A Party of Special Magnificence
Fangorn: 1. Fangorn
Fangorn by Mar'isu 4/2/2006
I wake slowly. There is . . . another. I hear the voice. Sweet and clear, like a warm shower on new leaves, laughing like the little brook that flows through this, my house. I do not know the sounds it makes.
Not so hasty, little one. For you are little; I can see that now. Bright soul, deep thought, long life in little body. I have stood since the lamps fell and darkness came, and yet this is the first other I have met.
And I cannot say it. The rustle of leaves, the creak of branches. The long, low groan of growing things. Of these are my words fashioned.
O, teach me, shining one. Teach me of this thing you call "language."
"The Elves began it. Waking up the trees; teaching them to speak." –Legolas, TTT
