My son wanted to know what would happen if an Ent got the One Ring. Something violent, probably.
Stones will break, and roots will squeeze, vines will grow and bend all knees; mushrooms hunt and thorns yolk; weeds strangle and flowers choke. The age of skin is done. The hour of bark is come. Baruuum.
holy shit wes dat poem
This isn’t even my fandom and I got chills.