The company of thirty and one Rangers included Halbarad's two sons, Halladan and Barahir, who had been fostered with Aragorn in Imladris.(1) Barahir had served Rohan's former king and known the country well once - but that had been more than forty years ago.
"There was no forest in the Wizard's Vale in my day." he told his father as the company sat their horses on the crest of Dol Baran, looking down into the vale.
"This is no new planted wood," Halbarad mused, "the trees are tall and knarled with time."
"They are not trees," Elladan said abruptly, "but Huorns. See, there are eyes watching us!"
Arwen wet her lips. "The last word we had from the south said Saruman had begun taking wood from Fangorn Forest to fuel his furnaces."
Halbarad nodded slowly. "It seems he has paid the price of such folly. Come, we will see who holds Orthanc now and ask for tidings of Aragorn."
The atmosphere of the Huorn wood was surprisingly peaceful. Arwen sensed a sated, drowsy contentment. Hidden eyes watched them pass but without hostility, or indeed much interest.
"They have had their fill of vengeance." Elrohir murmured to her. "And are ready to sleep again."
Suddenly a rowan tree opened great greeny-brown eyes and raised a branch/arm commanding them to halt. The company reined in at once, the Men exchanging quick smiles, normal Ranger grimness briefly lifted by sheer delight at sight of this reminder of the Elder World.
"Ha Hmm. Who are you and what is your business in the Watch Wood?"
Halbarad unsmiled with an effort, bowed respectfully. "I am Halbarad Dunadan comanding a company of Rangers of the North. We are seeking our Chief, Aragorn son of Arathorn, who we have heard is in Rohan."
"Ha Hmm?" The Ent studied them thoughtfully. The Rangers suffered his scrutiny with their usual silent, motionless patience. But after several minutes had passed Arwen's failed. She opened her mouth to speak - only to be silenced by a firm hand over hers and sharp look from Elladan.
Finally the Ent spoke: "I am called Bregalad in the Elvish tongue, or 'Quickbeam' in the common language. I will take you to Fangorn. You may ask your questions of him."
"But will we get any answers?" Elrohir wondered, sotto-voce. ***
The ring of Isengard had become a lake of grey water in which spars, beams, chests, casks and other flotsam bobbed. A number of Ents were busily pulling down what remained of the great wall ha-ing and hoom-ing happily as they worked.
Quickbeam approached a knarled old Ent resembling a mighty oak tree. Slowly the leafy head turned to give the Grey Company yet another long, careful, considering look. Then the greeny-brown eyes met Arwen's and widened.
The Ent covered the distance between them in three long strides, Arwen just managed to hold Asfaloth still. "Ha Hoom!" he boomed delightedly. "Why it's little Luthien, what brings you to Isengard, my dear?"
For a moment she could only gape up at him, then she recovered herself enough to stammer: "I - I am not Luthien. My name is Arwen. Luthien was my foremother, some say I am very like her."
"Indeed you are, indeed you are." the old Ent agreed. "But I was forgetting, little Luthien and her Man Beren both left Middle Earth long ago.... Long ago even as we Ents measure it...." the great head shook sadly. "So, Little One, what can Old Treebeard do for Luthien's child?"
"Treebeard." she echoed in sudden realization. "Of course, how stupid of me! You are that same Fangorn who aided Luthien when she ran away to find the sea." (2)
"Hoom! Hoom!" Treebeard chuckled reminiscently. "Such a pretty little creature, but so reckless. Ha Hoom! So the story is still remembered?"
"It is indeed, told and retold to generations of Luthien and Beren's descendants." Arwen shot an inquiring look at Halbarad, but he nodded for her to continue. "We come from the North seeking Aragorn son of Arathorn, chief of the Dunedain. Can you give us any news of him?" "Ha Hoom!" Treebeard boomed meditatively. "Let me see....Yes..... Gandalf and the King of Rohan had a Nunatan, a Man of the West, with them. But the Hobbits called him Strider, not Aragorn."
"That is the Man." said Halbarad. "He goes by many names. Can you tell us where we might find him?"
"Well....no....not for certain. But he and Gandalf left with Theoden King and might be with him still."
"Then we will seek news of him at Edoras." Halbarad decided. "Thank you, Master Fangorn, for your aid."
"Not at all, not at all." the Ent replied, eyes straying back to Arwen. "Ha Hoom. Alas, even the fairest flowers must fade."
Arwen lowered her eyes uncomfortably. She had heard such remarks before and heartily resented the implication she was somehow duty bound to preserve her beauty eternally for the admiration of all. She was a woman, not a work of art!
"But every year new flowers bloom." Halbarad said gently.
"Hoom! Hoom! Very true, Master Ranger, very true. Fare you well...and good fortune to you." ***
With Saruman defeated there was no longer any reason not to travel openly on the Great West Road that ran from the Fords of Isen to Minas Tirith. They found it crowded with Rohirrim returning to their homes in the Westfold from the refuge of Helm's Deep.
It seemed to Arwen that many of the refugees looked at the Men of the Grey Company with something very like recognition, but she didn't learn why until they made camp by the roadside that night, surrounded by Rohirrim travellers doing the same.
Arwen, settling down to sleep, sensed the sudden alertness of her companions and looked up to see a small group of fair haired Rohirrim Men standing uncertainly at the edge of their camp.
Barahir sprang to his feet to greet them courteously in their own tongue. She understood only one word of the reply but that was enough to bring her eagerly to Barahir's side. "Aragorn! They have seen him? They have news of him?"
"Yes, m'lady, answered one of the Rohirrim, in slightly halting Westron.(3) "The Lord Aragorn fought for us at Helm's Deep. The Lady of the Golden Wood sent an Elven army to aid him - and us."
"What's this?" Elladan said sharply, in surprise. "Our Grandparents decided to honor the Alliance after all?"
Arwen closed her eyes in gratitude. *Thank you Grandmother, thank you Grandfather.*
"Elven archers came and placed themselves under the Lord Aragorn's command. They say he is descended from the Kings of Old and so part Elf and kin to their lords." The Rohirrim explained. "As you too are Dunedain we wondered if perhaps you were seeking news of the Lord Aragorn?"
"We are indeed." Halbarad said, coming forward. "We have come from the North to join him for he is our kinsman and Chieftain. We were told he might be with Theoden King at Edoras."
The Man shook his head. "Not at Edoras. The Beacons have been lit, Gondor calls for aid. The King musters his army at Dunharrow and the Lord Aragorn, they say, means to ride with them."
"As will we." said Halbarad. *******************************************
1. See 'The Last Homely House' by this author (adv.)
2. This is a story from Luthien's childhood, long before Morgoth's release and the Wars of the First Age. She heard her kinsman Cirdan speak of the sea and decided to go see it for herself. A dangerous undertaking in the Dark of the World.
3. The country folk of the Westfold tend to be less fluent in the Gondor derived Common Tongue, being farther away from the Southern Kingdom.
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