Elen stared up at the Ent, it was massive. She had never seen one before and though she hated to admit it she was scared. Very scared. She grabbed the nearest thing to her and clung onto it tightly digging her nails in. Andunériel contiuned to talk to it in elvish, but the ent stood silently. Listening thought Elen hopefully. As the ent stayed silent, the company exchanged confused and anxious glances at one another. She turned to her side and realised it was Marsilion's arm she had grabbed onto. She withdrew it quickly and gave him an awkard smile.
"Sorry..." she turned round to face the ent who still was silent waiting for a reply.
"Hobbits, they are hobbits...er...ent." she said, not knowing its name she decided to call it ent, which was probably rude but she could not take it back now. Elen now whished she had not said anything, for the ent still silent. She shot a pleading look at Peony wanting her to say something.
"Yes, er..Hobbits. From the Shire." she said boldly. "Some know us as halflings." she stopped as the ent slowly rustled his leaves.
"Hobbits?" it said.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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