins to fill with images of his tree-shepherding training, his first defense of the Linden Wood, and, of course, his first romance with the young and beautiful Ent-woman, Zea.  “Life in the Fangorn Forest provided a very enchanted realm for a developing youth,” Treebeard answers wistfully.  He raises a finger-like tendril to the corner of each eye and looks over to the Mermaid.  “But now, as I age, I feel as though these memories are slipping away and disappearing, like clouds of morning mist.”

Sensing that her question had triggered some painful memories, the Mermaid looks down and shuffles her legs slightly.  The moss feels cool beneath her sandalled feet.  Cool, like the sappy tears that befell her Tree-Friends cheeks.  She feels tempted to move towards the tree, to apologise, and reassure him, but she is paralyzed with twinges of guilt.  Finally, Treebeard’s gentle voice breaks the silence, and PM looks up, startled.  “It is wise to recall the tenderness of one’s youth, Muse,” soothes Treebeard, “we should all be lucky enough to have the gift of memory, so that we can reconnect, full-circle with that lost sense of child-like wonder.”

Standing to her feet, the Mermaid glides towards the wise Tree-Spirit.  Placing a hand upon his calloused bark, she whispers, “Thank you so much for this interview Mr. Treebeard,” continuing, “you are such a wise and enlightened Soul and I am privileged that you were able to share part of your story with me.”  Their eyes meet in a pensive gaze.  For the briefest of instants, the Mermaid chokes back even more pressing questions, “Did you ever marry Zea?”, “What were some of your thoughts at the Entmoot, before your battle with Saruman?”, “What have you been doing since the battle?” 

But, instead, the Mermaid just smiled a knowing and thankful smile.  She had felt the heart of the Ent-clan with Treebeard’s own personal sentiment (for the Ent are such a courageous and sentient race).  She understood his Ancient heart and accepted his inner Tree-Spirit as the most important aspect of his Existence.  The battles, the romances, the memories were all part of this wizened spirit, but now, she merely considered them as pieces of the very puzzle, the very enigma that stood before her.  He had given her valuable insight in only a few words.  He had shared his Ent, Tree-Spirit insight.  With this insight, he had penetrated into the heart of her very own Nature, and that was most precious indeed.

“Before you leave, Muse, just one more thing,” Treebeard notes as he leans towards her, extending a branched arm and tendril-like fingers out to her, “I want you to have this.”  He places a quarter-sized piece of red amber in her hand.  It glimmers and shines with the same bright intensity as the Tree-Spirit’s eyes.  “This small amber amulet will protect your energy and guard you from ill-harm on your journey.”  he nods his head and blinks his eyes thoughtfully.  “Wear the crystal next to your heart and call upon me if you ever require the Wisdom of the Trees.”  PM closes her fingers around the crystal and presses it over her heart. 

“Most certainly!” the Mermaid exclaims, “And thank you so much, once again, Dear Mr. Treebeard!” 

[And with that, Dear Reader, PM retrieves her sea-shell satchel, turns to wave once again at her newly found friend, and trots off in search of that mossy forest path that will lead her back to the Mermaid Tavern.]

The “Interview” might have ended, but the Journey continues… 

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8 responses to “Living Trees – Interview with an Ent

  1. You are becoming quite a wonderful story teller and weaver, my Muse! The thoughtful way Tolkein wrote about the Ents gave me, as a reader, a sense of the same awe you have captured so well here. Beautiful job sweetie.

    Aw shucks OB…[tracing my foot in the sand…]. Coming from you, that certainly means alot. You are quite the writer yourself, you know. Seriously! 😉 I love the realm of fantasy writing…with it, my mind can flourish, wander, weave and paint many vivid pictures and feelings. So glad you enjoyed this piece hun…xoxo

  2. Woooo Whoooo!!! I love this sooo much. Muse, are you familiar with Brian Froud’s Fairy Oracle cards??? There is one called The Oakmen. They are the WiseOnes!! If not, let me know and I’ll send you a picture of them!

    have you done any cleansing with a tree??? The Native Americans have a practice which I have used. First, you find a nice tree and ask it’s permission 🙂 Then, you lay on it…under it…like on it’s roots??? You ask for it to cleanse your energy – like an exchange. They will send any negative energy down through their roots back into the ground and replace it with pure positive life force. The first time I tried it, I was literally overwhelmed with feelings.

    Pretty please Grace!? Could you please send me a a picture of The Oakmen? Or, maybe you could post it on your site and I could link to it…You can try and send it to poseidonsmuse@yahoo.ca (you can reach me there, if you’d like). I have never tried cleansing with a tree. Sounds rather fascinating and purifying. This might sound corny…but occasionally, I’ll hug a tree…kinda gives me the same feeling that you described. Ah! To never lose that child-like sense of awe and wonder. Much love to you Grace…xoxo

  3. You stories are awakening that “child-like sense of awe and wonder” in me. Thanks!

    ..and good call on the hand held computer, the other would have been considered quite a faux pas.

