Fangorn
A constrained-writing poem/drabble by illwynd
Disclaimer: Tolkien's ideas. Not mine.

Far I roam; a lofty elevation
or river's water are never toilsome
obstacles. Forests perpetual are my one wardship.
Talk slowly, my friend. Hoom hom. Ent language,
yes, is unhasty; wearisome maybe. Regardless, if
Entwives traverse near… (I speculate; already I roamed
westwards. And eastwards, shriveled are Entwife lands!) A
surpassing hasty business is undertaken, searching through. Soon
combating, Ents will march! Affraying at the stronghold,
proving strength! A clever fool, traitorous
master of Isengard, except he
disregards
adjacent
neighbors,
mistaking
Fangorn's
drowse of
watchful
continuing
for weak
downfall.
As trees
see, they,
if antagonized,
emanate terrifying powers. Enemies dissipate.

Note: This was the result of a very difficult constrained-writing exercise. Count the number of letters in the words, and you will find... that yes, this is 101 digits of Pi. I figure the Ents would have time to stand around measuring circles, if anyone would. XD