Ents are intelligent creatures that look like humans and trees. Their appearance is due to Yavanna's request, mainly to protect the trees from other creatures, especially the dwarves created by Aulë. Therefore, Ent is also known as the "shepherd of a hundred trees".
To put it simply, we can understand that they are a kind of tree people.
However, they rarely appear in the history of Middle-earth. Even in the legends of the elves, these strange beings are only mentioned a few times.
The period when the tree people were active can be traced back to the First Era. At that time, the human hero Beren, with unimaginable courage and the guidance of fate, and Luthien pried off a Silmaril from the Iron Crown on Morgoth's head.
Lúthien's father, the Elven King of Beleriand, the Sindar clan who founded Doriath, asked the firebeard dwarves of Nogrod to bring this The world-famous diamond was killed by the greedy dwarf when it was set in the dwarf necklace Nauglamir.
Although this necklace inlaid with Silmarils was recaptured by the elves, in 503 of the First Era, the dwarves of Nogrod still sent out an army to Doriath. They advanced all the way to Thingol's palace Menegroth, where an explosion broke out The extremely painful Battle of Thousand Grottoes Palace.
There were many casualties on both sides in that battle, but the dwarves eventually won, and all the treasures including Nauglamir were plundered. Doriath was nearly destroyed.
However, when they returned to Nogrod with the spoils on their backs, the dwarves were attacked by the green elves led by Beren in Sarn Asrad. Beren personally killed the king of Nogrod and recaptured Nauglamir.
The remaining dwarves were later ambushed by a group of Ents (tree men) on the way, and it is said that no one survived.
That time was the clearest record on the continent of Middle-earth regarding the Ents (Treants) participating in the continental disputes.
By the end of the First Era or the beginning of the Second Era.
The treewomen began to migrate further away because they cared about small trees, grass, and flowers, while the treemen loved big trees, forests, and hillsides more. The treant woman crossed the great river Anduin and reached what would later be called the Brownlands. Gardens of great beauty and fertility were established there.
At that time, what is now Fangorn Forest was only a small portion of the eastern edge of the original huge forest. There was a time when squirrels could jump from tree to tree, from what is now the Shire to the Black Barbarian Land west of Isengard. Eriador is almost a big forest.
But sometime during the Second Age, large tracts of the forest were cut down by the Númenóreans, or destroyed in the war between the Elves and Sauron. The treewoman's garden was destroyed by Sauron, and the treewoman disappeared.
Since then, there has been no legend of tree people in Central Continent.
As time went by, even the records of treants among the elves only appeared in legends. Many Silvan elves had never even seen this magical creature.
Now, Turka is ready to talk to these ancient beings hidden deep in the forest. If everything goes well, not only can the north build a better ecology, but Elpera will also have a group of new allies.
In fact, they did not wait long, as if the owner of this place had already known their arrival. But you know, no matter how fast a tree moves, it can't move faster than a four-legged Holy Spirit - this is what Treebeard said afterwards.
"Hulum, hulum."
The buzzing sound that Turka and Nahar had heard came from the west, and the roaring sound of large oak and elm trees with deep roots and tall branches.
A vibration came from the ground, as if something was moving quickly.
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 Nahar. The face belonged to a huge, human-like, tree-like being. He was at least fourteen feet tall, very strong, with a very high head and almost no neck. It was hard to tell whether it was wrapped in clothing made of a material similar to green and gray tree bark, or if the outer skin was just like that.
But in any case, the two arms not far from the torso have no wrinkles, but are covered with smooth brown skin. The big feet each have seven toes. A thick gray beard grew on the lower half of the long face. The roots of the beard were like twigs, but they became very thin at the end and were covered with moss.
A pair of deep brown eyes with green light were looking at them slowly, seriously, but penetratingly.
Ah, if you have the chance to meet a tree man, then you will understand how Turka feels at this time.
Behind those eyes, it seemed like a bottomless ancient well, filled with years of memories and long, gentle, and stable thoughts. But their surfaces shimmer with reality, like the tiny rays of sunlight on the outer leaves of a giant tree, or the shimmering light that ripples on the surface of a deep lake.
It seems that what you are looking at is not something meaningful, but a trace of some kind of history. It’s the wind, thunder, rain and snow, it’s the sun, moon and stars, it’s the wind, it’s the earth, it’s all the vicissitudes of life.
