LOTR || ⤜𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩 → [Legolas x OC]

⤜ 2 → what do you call a tree with a beard?

Fangorn Forest was said to be humid, and trunks and branches of many kinds of trees grew thick allowing little light to penetrate.

Many folk avoided these woods, claiming the queer atmosphere and noises unsettled them. But they did not fear the forest, no.

They feared what was inside it. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*          (^-')b        ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*

"When are we to leave this horrid, dark, dank, tree-infested--"

Aragorn smacked Gimli upside the head and silenced his grumbling. The Dwarf had never been too fond of Fangorn Forest.

"Gah!" He rubbed his head. "Will you stop hitting m--"

Gimli was interrupted again by another whack.

"Listen." Legolas quickly hushed the two before they could start arguing again. Huffing, Gimli tilted his head to the side and strained his ears.

A few seconds passed in silence. The Dwarf began to get impatient. But just as he was about to speak up and complain, they heard something.

It sounded like quiet groan at first- the type that a sore, cracked throat would emit. Almost inaudible.

Then, ever so slowly it increased. Both speed and sound. From low grumblings and growls to loud drumbeat barrages until all you could hear were deep resonant "Baruuums!" echoing off the trees, drowning all other sounds except three racing heartbeats.

Then from the dense trees it emerged; a huge, magnificent creature, bearing a very tall and stiff-limbed appearance, with bark-like skin and leafy hair. Midnight green ivy clung to it and moss grew off its tough bark sheath. Woody shrubs and twigs and leaves sprouted like mushrooms, and they found they were looking at a most extraordinary face.

It belonged to the figure which stood at least fourteen feet high, sturdy with a long head and hardly any neck- mostly because it was covered by a sweeping grey beard, bushy, almost twiggy at the roots and thin and mossy at the ends.

But at the moment the elf, man and dwarf noted little but the deep ancient eyes. They surveyed the clearing littered with orcs- dead, dying, or about to die as Gimli's axe swung down upon them.

"Treebeard!" Aragorn exclaimed, sounding rather relieved.

The creature looked down with a start. "Young masters!" his deep voice boomed and caused the ground to vibrate slightly. "Bless my beard! The last I looked upon these faces were fifty winters ago!" he welcomed warmly. "What brings you back, young ones? I'm afraid parts of these woods are still swarming with orcs." Treebeard said, deliberately squishing an orc under his foot as he made his way to the three companions.

"Tis good to see you again, my friend," Aragorn greeted back. "Though I apologise as I fear it's been a long time."

Treebeard waved off the apology and took a step towards them, happily flattening another orc under his mighty foot. Nobody was complaining however- those creatures were more of a nuisance now than a threat. Ever since the destruction of the One Ring and fall of Sauron, the orcs that remained had no other master to serve. Pity, Treebeard thought, not caring in the slightest. After all, it were the orcs that had first destroyed his beloved forest and home.

Legolas spoke up, pulling the Ent from his thoughts. "We were ambushed on our way to Lothlórien," he answered. "We are going there to see the Lady of Light."