#mourning hymm

[darth-maya]

The song of the day is

Chelsea Grin - Mourning Hymn

I jump to talk about Will Ramos at any chance I can get, but this genre has so many spectacular vocalists. One of my other favorites is Chelsea Grins current vocalist, Tom Barber. He has done it for a lot of years and has only gotten better and better.

[haechanhues]

KPOP FIC RECS

So I recently (like a couple of months ago) read Bowie’s Books by John O’Connell which is a series of essays exploring David Bowie’s list of 100 Books that transformed his life and I thought it was a way to make my own. These are all fics (in some way or another) that have been memorable in many different ways and I hope to share them with you all.

This is also a full on sap train so I thought you should be ready. I’m also weirdly nervous since this feels kind of vulnerable and makes me shy. but haiii

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE

1. @/ - ??? | BTS (status : unknown) 

This story starts as a mission to take down CEO JK. The mission is successful despite the fact that the two fall in love. There’s also a sequel I desperately want to read but I am unsure whether or not it’s been written or not. I also can’t seem to find the original fic. I remember the layout so clearly but no success. It’s got about three parts. But it’s amazing and I am as excited now as I was then when I found out a next part was coming. I remember reading it the first year I discovered tumblr fan fics and have never stopped thinking about it since. 

2. @thedaffodilfields - Hymm Of The High Seas | ATEEZ (discontinued)  

So author-nim deleted their account (or they relocated I’m not too sure on the details) and I’ll tell you when I saw it I felt distraught in the way it felt like sand slipping through my fingers. The brief rundown is that this story is about a siren who bonds with a crew of pirates and is I guess going through her own rite of passage to discover her true identity. It was amazing. It was so beautifully written that I can’t help but mourn over it. So beautiful. The setting and the place and the gradual build up of trust and friendship that borders between familial love and platonic love and romantic love. I miss this fic a lot. 

3. @yminie - Feedback | BTS (one-shot) 

This was one of my first stories I ever read on Tumblr and the reason I continued and started keeping a document tracking all the fics I read because I read a lot of them and my first ever tumblr crush ever. My first love of tumblr, if you will. The fic is so fun and exciting. When I first read it, it was so nasty (in the utmost best way) to me and I related to the main character a lot - the act just never appealed to me until I read it. Not to mention I was being bias wrecked by both boys at the time... But it felt so out of depth for me but I felt comfortable and looked after and it felt fun. I got really into it. Reading it four years later is a whole different experience. I think this fic was an inevitable to me. 

4. @najaemism - Heart Can’t Lose | NCT (ongoing) 

I found this fic at the very start of the year and very quickly it became a part of my heart and of me. Usually I’d keep the member a secret but as a sunflower, it’s just really hard to keep Haechan’s name out of my mouth. This story is impeccable, the writing, the effort...everything. This Haechan also has this weird hold on me - very college boyfriend vibes and everything. I love all the characters no matter how small of a part or big of a part they have. But I truly felt like I was falling in love with Haechan or at least rekindling. It sounds a bit delulu but it feels like the biggest reconnection of my sunflowerness and to Haechan (which is weird cause i never stopped nor dwindled) but idk it’s an amazing fic and I’m so grateful I found it. Thank you for this Haechan <3 Will never ever forget him nor stop loving him. 

5. @luvrbin - Princess’ Journal | THE BOYZ (completed) 

My Jelly baby <3 Haven’t seen you around in awhile, I hope you’re doing fine. One thing in particular springs to mind right now;  the fact that my tags I had sputtered in the spur of the moment revealed that I was from New Zealand right away (in my defence - those characters really did deserve a hiding) It was amazing to connect through that - I really wasn’t expecting it. I was so so ecstatic reading this story and discovering the person behind it as well. One of the best decisions I had ever made was reading this story and reading the TXT one as well. But this one is really just amazing and I loved it. Love you. 

6. @envirae - Have We Met Before? | ENHYPEN (ongoing) 

I remember reading the synopsis like wholly fuck yes I have to read that (sorry for the cursing). Every time a chapter is uploaded it feels like a real treat and I re-read it over and over again, rest a couple of days and then read the whole thing. A bit obsessive and unhealthy but we love it no matter how much it hurts. It’s so interesting to find how the story pans out, I have a habit of trying to predict how it goes but am always left flabbergasted. Sometimes it’s like ‘omg I got it right?’ and then a couple of chapters in I get completely blindsided. It’s an amazing series of events and I am so damn whipped over the story. An amaaaazing story and can’t wait for more chapters. 

