She still couldn’t shake the previous night’s dream. It seemed so real. She’d been watching The Lord of the Rings. She’d been captivated by the huge trees called Ents that walked, roots grabbing the earth, and forlornly asking about their missing wives. She’d looked out her window and had watched the huge Sycamore tapping persistently on the glass. She’d always felt it that it was trying to speak to her. She drifted off to sleep and seemed to hear a story being told to her:
We Ent wives long ago left the musky shadow of deep forest glades for the light and lovely meadows. Our travels took us further away until we reached the sandy shores of the Western Ocean. Here we stayed for many years. We often frolicked in the tides enjoying how the waves broke against us. In many ways it felt like an Ent embrace, and during those times, we would think fondly of our abandoned mates.
One day Fialorn, one of the elder Ent wives, was hit by a large wave. Her age had stiffened her and she toppled over into the next wave, which brought her to shore. Playing, she found she could roll herself over with the ebbing water, and easily bring herself to a standing position, wait for the next large wave, and allow the waters to carry her back again. Soon the others followed suit, and with many “Tu-rum-bah-ha-bahs,” which is as close a word as Ents had for “whee,” and we came to shore again and again.
Night fell, the waves subsided and we returned to our sandy beaches to rest. We were very happy; although, the small wrens that nested in our hair, were not, and flew away in search of drier homes.
Many years passed and we grew bold and more secure going further into the waters. We had little knowledge of our world’s events, but we knew something significant was happening. We’d found a sheltered area that had stone cliffs weathered smooth, which we used to recline upon. The country darkened. We’d seen black birds flying overhead that brought deep fear and sorrow in their wake. We thought of our mates of long ago that had protected us from harm.
Then the mighty ships, driven by magic, came and we could not go play in the waves lest we be seen. One evening, as the sun went to its slumber, many elves boarded the ships and they sailed away. We came out from our hidden cove and watched them and listened to the sounds of their Elvin voices become only a whisper in the night.
Knowing the elves had left middle-earth frightened us more than anything we’d ever known–with the exception of fire. We discussed returning to find the Ents as the longing for them once again rose in our hearts. In less than a fortnight, we decided to return to Fangorn Forest where our Ents waited for us.
Before leaving, we wanted one last day in our beloved waters. We went further than we’d ever been before. So far out that we could barely see the shore. Suddenly, the sun hid, dark clouds filled the sky and the land began to quake. We watched as trees, which were not awake, toppled to the ground. A great fire filled the eastern sky. We felt a rolling upheaval and the waves tumbled us. We crashed into each other and some of us broke limbs in the tumult. We were taken far out away from the land. The waters carried us for many days further and further from the Ents. Many moons passed until we heard the sound of waves against a shore. We righted ourselves and once again our roots burrowed in earth.
The sun dried us and we were embarrassed when our outer bark, softened by the sea, fell off in strips exposing our white smooth inner skins. We moved from the beach finding valleys, meadows, gardens full of rich soil, beautiful plants and an abundance of varied trees.
Please, the voice of her dream begged, if you see the Ent’s, tell them we are here, on the western shores of America, and we’ve lost our way home. Please tell them. Please..please…please…
She awoke with a start and stared out at the tree. One small branch was being blown against the window pane making a slight screeching sound, which sounded like a small whispered ‘please.’ She dressed and went to the large Sycamore and hugged it. She whispered into the smooth bark, “If I see them-I’ll tell them.”
That night, as she stood unlocking her door, a bough of the tree gently stroked her face. It was only the wind she thought, but there was no wind. It was only a dream–wasn’t it?