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'
I
remember
it
was
long
ago
-
in
the
time
of
the
war
between
Sauron
and
the
Men
of
the
Sea
-
desire
came
over
me
to
see
Fimbrethil
again
.
Very
fair
she
was
still
in
my
eyes
,
when
I
had
last
seen
her
,
though
little
like
the
Entmaiden
of
old
.
For
the
Entwives
were
bent
and
browned
by
their
labour
;
their
hair
parched
by
the
sun
to
the
hue
of
ripe
corn
and
their
cheeks
like
red
apples
.
Yet
their
eyes
were
still
the
eyes
of
our
own
people
.
We
crossed
over
Anduin
and
came
to
their
land
:
but
we
found
a
desert
:
it
was
all
burned
and
uprooted
,
for
war
had
passed
over
it
.
But
the
Entwives
were
not
there
.
Long
we
called
,
and
long
we
searched
;
and
we
asked
all
folk
that
we
met
which
way
the
Entwives
had
gone
.
Some
said
they
had
never
seen
them
;
and
some
said
that
they
had
seen
them
walking
away
west
,
and
some
said
east
,
and
others
south
.
But
nowhere
that
we
went
could
we
find
them
.
Our
sorrow
was
very
great
.
Yet
the
wild
wood
called
,
and
we
returned
to
it
.
For
many
years
we
used
to
go
out
every
now
and
again
and
look
for
the
Entwives
,
walking
far
and
wide
and
calling
them
by
their
beautiful
names
.
But
as
time
passed
we
went
more
seldom
and
wandered
less
far
.
And
now
the
Entwives
are
only
a
memory
for
us
,
and
our
beards
are
long
and
grey
.
The
Elves
made
many
songs
concerning
the
Search
of
the
Ents
,
and
some
of
the
songs
passed
into
the
tongues
of
Men
.
But
we
made
no
songs
about
it
,
being
content
to
chant
their
beautiful
names
when
we
thought
of
the
Entwives
.
We
believe
that
we
may
meet
again
in
a
time
to
come
,
and
perhaps
we
shall
find
somewhere
a
land
where
we
can
live
together
and
both
be
content
.
But
it
is
foreboded
that
that
will
only
be
when
we
have
both
lost
all
that
we
now
have
.
And
it
may
well
be
that
that
time
is
drawing
near
at
last
.
For
if
Sauron
of
old
destroyed
the
gardens
,
the
Enemy
today
seems
likely
to
wither
all
the
woods
.
'
There
was
an
Elvish
song
that
spoke
of
this
,
or
at
least
so
I
understand
it
.
It
used
to
be
sung
up
and
down
the
Great
River
.
It
was
never
an
Entish
song
,
mark
you
:
it
would
have
been
a
very
long
song
in
Entish
!
But
we
know
it
by
heart
,
and
hum
it
now
and
again
.
This
is
how
it
runs
in
your
tongue
:
Ent
.
When
Spring
unfolds
the
beechen
leaf
,
and
sap
is
in
the
bough
;
When
light
is
on
the
wild-wood
stream
,
and
wind
is
on
the
brow
;
When
stride
is
long
,
and
breath
is
deep
,
and
keen
the
mountain-air
,
Come
back
to
me
!
Come
back
to
me
,
and
say
my
land
is
fair
!
Entwife
.
When
Spring
is
come
to
garth
and
field
,
and
corn
is
in
the
blade
;
