Yule Mathoms 2005 Collected
December 7 - 18 earnest ents: 3. Untitled - by Wolfwind
Milady and her visitor spoke earnestly; I couldn't understand the words, but their agitation was clear enough, after the year I'd spent studying under her. I waited, not wanting to intrude. I was hoping that perhaps he would at last change his mind and stay, and milady would be happy.
But it was not to be. He turned away, to join his fellows in the road. The eighteen Ents walked off; he did not look back.
She did not weep; I do not know if she could. But I saw the pain on her so-foreign features; I wept for her.