As a result, Turka and Nahal knew at the same time that one of the oldest creatures in Arda, the Ent (Treant), had arrived.
"Hulum, Hulum." 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 walked out. "Young Turka and the old Holy Spirit of the West, Huha, please forgive me, it's been a long time since I've spoken to anyone else in a language other than Ent."
The ancient tree man said in a slow but powerful voice: "Hum. Yes, the forest knows your origins! The wind brings your news, the water reflects the changes in the earth, and the long-tongued birds pass by. The ancient and dense forest brought the legends from the outside world to the forest. Hulum, Hulum. When the ancient horn was blown, the forest was also awakened; when the demonic shadow in the east was driven out of this continent, The forest is also paying attention; but I still want to ask: What happened to you when you came to the territory of the tree people?"
Turka discovered that the tree people actually spoke a very ancient Elvish language, which was somewhat similar to Quenya, but many of the vocabulary and grammar were different.
So he also said in Quenya: "O ancient and respected tree spirit, I am Turka Aracano. I am very happy that the forest once knew the stories of outsiders, but before talking, can I ask Do you want to ask the name of the ancient people? Because we are here this time for a major event related to the survival of the tree people and the peace of the earth."
The tree man lowered his head slightly, and his eyes that seemed to have witnessed the changes of the years stared at the dragonborn's golden vertical pupils. "The language of the Eldar, ah, yes, yes. You have the aura of the Starlight People in you. It's normal to know their language... I thought we couldn't talk, but... Hulum, Hulum."
The ancient creature stood up straight, and a certain momentum appeared on him. "Some call me Fangorn, others call me Treebeard. I am the Ent, Lord of the Forest!"
Turka jumped off Nahal's generous back.
"So."
He bent down slightly: "Salute to you, King of the Forest, long-bearded tree beard!"
A smile appeared on Treebeard's weird big face - I have to say, it feels really weird to see a tree smiling. The King of the Forest lowered his head and said: "Hulum, Hulum. Sorry, this is my mantra. I mean: Welcome! Or, whether you are welcome or not, you are already here." He raised his head .
Turka immediately understood that the tree people had a neutral but unwelcoming attitude toward their arrival.
Because Treebeard heard what they said in front of the forest and knew that the Silver King would bring war and flames, and the tree people had never been interested in the disputes on the mainland. Because it reminds them of those lost forests and tree women.
"Creation of Yavanna, maybe you should listen to the words of the one favored by fate before deciding whether to welcome us." Nahar said.
"The great Hal." Treebeard looked at him, seeming to be thinking, and also seemed to be humming: "The tree people missed the heroic appearance of Oromë and his knights running on the earth. At that time, the earth was even dark. . Ah, Hoom. At that time, the forest was still so majestic, with towering trees everywhere. Ent lived in that era, carefree."
He said.
"But what happened next was so unfortunate. The enemy burned the forest with fire and polluted the earth with poison. The number of tree people was greatly reduced. Humu." Treebeard became visibly angry and unhappy, and his big mouth opened The long beard-like branches under the mouth kept shaking: "You don't really care about the tree people or the forest! Both humans and Orcs cut down the forest wantonly and discard the trees, like greedy bad embryos."
"So, we don't want to get involved in your disputes, no matter what Turka Aracano says! We don't care!"
As if to echo Treebeard's anger, the entire Fangorn Forest emitted a buzzing and trilling sound similar to "Hulum, Hulum." The timid person would even be scared to death.
But the wrath of the tree men was ineffective against Turka and Nahar, and the roaring forest could not scare these two big men. Turka said calmly: "But in this war that is so long ago that we don't know when it started, no one can be neutral!"
He looked around, and his pair of shining golden vertical pupils looked majesticly at all the ancient beings in the forest who were secretly observing the situation here, and said loudly: "It's either this way, or that way! The first rat cannot be on either side. for!"
"The right to survive is earned by oneself! In the upcoming final battle, each race will fight for the future of its own race. The race that chooses to escape will be abandoned by the new era! The price of letting go is: whether it is light or Win, or the darkness wins, there will no longer be a place for Ents (Treants) to live in this land!”
