Awestruck, Legolas slowly walked amidst the ash, beech, birch and willow, Gimli wandering nearby. His keen gaze took in every trailing and swaying, lichen heavy branch high upon ancient boughs as the dense forest came to life.
Closing his eyes, he reached out even further. To his ears the trees seemingly sang a song so ancient that it spoke directly to his heart. Their sway was deafening, but yet undetectable. The rustling of leaves in the denseness of the canopy was a cacophony of the most lyrical.
Arms outstretched, he soaked up the immortality of nature’s own song—Fangorn Forest.


