Summary: Not all fields bear fruit. An aesthetics parable.
Characters/Pairing: Ents, Yavanna
Disclaimer: I'm neither JRRT nor making money off this.
All children quarrel.
The Elves slaughtered kindred. Aulë’s children, with their seven houses, enslaved their own. Men had ever warred, and Oromë’s beloved beasts ate each other.
The Entwives planted, while Ent-husbands herded. Fractious fruit, such division, that hardened like bark:
Wilderness is grand and good!
Gardens are beautiful and novel!
But care comes ever first – manifold care. Yavanna had ploughed the ancient earth, pinching earthworms from clay, for wilderness and garden, and she brought forth bountiful ivies for forest and field.
They will outlast all quarrels, if not grief: her children sleep separately. There will be no more Entings.