Sing, Valenwood, shout Green Tell the tale of the mover, the shaper, the one, the Wilderking. His eye projects outward to the world and touches everything he perceives: by his thoughts he shapes it. Do you know where to find him? Have you looked to the hills? Have you looked to the trees? He is not there. Because "there" is a place, and a place has boundaries, but The Wilderking is boundless. His is the Court and the Throne. He is the Court and the Throne. When he walks, his footfalls fall on himself.