Trickling water was gently filling Neuvillette's ears as he smiled while reclining against the stone that served as his pillow. He found himself nestled in a bubbling stream that meandered through the ancient forest of Fangorn.

The sound of heavy footsteps prompted him to raise his gaze, and amidst the floating white and blue strands of hair surrounding him, he beheld Treebeard, an Ent, approaching. "There you are, my lord," the Ent spoke, bowing low. "Times are changing, my lord. You should not linger in this place much longer, for I fear it will embolden the orcs and they may venture into this forest. I implore you, my lord, you must come with me."

Neuvillette chuckled softly but stood up gracefully, snapping his elegant fingers as robes of pure azure cloth enveloped him. His ears perked slightly as a crimson band wound around his temple. "Alright, alright, don't fret, dear friend," he said with a smile. "Now, let us proceed." Stepping out of the pool, he walked alongside Treebeard towards the clearing where the Ents usually gathered in ancient times.

He seated himself and interlaced his fingers, thoughtful. "You wished to discuss something important with me, did you not?" he inquired, and Neuvillette raised his gaze. Treebeard nodded solemnly. "Indeed," he confirmed, "times are shifting. The orcs are becoming more audacious, and the elves are showing signs of unease. You should journey to Rivendell, or alternatively, seek refuge in the Shire. The venerable Greybeard desires your presence there, entrusting you with the protection of a certain hobbit."

"Oh, does he now?" Neuvillette inquired with a smirk. "What schemes does the aged Gandalf entertain in his intricate thoughts?" Treebeard shook his head. "I cannot disclose that, my lord. However, if you are determined to undertake this venture, I shall not hinder you. It is just that you have been instrumental in sustaining Fangorn's vitality throughout the ages. It would deeply wound us if any harm befell you."

Neuvillette chuckled once more and shook his head. "Rest assured, I have no intentions of succumbing. As an esteemed Archon, I possess the prowess and tenacity that justify my title."

Treebeard sighed heavily before thundering, "You may depart at your leisure, my lord." He called out as he vanished amidst the trees. Neuvillette sighed and tilted his head back, gazing up at the verdant canopy above.

Birds flitted around, yet Fangorn was eerily quiet, almost barren as if touched by death itself with the ascension of the dark lord. The forests at its periphery were even more ominous, with malevolent thoughts encircling Neuvillette's former comrades.

Standing tall, the Archon of Inexorable Judgment raised his hands, and a majestic white steed materialized alongside a handful of saddles not of its usual trappings. It neighed and stamped its hoof as Neuvillette approached it. "Hello there, Snowbolt. I apologize for not visiting you sooner; you were grazing with dear Niagara, were you not?" The horse tossed its head and stomped its hoof once more, prompting Neuvillette to chuckle as he affectionately patted its aged neck.

"I will ensure that you and Niagara reunite soon, dear old friend. Now, let us depart. I am bound for the Shire," Neuvillette declared. Snowbolt huffed, allowing his rider to mount him, and they swiftly departed, disappearing like a fleeting shadow amidst the gloomy, dense trees.