Slow Ents : A Fanfic 1.0

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In this alternate history, Boromir doesn't die and is also captured by orcs along side Merry and Pippin. They escape together into Fangorn. Gríma Wormtongue also flees Isengard with the Keys of Orthanc in-hand under unknown circumstances (probably sick of Sharkeys shit!) and crosses paths with our favorite hobbit pals and dear Boromir by the twist fate. They soon encounter the tree friends.

"They are large, and strong and Mr. Boromir suggests we weaponize them against the orcs!" -Pippin

"I hope you have a few weeks." -Merry

They decide to rouse the ents for war against the orcs! But maybe later. Time to eat!

After supper Merry and Pippin use their Fast Hitch skills to build a hammock for some well deserved Peace, and Thought. They happened to tie the rope around Skinbark and Beechbone whom were still being treeish.

With a Good Meal firmly in their bellies, Pippin recalled Gildor's Counsel/the last party he has had while Merry; fondling the stolen Keys of Orthanc he pick-pocketed off Gríma, pondered the many weeks to come...perhaps an Hour of Wrath where he must finally prove himself a most magnificent hobbit indeed.

"I want to party" -Pippin "Shut up Pippin" - Merry

Basically at some point there's an Entmoot AKA ent party! Hoooooom! Pippin rejoiced with hobbit glee. Treebeard invited Gandalf who brought along this dude with a crazy name. Something like Ghân-buri-Ghân. Gléowine provided the evenings entertainment with cheer and song. Merry and Pippin drink plenty of Ent Draught that night. Even some of the ents become Boomed and Trumpeted by the end...especially that Quickbeam.

"Hopefully tomorrow we can hunt some orc!" -Boromir

The End.