7. @velvetsehun - Born To Die | EXO (ongoing) 

This fic brings back memories and I’m currently having another read through and it feels like I’m having a conversation with myself from 2 years ago. It felt like my 2020 was this fic and this fic alone. I read it again last night and I dreamed about mafia! EXO. I read a lot of mafia fics in this time period because of this fic and though there are endless fics that are just as well written, I will always come back to this one and re-read it. There’s just something about this one I can’t explain. I love the main character especially. One of my favourite main characters ever to be written and I’m loving the pull between the two main leads. But I feel like there is a pull between the main character and other side(?) characters and I froth over it. Beautiful. A fic I will stay forever for. 

8. @tayegi - Elements | BTS (ongoing) 

This is one of the first fics I ever read on this website! I used to use my very old (not even fan one) account so I could read it - which eventually would lead to this one. I love the interaction of different genres - the subtle flirting, the platonic, the fantasy, the school side of things. This fic reminds me why I love these boys so much and that I miss them. It’s been awhile since this fic was updated but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop recommending this or stop raving about how good it is and how every BTS fan (or not BTS fan) should read it at least once. Honestly what a legend. 

9. @mistymark - Vigilante/s | NCT (ongoing)

This is another fic I had another re-read of recently! Although the boys are largely emotionally unavailable, you can’t help but give most of your heart to them anyway. It kind of gave me the best of Shameless vibes - like there’s dysfunction but perhaps that’s not a bad thing. That there’s family and there’s love in a different way. I’m also going to take the sunflower opportunity and point out Haechan in this fic has been one of my favourite portrayals of Haechan and it gives me life. Also kind of unrelated but I’m obsessed with your little tidbits into your personal life and your thoughts and your whole entire masterlist. I assure you, any type of fic you gravitate towards Aspen has it (love your name so let’s shout out how much I love it). 

10. @santheestallion - Sex Ed | ATEEZ (completed) 

Originally, I was going to include ‘His To Take’ but after reading ‘Sex Ed’ I changed my mind. This ATEEZ member is the very definition of warm and I sincerely hope that everyone can find someone in their life that will ignite you in the way that he does. I really hope so. As for the writing, it’s the exact same. There’s a kind of warmth to the words that are written and the person who wrote them. This relationship/connection is one I find so important and it made reading these words almost unconscious. I was at my most relaxed and lighthearted and it felt so good to just feel like a feather floating in the air. There’s an amazing feeling attached to this fic and I want to share it with everyone. 

11. @wooyukh - Loved | TXT (completed) 

The most chaotic yet loveable couple I’ve ever shipped together. It’s the moods that co-exist for me. Shipping them so hard together that anything but is terribly offensive. Shipping them to the point the relationship is irritating. Like we love honeymoon but cmon my eyes. It was so funny and lovely but so in touch with my inner feelings towards *. What else to say except they’re beautiful - they’re both the same person. I loved every celebration for every minor change. Would I ever do it in real life to my significant other? Hell no. But did I love every single minute of this couple doing it? Yes. In total honesty another fun fic that I feel only good things for.

12. @readyplayerhobi - Flower | BTS (completed)

There was so many options, so many I may have to recommend more some other time BUT I had to put Flower. I had to. The main relationship within this fic is everything, means everything. The way they learnt about each other and learnt how to navigate the other and themselves in a way they’ve never quite allowed themselves to before really touched me for some reasons. I have never been touched in such a way before so it’s a new experience. I don’t know how to articulate it at all but it’s there and it’s wonderful and I want everyone to experience the same. For me it was this fic and I want someone else to find that feeling for themselves. 

13. @talkbykhalid - To : All The Boys I’ve Loved Before | ATEEZ (discontinued)

I literally found out it was discontinued today but nevertheless it’s going on here still. I’ve read a lot of this concept but this one stuck. It’s been one of my favourite fics for a long time. I loved all the different dynamics. I love the concept of having different people that influence you in different ways. I’ve always adored it. I will forever adore this story and this author 💕. I’m sad that you’re discontinuing but I’m happy that it’s because its essentially because you’re more interested in others and to plan it. Talk about writing growth and it’s one I support with my whole heart <3. 

