Fangorn felt it in the water, in the earth, in the air. A song echoed through all creation: those who would not be hasty should prepare to leave. Beleriand would fall.
A strange creature danced toward him, his blue cap-feather flitting in the morning breeze.
This was no Elf! Fangorn tried to make sense of the nonsense coming from his lips, but without success.
Yes, they would journey together, for a while. Fangorn would learn these new hasty songs.
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