The Ent That Hunted Men For Sport | Fangorns Ancient Evil Awoke

Seven of us rode into Fangorn. We were experienced hunters. We knew the forest had a reputation. We didn't care. By the third day we understood something was wrong. The trees had moved in the night. The paths we had marked were gone. And something was watching us, had been watching us since the moment we entered, with a patience that had nothing human in it. We didn't find what was killing the villagers. It found us. What lives in the deep places of Fangorn is not what the old stories describe. The Ents are ancient and wise, shepherds of the forest, protectors of living things. What we encountered was something older than that wisdom. Something that had once been part of that world and had lost whatever made it gentle. What remained was age and power and a hunger that had nothing to do with food. It didn't want to kill us quickly. That was the thing I understood too late. It wanted to watch us run. Whispers From The Shire brings to life the forgotten histories and untold stories of Middle-earth through immersive first-person storytelling. An unofficial fan-made project inspired by the works of J.R.R. Tolkien. Not affiliated with or endorsed by Middle-earth Enterprises.