14. @yeoldontknow - 143 I Want You | EXO (one-shot) 

Before this, I was used to smut that was quite vigorous and kinky and all that good stuff. BUT I’ve never quite seen smut as beautiful as this. It’s complete artistry is what it is. Like goosebumps. I can just imagine it. I first read this when I was on my period and it was a game changer. I didn’t know how to act. I also loved the implication on how the relationship played out - it felt very domestic, very loving and very healthy. There was so much to this story that wasn’t smut and I think that’s beautiful. I’m being completely serious about the artistry behind it. It was amazing and will forever be one of my favourites. I’ll scream it out to the choir. I’ll pass the pamphlets. I will hold a Ted Talk just to talk about it i don’t care - I’ll do it. 

15. @xherxx - Thesis It? | BTS (completed) 

God this story really is some nostalgia. It also has a completed sequel may I add! This was a rollercoaster ride like no other and the fact that it manages to work has me flabbergasted. Actual me would not be able to handle the events of this fic but I’m glad to see there’s a version of me that can. This is one for the chaotic. The wild and the free. I’m actually speechless looking back at it. It still has me in this unexplainable grip. Like I always get excited to get through the fic chapter by chapter, word by word. Like now re-reading it, it brings me back to the me I was a couple of years ago and there’s actually something different and I’m surprised. Woah. It’s been a long ride.

16. @ncteez - Definition of Hate | NCT (completed) 

I read this fairly recently and I just immediately added it to this list. I couldn’t fucking wait to write about it. This fic has me frothing since the first chapter and I can’t remember how I found it - maybe I just let tumblr scrolling do it’s thing? In this instance, tumblr is my religion and author-nim my god. I fucking love this fic and I’m going to think about it for a long time. I love the balance of platonic and romantic in this. I love that although the MC has her faults - she’s inevitably loved and held accountable all the same. The writing style is absolutely gorgeous and author-nim I love you forever and ever. Also when I read it - I had the best luck that day? My mum and dad were buying me albums... My cousin paid for my lunch and we had a good hour. Like I felt so happy in a way you just catch yourself appreciating life all the more you know? 

17. @cloudykyu - Unstan | THE BOYZ (completed) 

Usually I stay away from a fic series/social au until the author is a couple of chapters in and initially that was going to be the plan for this. But I couldn’t help myself obviously and I read it. Author-nim’s writing style is actually so lovely and one of the loveliest I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. A social au you can literally melt through - it’s so lovely. There’s something like a uno-reverse in here that I think is so refreshing and everything’s just pink in the best way and it’s so safe and comforting. I think the vibe of this is very Sunwoo and I think everyone needs to read this whether you stan The Boyz or not (in saying that if you don’t you definitely should). Sad to see author-nim is no longer on tumblr though :( 

18. @ahgaseda - To Kill An Empire | GOT7 (ongoing) 

Now, this was another hard decision of what fic would go here honestly. I have tons of favourites in all honesty. But, I have to comment on this one - I think. Just the relationship between each of the characters, what they do, how they talk. The character building talent that author-nim has is impeccable and inspires me in the greatest of ways. I love the descriptions and I love scrolling through these stories. It’s kind of romantic almost. Reading this had this like rejuvenated of the Ahgase in me and I’m so glad for that. I also reconnected with a very good friend of mine who is on a very different path to me and I’m glad. I’m so glad for this book and this author and the events that followed after it. 

19. @boba-beom​ - Airport Crush | TXT (one-shot) 

Honestly I was astounded by this fic the first time I read it and the second time and the third time. The feeling never dwindled and I don’t think it ever will. I read this at night and I’m actually surprised I (finally) managed to sleep after reading this. I spent hours just lying on my back just thinking about it. It went straight on my naughty list. One of my favourite (light?) smut fics I’ve ever read. I wanted to see if there was a continuation and so curious about the characters and the events that followed afterwards. It was beautiful and romantic even though the status of their relationship is very ‘quick’ and abides by the ‘pining’ trope shall we say. 

