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 * 1) author:Ramzeyah of Near Harad


 * 1) title:Middle-earth Chronicles:The Forests of Fangorn


 * 1) types:Fangorn, Middle-earth

The great forests of Fangorn. Not a soul hasn’t heard of this great land, save perhaps the uneducated peoples of the East. The old forest is giant. Bigger than anything I have seen or imagined. I have been warned by the peoples of the surrounding area that to cut a tree here, is to sign a death penalty. I have been aware of this for some time ago, as I too, have heard of the walking trees, the so called ents and huorns which reside here. The great tree watchers of old, still here today. I believe that as long as the ents are here, there will be at least one last strong and wise region in Middle-earth. I cannot describe the forests sheer size, the trees seeming to block out the sun, but yet it is still light on the ground. The grass here is long, and the trees old. I am writing this story as my camel is slowly but surely devouring this ancient grass. I would not be at all surprised if it would give my camel some kind of magic, as this forest is exactly that. Magical. Ancient and magical. I have not seen any walking trees, but I am sure that the trees see me. In fact, I am kind of comforted by this. The forest of Fangorn has no enemies, but nothing which it could really call friends either. As I head deeper into these woods, the more I am sure. This is the perfect opposite of the Dead Marshes. That horrid, accursed place, seems like a different world. It seems now hard to believe, that there is such an empty and desolate place when I am surrounded by this kind of glory. I believe this forest has found its’ own truth. Wealth is not the amount of silver coins which you have, nor is power the number of troops you have to fight for your land. As I wrote that last sentence, I think I saw something move. An enemy perhaps? A friend? A creature? Come to think of it, I have not seen anything or anyone other than these trees and my camel. I come down to a river, where I see a moving tree! An ent perhaps? No, this one is fairly small. A huorn then? The tree is not moving anymore. Maybe I scare it. As I move on with my camel, I begin to see some interesting plants and herbs. I suddenly remember the stories of magical weeds and grasses in the forest, which are cooked into magical broths which heal the greatest of diseases and sicknesses, or give you the powers to withstand fire, or breath underwater. There are peasants who come here to find these magical herbs, and they have always advised that you should collect them. I have accepted their offer, and collected some riverweed, which is said to be able to let the drinker breath underwater! Well, I have heard of underwater temples as well, and these water breathing grasses would make that task impossibly easy! As night comes down, and the moon goes up, I lie on my camel, looking at the stars in between the tree leaves. The leaves are so high up, the stars seem like tiny lights, illuminating the tops of the trees, giving the forest a magical light so bright, that there is no need to light a campfire. As sleep takes me, I dream of walking trees, ents, watching over me as I sleep, saying "Rest, eat food and drink water. Grow strong. Sleep now, little one. Coming from beyond the trees. Hrumm, hromm. Yes, rest now, little one..."  