There is a forest renowned in Arda, now known as Fangorn. It was once known by many names. There is naught within but trees, stretching up so tall that they seem to touch the skies. Yet- [ breathe out ] yet you will never be alone, for the trees have eyes and ears and lips to speak. They live, and are wiser and older than the Maia themselves.
In Lothlorien, the trees are mallorns are of golden bark and amber leaves, which trembles with life underneath your hand, speaking without words or sound. It is a wood of eternal dawn, and its Elves hide behind the leaves, so silent that you will never once hear them breathe.
[ Pause. He exhales quietly. ]
I know not the wilds you speak of, for 'tis rare that we are truly alone.
voice.
There is a forest renowned in Arda, now known as Fangorn. It was once known by many names. There is naught within but trees, stretching up so tall that they seem to touch the skies. Yet- [ breathe out ] yet you will never be alone, for the trees have eyes and ears and lips to speak. They live, and are wiser and older than the Maia themselves.
In Lothlorien, the trees are mallorns are of golden bark and amber leaves, which trembles with life underneath your hand, speaking without words or sound. It is a wood of eternal dawn, and its Elves hide behind the leaves, so silent that you will never once hear them breathe.
[ Pause. He exhales quietly. ]
I know not the wilds you speak of, for 'tis rare that we are truly alone.