20. @kimnjss​ - Strawberry Kisses | BTS (completed) 

Ah look! It’s my favourite fic to reread over and over again. This has become one of my favourite fics period, really. It’s basically a comfort read for me. It’s such a fun and lighthearted fic but it also holds a really deep connection that I just want to cherish. This is a fic to be cherished with your whole entire heart and that’s exactly what I did. I think I could probably write a love story about it if I had the time. Please excuse me while I try to sound less like a nutter for this fic but I can’t. I feel like I need to shout to describe how this fic makes me feel and just the absolute masterpiece that it was. So for that, I love and appreciate you. 

author’s note : time to run awayyyyyy but do ENJOY THESE 

[wijopat]

In search of Peregrine the tall, and Meriadoc the brave

Long ago there lived a pair of brothers, or brothers they seemed to me. Tall and strong, with all the vigor of youth in their smile and wisdom beyond their age in their eyes. I seem to have forgotten their names, my memory is of tree and root, not of muscle and sinew. I sent them south with my friend grey wise old Lord of Man and Elf. His name was something shorter, but in my memory he lives on in a glorious day, a time of battle and song, of wizards and kings and dark lords, of loss and victory... of promises made.

They were the kind of small men, or short ones. A name that is too short to describe what it was that made them who they were. They had minds of moss and flowers, of a warm home and a hearty meal, the minds of simple pleasure and hard work, of reward and forgiveness and purpose. They had faces that opened out on the world, like a doorway, a doorway that from within lay peace and rest and song. They had the earth hum of children, yet age in their voices like men. The day they left Angrenost I did not mourn the passing. It was not until the east wind blew and the sun passed into the land of shadow and the Dwarf-Elf company walked among my trees that my mind was again occupied with thought of lords and journeys. Journeys like the ones from long past when I last left the forest. I hear talk now of peace and safety, of kings men and strong roads, but the borders of my land are not what they once were, and this will be a long journey indeed. Hum hmm either way, off I must go. For I have hardly passed the mountain, and Fladrif has not answered my call, or the wind has blown it over the peaks, or a birds song has taken it off into the sea. Either way, I have not been hasty enough it would seem, for the sun has fallen on me too many times, and again I find the winter wind blowing around my feet and rousing my joints. I must walk among the trees if I am to find the Shire. “The Shire” I say to the trees I pass, but ever I walk, and ever they say “northward old Fangorn”. I have caught scent of men, and to avoid them I must walk around the mountain. Hum hmm I go, up over stone and hill. Snow would stop a lesser Ent, but I am the oldest left and strength yet resides in my roots, let no wind fell the tree that bends I say.

It has been a long walk indeed, the trees that dwell on the ever changing slopes grow short and die early, but they sang me onwards. “The Shire” I said, but of the talk of man they had not heard, and their reply was of warmth and of water, of sorrow, regret and of a land were life grew tall as I. Hum hmm I blow my call often now to keep the warmth in my trunk; my roots and branches turn and snap in the brittle cold and growth is slow this far from the Isen.

The mountain lost, and I won. Hah hmm if they were here to listen to my song of life breaking ice, of hands crushing stone and throwing off all that this world has left by way of death and anger, how they would shout. Not shout as I do, echoing off the trees and the sides of the mountains, nor call as a bird does, singing for himself, but shout. Shout as they do for each other, and call as if their world is in front of them calling back in tune. I have almost forgotten the joy of triumph, of victory. But down here, down on the side of the mountain I must rest, for walking can be hard with injury, and as strong as I am, the mountain still stands. I fear if I do not I will not find water like this from down the slopes for a while yet, and it will be no good to the ent-friends to arrive unseemly.

The “ent-friends” I now say to the trees as I pass, but there comes no answer. I lay on the slopes of the mountain for too long it seems, I felt the call of winter blow through my bones and the song of spring growth under my toes but for my life I slept, for warmth and strength I wondered a short distance, and forgot of my journey and purpose. Awakened by the cries of the trees around me, I heard tell of fire and men, hear the earth thrum of fleeing animals, and so moved on-wards knowing that I was unwelcome by all save the learners of the old lore who reside over the south range, far from where I walk. The king preserves Fangorn, but I am not in Fangorn no longer, funny as it may be to say; ho humm the Ent-friends would laugh at my sorts, the bandying of words and laughter was their sort, and though I had heard it often never had I learnt more of it than from my brothers.

