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I am Fimbrethil Entwife, spouse to my beloved
I am one of the Eldest of
During the First Age, I dwelt in
harmony in the Forests, with my Ent-Husband, and with
all others. We raised up many a fine young Enting. But,
gradually, my eyes turned to the world beyond the
To garden is a fine thing. We Entwives
wanted to cultivate, and share our skills with orchards
and bushes and trees. The Ents did not desire this.
Eventually, we set forth gardens across the river,
tamed, cultivated, yet sacred to our souls.
the coming of the Second Age, we saw our Ent-Husbands
less and less. Seldom would we cross the river back to
visit with them, and more seldom still would they make
the journey to visit us. We sent the last of the male
Entings back to the Forest halfway through the Second
Age, and, keeping our own council, lost all contact with
the Ent-Husbands. For our desires and our needs had
grown too dissimilar.
At the end of the Second
Age, our main orchards and agricultural fields were
destroyed in the warfare that wracked this era. Did we
die out as well? Were we lost for good? Tis true that at
the end of the Third Age, not an Ent, nor an Elf, nor a
Wizard, can speak to where we have gone.
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inspiration for all of this by JRR
Tolkien, whose heirs own sole right to my character whom I hope I re-create with taste, sympathy and fashion.
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