Ents are walking, sentient trees, mentioned in Tolkein’s Lord of the Rings. They’re on the verge of extinction because they reproduce sexually, but the female Ents all went wandering thousands of years ago. The tribes of male and female Ents have lost contact. This is what became of them, in a dream I had the other day.
Obviously getting wood isn’t a problem, but they move so slowly the humans didn’t realise they’re having sex.
So people just think it’s an arboretum, and that someone must have put it there, which is nice of whoever it was. People eat their lunches in the shade of the fucking Ents.
Unfortunately a news crew does an item on the mystery forest, and accidentally plays the footage on TV on Fast Forward.
Suddenly people realise the Luxembourg Mall forest is having sex, and are scandalised.
Religious leaders whip up a torch-bearing mob to drive out the Immigrant Mutant Trees, who are mocking decency and God.
Others come out to support the lovestruck Ents, who are just acting naturally, especially after such a long separation. So there’s a huge fight in the shade of the fucking Ents, which the Ents ignore, because they’re slowly getting busy.
But there’s a lot of Ent in the air, and many of the humans on both sides are pollinated.
Hybrid human/Ent life forms are born after abnormally long gestation periods. They never come to understand human sexual hang-ups (“we’re only flesh and sap”), and mostly have public sex and write abnormally long epic poems.
Many take human lovers.
The Tolkien Estate disowns them.