What will I say to the ent friends of my journey ho hymm I think as I walk among forests, the trees here are younger than knowledge of me, and I find my going to be slow as I teach. But they will appreciate that ho hmm. Once I would have sat and told of our history for years, but these trees know of haste and speak of men in a pace that would make a Fangorn birch blush with new growth. The mountains grow tall in the north, perhaps the wind blows their edges and pushes them up. I ask the trees that grow here, but they only mourn, and justify their silence thusly. Walk as I might, it was hard to find a tree that was not mourning, though no fire did I see, nor smoke. Eventually I came upon an Oak, standing aside from the forest in a clearing. Down I sat beside him, and inquired as to his age. Cry did he not, and though it took for the sun to fall for him to answer, he spoke of the clearing as a plain, and of an age long beyond the years of the saplings around. Then his story did he tell. Long it was, a refreshment from my hot battles with mountains and cold tears from younger trees. He told of a time before the singers in the forest. When the shadow besieged his land, and the shadow of the shadow. He told of them settling in great fortresses, and falling before great enemies, and the bodies soaking into his roots as the elder shadow crept over the sky. He told of the city for which the trees wept. Ho humm the city of wisdom he called it, though not in so short a fashion. The city is empty of song, and now holds naught but dust and the dusting. So onward I walked, towards the city. There they may know of ent friends and, and... and their home, the place I wished to go. My destination. Hmm

Grand it was, set apart in a great valley, where the worries of the trees grew dim and the song of old could be heard dimly echoing from its peaks. I stood for a moment, and observed men enter and leave. They upheld it as a place of great honour it seemed, and enter it I intended, though fear I feared would ensue.

The laughter was what woke me, and about I looked from my glen. The water fell from, if I was not mistaken, the Bruinen in the distance, and it’s sound rocked me, tempting me into sleep once more. The sight of small ones walking about my legs took my attention before I could drift, and my attempts at moving were shaken by them running around my trunk. It would seem I did not go wholly unnoticed though, as my final shake of my branches sent them running from my sight, shouting in Westron too fast for me to quite hear what they had said. Just as my eyes adjusted, and I forgot what I had awoken for, I heard a beautiful voice, smooth and patient, speaking over the sound of the water. “See children? The trees shake with the wind, but bend not from the trunk in anger this far west of old Fangorn”. I did not need much longer to rouse myself from slumber at the sound of my name, but ho humm too long it seemed, as the man-wife and her company departed for their shelter. And so roused did I find myself alone, under stars I hummed to the trees news of Ent-friends, but none came. So I hummed of the ancient Oak, and back came the reply. He had aged it seemed, and lost his voice, but still none could grow beside him as his roots stretched long and far and still he grew. I took comfort in this, and hummed to him knowing that although his reply was distant, he could hear my call.

I had hummed not for a moment when the sun pierced the mountain and the sounds of man could be heard below. Horse clatter on stone came first, then laughter and voices. So stand I did, and wandering I went until upon a host of men in metal I came, and shrieking the man-wives and small ones ran, and as metal flashed in the morning sun and spears were pointed in my direction I hummed a man tune, speaking as I had not in an age. “I seek the Ent-friends”, pausing to see if I had the correct dialect I looked upon a familiar face, as though long ago had I met his likeness. “Ent, we have not had your kind since the time of the King Elessar, hail, I am Ent-friend, though I fear I am not of who you enquire”. And with that he sheathed his blade and knelt low, and accompanying him his company did, and emerging from the distance, at his beckoning, came the ones who fled. Hum I did, searching for words to questions fading from memory, “Not you man, I seek ent-friends, though if they are taller or shorter than your own kind I cannot recall, man they are not. Northward I go, seeking my friends, I would appreciate a guide, as the trees remember not my name, and the roads change with the wind”. Standing and thinking, the man turned aside and spoke to his entourage, but distant did the wind carry his words, and though all but two, one of the small ones and the largest of his company, with a silver breastplate and a great white tree printed on it, akin to the one on my speakers own tunic, did leave, he answered. “I will lead you, though ent-friends are not common among my people or any other left east of the sea. If northward you would go, I may lead you to the Beornings, who stand far taller than I and still hold the forest and its wonder in reverence, or north eastward take you to the people of Dale, who are short and simple and have love for the forests and rivers, though nothing else lays where you wonder save the ice and remnants of death”.

