Ch. 8 - Ent-draught

Hroom-hoom. Ent draught always taste best this time of year. It sparkles and tickles my nose. I wish Merry and Pippin were here. They would most enjoy this year’s harvest. Though they would have been hasty, and drunk the first spill, not waiting for the better draught that comes behind.

Hrum, Hoom, I think I am happy they came into my forest. Oh! That is a hasty thing to say. Yet – they did brighten things up a bit. Root and twig, I wish them well. Perhaps they would have brought news with them, too. News of the Entwives. Hm, hroom.