The White Badger Inn

Councils
"Gone like wind in the Meadows"
J.R.R. Tolkien gave us the Ents: deliberate-acting, cautious-thinking wise Tree-Shepherds who command our respect.
The Ents, in turn, give us the Entmoot: an assembly of Ents (often the wise and older ones) who convene to discuss matters of import. By the end of the Third Age, however these meetings had become rare.
What is significant about an Entmoot?
Two things:
Firstly, because Entmoots correspond to our world's Councils. Many long years ago, Christendom was full of Councils, some of the more notable being the Council of Carthage, the Nicene Council, and so forth. These Councils and creeds were important; not because they superceded Scripture, but because they clarified the Orthodox position in light of Scripture. Had the Nicene Council been heeded in modern times, the Jehovah's Witnesses could not have gained the foothold they now claim. Entmoots were called to resolve issues that dealt (primarily, but sometimes indirectly) with the Ents and their trees. Treebeard told Merry & Pippin that the Ents rarely concerned themselves with the World, unless it pertained to Ents.
Secondly, the importance of Entmoots is that we are able to directly link the decline of that which is sacred, to the decline of the Entmoot.
For instance, the Entmoot held while Merry & Pippin were with Treebeard, lasted for three days. This was short compared to earlier Entmoots, but - as I point out - times were changing.
Merry and Pippin could hear the voices of the Ents rising and falling as they debated. Then suddenly, on the afternoon of March 2, there was silence followed by a great shout. The Ents had decided to go to war against Saruman. They marched out of Derndingle, singing as they went, and headed south to Isengard.
They were resolute. When they decided upon a thing, they acted upon it. Men were not that way...impulsive and head-strong, they were often foolish and corrupt. When the Age of Men was on the rise, the Age of Councils (Entmoots) and all things sacred was passing. The Age of Magic, Age of the Elves, Age of the Ancients, was dying.
We would do well to take heed. When Christendom closes their ears to the Councils of our Fathers, the decline of all things holy is sure to find us racing into battle with no wise deliberation.
Where, O Where, Treebeard, have the Councils gone? Why does the Age of Men find us with such unconcern for Scripture? If we truly care for It, let us affirm it with our lives, our words...our Councils.
King Theoden mourned when he asked:
"Where is the Horse and the Rider?
Where is the Horn that was blowing?
They have passed like Rain on the Mountains,
Like Wind in the Meadows.
The Days have gone down in the West,
Behind the Hills,
Into Shadow.
How did it come to this?"