Bitterness. It is in the air, the water, the earth itself. Bitterness, caused by the foul Mordor-machines. Bitterness, caused by the treachery of the great wizard Saruman.

He once walked with me, talked with me. He did not grow impatient with Entish speed as humans do, as the hobbits did. His pale robes, so easily seen moving through the forest, were a welcome sight. He was kind, then, not so very long ago.

But now there is a new white wizard, and he may be kind, and beloved, but he is not as Saruman was. And now, arrows carrying fire fly to my folk, and Ents die with an unnatural speed. Trees have already been destroyed, too many of them, and now Ents follow.

And now, the water pours out and over, and the land will recover, because that is what land does, it forgets easily. Ents do not, and we never will.

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