Jimmy took some pictures of my costume while we were in the woods this weekend. I was an entwife for Halloween. I am especially proud of how my headpiece came out. Favorite costume I’ve ever worked on! Since the entwives of Fangorn forest were never found, I took some artistic license. Hope you enjoy!
“There have been no Entings – no children, you would say, not for a terrible long count of years. You see, we lost the Entwives.”
“How very sad!” said Pippin. “How was it that they all died?”
“They did not die!” said Treebeard, “I never said died. We lost them, I said. We lost them and we cannot find them.”
“It is rather a strange and sad story,” he went on after a pause. “When the world was young, and the woods were wide and wild, the Ents and the Entwives — and there were Entmaidens then: ah! the loveliness of Fimbrethil, of Wandlimb the light-footed, in the days of our youth! — they walked together and they housed together.
But our hearts did not go on growing in the same way; the Ents gave their love to things that they met in the world, and the Entwives gave their thought to other things, for the Ents loved the great trees, and the wild woods, and the slopes of the high hills; and they drank of the mountain streams, and ate only such fruit as the trees let fall in their path; and they learned of the Elves and spoke with the Trees. But the Entwives gave their minds to lesser trees, and to the meads in the sunshine beyond the feet of the forests; and they saw the sloe in the thicket, and the wild apple and the cherry blossoming in spring, and the green herbs in the water lands in the summer, and the seeding grasses in the autumn fields.
They did not desire to speak with these things; but they wished them to hear and obey what was said to them. The Entwives ordered them to grow according to their wishes, and bear leaf and fruit to their liking; for the Entwives desired order, and plenty, and peace (by which they meant that things should remain where they had set them). So the Entwives made gardens to live in. But we Ents went on wandering, and we only came to the gardens now and again.
Then when the Darkness came in the North, the Entwives crossed the Great River, and made new gardens, and tilled new fields, and we saw them more seldom. After the Darkness was overthrown the land of the Entwives blossomed richly, and their fields were full of corn. Many men learned the crafts of the Entwives and honored them greatly; but we were only a legend to them, a secret in the heart of the forest. Yet here we still are, while al the gardens of the Entwives are wasted. Mencall them the Brown Lands now.
“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 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 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. 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.