Peony looked dubiously into the pitch black that was Fangorn. Tall tall trees reached the sky, and thick, gnarled branches seemed to reach out like hands, beckoning them into the forest. No wind rustled the leaves, and the air was very dense. Anson shivered involuntarily, and others of the company walked rigidly. All of them were tense, terrified at the idea of walking into the doomsday forest. Peony chuckled, trying to break the moment.
“You guys look like you think one of the trees is going to just start moving about and talking to you or something.” Andunériel shot the hobbit a look that clearly said ‘hush up’. Elen stooped down and whispered into Peony’s ear.
“Have you ever heard of Ents?” Peony wrinkled her brow and shook her head slowly.
“Then maybe you should just be quiet and follow--silently!" Peony rolled her eyes and followed Elen into the forest.
“It’s just a bunch of trees,” she mumbled. Elen looked down at her sternly and raised a finger to her lips.
“Shh!” Then, a creepy crawly feeling tingled the back of Peony’s neck and the sides of her arms. There definitely seemed to be something weird about this forest, and Peony wasn't sure she liked it very much at all.
[ April 25, 2003: Message edited by: maikafanawen ]
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