In truth the Elder Tree is quite delighted
To see such a mix of small ones to be counted.
He suspects that not since the land was Blighted
And quests to save the land were mounted--

"Wait," he starts, "can it be?
Thou hast met before this Elder Tree?"

He peers, then, and hands held wide
(more branches hanging by his side),

"Some of thee art well remembered, here.
Thou helped clear my oaken heart of fear
For an acorn lost, soul in seed form,
A grief that left me most forlorn.

Welcome then, elves and humans and those of stone,
Thou need not search all alone."

And to Sina he turns,
(The favourite, now, not to be spurned,)

"Youngling, thine love for this forest is strong,
It lives within thee, as a song.
For that these ancient trees are grateful.
-- Perhaps our meeting here is fateful?"
Before our ways part I shall gift thee a song."