    Hi V! No problem! (re: awakening your child like sense of awe and wonder…)…But, and this is a big “but” – something tells me that you are very young at heart my Goddess friend. Your sense of “discovery” and “wonder” in all of your treasured antiques and priceless items is proof of this! You have a youthfulness and harmony that is so evident in your writing…

    About the PDA – yes…glad you picked up on that. Not sure if Treebeard wanted to see his story being written on the “skin” of a beloved! Lol! Poor Treebeard…

    Love ya V…Thanks for stopping by…I’ll get to your site soon (promise…) – I’ve just been so busy…

    xoxo

  4. I’m envious, PM. If there’s one area of storytelling I’m no good at, it’s fantasy. No matter how hard I try, I’m never satisfied with the result. Maybe this piece will inspire me to branch out, as it were.

    [blushing]. Thanks Anthony. That is high praise. I have much respect for your very sensical and earthy style of writing. You make me think, ponder and muse about so many topics when I peruse your site. You are quite the talented writer yourself and your style is completely your own. I guess my head has always been in the clouds…or at least I take my mind/heart to lofty places when I can escape from my rigid world of scientific modernisms, thus fantasy writing comes easily for me (at least, I think it does!). Creating a fantasy landscape is as simple as imagining it…and painting it with words…

  5. Good morning! 🙂 I sent you an email last night… please let me know that you got it. I think you’ll enjoy the color of his eyes, in relation to your post 😉

    Girl, I’m an Official Tree Hugger myself! LOLOL I have some cool photos that I took of the tree in my local park. Maybe I’ll have a chance to post some soon – funny how whimsical, wise and wonder-filled they are!

    xooxxoxox

    Hi Gorgeous! I received your email…and the image of the card (and it’s meaning)…and all I have to say is “Thank You” for your thoughtfulness. The image is decadent…and the message of the card is so poignant and appropriate. I have requested the honour of being able to post the image and the meaning of the card at the ‘Tavern…I’m sure that everyone else would enjoy seeing this mystical card!

    I would love to see your photos of trees. Perhaps, we could share our photos of trees together on our blogs…would be fun!

    xoxo

  6. Very nice PM, thank you so much for sharing this with us. I’m an ent-lover from wayback as I imagine many of us are. Must be scary interviewing them.

    I am not much of a writer although I’ve learned alot about the subject via many sources and I wonder if you’ve done any reading “about writing” sorts of things or if you just wing it? I’m always interested in the process of writing and when I say that I mean any form of writing as well – although I guess I wouldn’t include technical books as ones that would interest me in how they were written.

    I am thinking that instead of being a writer I might be a good editor – or – maybe I’m just too bold and harsh to do that.

    I came to say hello, I miss you and was wonderfully surprised by this latest post.

    Thank you dear heart. You are appreciated and loved.

    Peace and tree hugging.

    ~ RS ~

    Hellooooo Ruby! Ents are great, aren’t they?! I’m not surprised that you are an Ent lover too. I adored the beasties, the first moment I laid eyes on ’em. Oh…and Treebeard…he was a Doll to interview…Wasn’t scared for a minute, was I….[but his snoring did resemble the grumbling of a werewolf!]. Just kidding. I had fun with the story…and Ents are quite inspiring, to say the least!

    As far as writing goes…it is quite an art, isn’t it? “I” surprised you with “this” piece? Hmm…Ruby…You really had me going with some of your work lately. Some of the words that flow from your mind through your fingertips tell me/us, that you have the heart of a poet! Still…I do agree that writing takes work and some talent and confidence. It can be…as you say…a process…

    With respects to my personal interest in writing…I guess I am self-taught mostly. I read voraciously as a youngster and swallowed up most of what my highschool teachers could instill into my hungry literary mind when I was in school…I went on to take a few technical writing courses (sciences) in Uni, but that’s about it for any formal sense of training. Every piece, every poem, every line is an opportunity to express…explore… Fearlessly.

    So…Most of what you read here is straight from my overactive mind…a mind that can be inspired rather easily…I write a tremendous amount too…poetry and short stories mostly. Some of the pieces are gems, and some are hunks of coal. But all in all, I have a lust for writing…I will never stop. I enjoy creating with words…fashioning landscapes, moods, feelings, characters… The aim of my writing is not to posture or impress – the aim of my writing is to inspire…

    You are not too harsh or too bold (for anything)…don’t be silly! [don’t make me come over there and tickle you Missy!].

    I miss you too Ruby. I am going to get to visiting this weekend when I have some more time.

    Love you Roobs…xoxo

  7. wow! that was quite the little read i must say…
    wonderful…just wonderful
    you have no idea what i’d do to be able to write like this…

    Allo Anonymummy! Thanks Doll! Perhaps I should seriously think about writing that bloody book that I’ve always wanted to write.

    “I’ll have an order of Time and a side of Years please!” PM chimes to the wait-clerk at the office of the Book Writers Guild.

    “An order of Grime and a side of Ears?” retorts the clerk.

    “Pfffffffffft. Yeah, something like that,” replies PM, “Crap. Aw heck. I’ll just have to burn the midnight oil…!”

    Thanks Love…xoxo

  8. seriously consider? you think?? could be an idea…nothing to lose….

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