Considering his words carefully I thought to myself if either of these places were where I wished to go, and though he called to me long, I thought silently. When I had given it ample time, I disagreed and looked around. It seems autumn had settled, and around me lay the leaves that had fallen, evergreen I remained, the only one among the host of trees, my thoughts went to the Oak, and hum I did. His call came back cold, distant, and forgotten, many trees around him had grown and he was short in stature now, though shrunk he had not. I hummed around for a while longer, and pulled my roots from the stone. Strong had I grown in this vale, though even more distant now seemed the song of its inhabitants. I hummed loudly, in the tune that men may hear, searching for my man with the tree on his breast, and from the buildings came an answer, though of whom I could not tell. “I look for the man with whom I spoke earlier”, and a hurried reply of “just a moment dear Ent, I am an Ent-friend, and have been waiting for you, I shall send for my master”. And at that I rested back in my holds, and watched a rider hurry from the stable, though before I could rest he spoke to me again, and asked if we may speak at length, I was glad and agreed, and each time it seemed I was lost in thought he would inquire again, quite impatient he was, as though he feared me dozing off while we were speaking. Tired he grew, as mortals are want to, and before he retired he implored I not fall asleep before the morrow, as he wished to speak with me again. Humm himm I agreed, I desired his conversation as much as he mine, because though he was impatient, deep was his knowledge of the history of man as it had befallen. And so on we went for many days after that, before one evening I implored him as to the state of my request, assurances were made it would not be long, and jokes made that even I was becoming impatient. “My friends would have enjoyed your company too, laughter is rare among my kind”. But looking up I realised to bed he had gone, and to myself had I spoken once again. Ho humm, I suspect tomorrow will bring the rider to meet me, or I will be off to complete my quests on my own.

As the sun grew and the birds sang from my branches, I felt in the earth the thrum of horse and rider. I moved to intercept them, impatient I was to be off on this day. Three horses there were, followed by a great host, and upon the three horses sat three men, all in likeness enough to be family, though age sat on the brow of two of them, and youth was clear in the other. I spoke to the young one, as he seemed to be the man whom I had met long ago, “where is the guide I requested to take me to my Ent-friends?”, puzzled he looked back at the grey bearded two, and one of them answered me hastily, “it was I who you spoke with last, before you entered your great slumber”. I hummed then, thinking to myself what he could have meant, him. I had spoken to someone young and full of strength. And so it came to be that my hums turned to wails. Never before had I been so foolish, for the short lives of mortals were lent too to those of the Ent-friends. My deep booming echoed off the walls of the valley, and back came the hum of the entire forest around me. My roots I tore from the earth and the ground around me shivered in fear of my wrath, and briefly I paid heed to the fear on the faces of the men before grief overtook me and down came my fist like a hammer upon an anvil of stone. Troubled as I was, I regret my actions to this day, greater than any regret save one, for in my arms lay my friend, teller of lore and learner of the Ent way, his body lay limp and lifeless as the stone upon which I had meant to rend my fury.

Deep in the ground I lay him. Ent-friend I told the trees, and planted in above his head an acorn from the greatest of Oaks, that I may one day know him again. My guide, a king of Gondor I learnt, told me I had slept for over a century of man years, and long since would any Ent-friend save of the lines of old have passed. I was told that my poor Ent-friend had lived his life waiting for me to awaken, as had his father, and they had tended the gardens of Imladris and learnt of history and lore so that I could speak with someone to match my knowledge when I awoke. He told me that much of what we spoke of was recorded, and that whilst I rested and thought he slept, many candles burned for long hours detailing my history as it was told, and my language and culture, and secrets lost to the passage of time. Vast was my sorrow, but yet did I wish to pursue my quest, and so I, the oldest of living things left yet under these stars, and my guide, the oldest of men in halls of stone or wood, set out.

