The Blue Mountains

[Iaurlachien]

"You've felt it too, haven't you?" Rothallë spoke to Radagast. The old wizard sighed before speaking in his low voice "I know what you speak of, but you need not fear it yet." "Not fear it yet, it seems to kill everything that gets in it's way." Radagast spoke no more for a while. The wind was whispering soft words through the thickets. But they were not however words of comfort. On the contrary, they whispered words of horror. Then suddenly Rothallë broke the silence. 'How come this forest doesn't have a name? I mean, someone must have thought of one, the forest is more than a thousand years old. Forests don't name themselves you know!" "Now why are you so sure of that, sister of the night? Have you forgotten what was taught to you in your younger years? Have you then forgotten about Fangorn?" Radagast smiled at Rothallë. She started blushing. "You are right, I should be carefull what I say these times, there is always someone on my back to correct what I'm saying. I had actually forgotten about the woods of Fangorn. How could I have, for my staff is made out of it's wood." "You have yet much to learn, daughter of the night." Radagast answered. "I haven't used my powers for some time now, since all has been quiet and peaceful for such a long time now. I can feel that will be over very soon." "I forgot to mention to you," Radagast continued, "that there is absolutely nothing wrong with your sences, my dear, for I sense the same strange thing as you have been for the last few days. And about that staff of yours, you will come to use it in time, do not worry, you need not to, yet." They strolled on and came to an open field. The sun had risen now and it was shining brightly onto the bright green grass. "Radagast?" said Rothallë, about to ask another question. "Not so hasty now, daughter of the night. All in good time, all in good time, now..." They walked further, heading south, through the forest. The forest that has no name.