Faramir in the Drúadan Forest

[When he turned the corner, suddenly as if appearing by magic before Faramir on the ground sat a strange squat shape of a man, gnarled as an old stone, and the hairs of his scanty beard straggled on his lumpy chin like dry moss. He was short-legged and fat-armed, thick and stumpy, and clad only with grass about his waist. Faramir felt that he had seen him before somewhere, and suddenly he remembered the Púkel-men of the western white mountains where he went hunting as a young boy. Here was one of those old images brought to life, or maybe a creature descended in true line through endless years from the models used by the forgotten craftsmen long ago.

Out of the trees crept warily other púkel-shapes so like old like the one before him so that Faramir could hardly tell them apart. They spoke to each other in a strange throaty language. He notices they are carrying an old woman who seems sick and dying. And then at last, to Faramir:]

"We have listened, we will consult. Gorgûn no enter forest. Land beyond, Stonewain Valley, no concern. We will give these gifts to your father and be on your way"

[Ten druedain bearing bags of valuable herbs and spices gathered from the old plants deep within the forest appear from the brush]


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