Eager he was to know of my name, and although forgotten it was to me, the Oak had remembered, and echoed the name Fangorn down through the trees. And so I told my guide, and he rejoiced, for he had delved deep in the lore of old and learnt of the exploits of Ents, little as they are, and so he told me that my friends must be the Hobbits of the Shire, and that though they had passed from sight, and their kind had dwindled and disappeared, their land was kept from human settlements as the first King Elessar had decreed. My sorrow and my regret aside, I asked of the brothers who had walked with me from Fangorn and taken Angrenost, and for the tale of their lives to be told to me in full.

For days we wondered, and I learned of Pippin the Tall and Merry the Brave. Of how Pippin went on to serve the stewards of Gondor as a warrior, and recalled with wonder how Merry came to be a squire of the king of Rohan who fought an evil sorcerer and cast him down, and that they each played their part in the salvation of their home. I wept for Merry, learning of his lame arm as he had carried it through his life, and laughed at the thought of my foolish friend Pippin becoming Thain of all of the Shire. So many names and memories had ever affected an Ent before this day, and my hum could be heard in the farthest trees of Mirkwood and Lorien, echoing the sadness and joy of the Hobbit-folk, and deep in my chest I felt that I owed them something I could not repay. And so in this way we came to the borders of the Shire, where the trees were glad and yet recalled the folk who dwelt here. My guide, the King, bid me farewell, and said that I would remembered forever as Hobbit-friend, a title as such I new I never deserved, and I sat on the outskirts of the Shire and watched him leave and wept, for never had a greater honour been bestowed upon one of my kind.

For long I sat there, weeping and laughing in equal measure, I felt the trees grow thick around me as they too learnt of my friends the hobbit, and Ent they did not call me, nor Fangorn, but Hobbit-friend. At last the trees grew so thick that they carried my hum far south, and west, and I realised that in this forest I was not the only power, for out of the west came a hum likewise, and on the south-wind came a song of joy, and in that song I found the strength to lift myself from slumber, and set out west. There I came upon a hill, where trees and flowers and mounds pocketed the earth, and hoping to find some remnants of Hobbit-folk I instead found a great tree, the like of which I had not seen for a period of time longer than I care to estimate, so long I scarcely remember remembering them, yet deep within me I felt her call, the Mallorn tree of Valinor. Silver was her bark, and golden her leaves, and I hummed to it of how it came to be there, but to my surprise it new only of Hobbits, and of Hobbit folk, nothing of the West, for Hobbiton was her true home. And it was as though the tree had been planted for the purpose of telling me of all I had missed. She remembered all of the line of Brandybuck and Took, as long as they stayed seperate, for the Brandybucks married into the Tooks, and the other did the same, and then the Took heir died without sons, and the Brandybucks were all that remained. She told me of how Pippin trained archers so that never again could the pale orc-men take their land and fell their trees, and how Merry treated with Kingsmen on the border, and how Merry married a young maid from the Northfarthing and sired many children, and how after their dearest friends Frodo and eventually Samwise left across the sea, the two of them would sit under her branches and smoke and laugh. She recalled the sound of their laughter so well, she could echo it among her branches, and as Fangorn the mighty sat in the Shire and wept, the leaves of the Mellon were swept in the wind, and the memory of the two of them and the power of their loss echoed throughout all middle earth.

Down in the south, through the old forest, an old power heard of the tears, and he wept also, for of the loss of time he knew much. And he rejoiced that one may yet recall those he would not either forget. And in the east the forest around Imladris that had grown strong heard his call, and remembered Ent-friend, and the acorn that was planted grew strong with the power of Ent tears, and the Oak heard the cries and hummed, for his friend would hear him and take comfort in his grief. And further east past Mirkwood and the lonely mountain where Elves yet hid among the trees they took shelter, for such sorrow had all but been forgotten by them. And down in Fangorn the trees swayed with the wails, and the Ents that were left uprooted and cried with their brethren, and it was so that all the trees of middle earth cried with their Shepard. And south, far south and far east, farther than Umbar and Harad, where trees are sparse and oases of life exist with flowers and water, the sorrow stirred life. The sorrow of an age stirred the compassion of an aging mind, and so northward went the Ent-wives, to soothe and comfort and re build.