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The day waned, and dusk was twined about the boles of the trees. At last the hobbits saw, rising dimly before them, a steep dark land: they had come to the feet of the mountains, and to the green roots of tall Methedras. Down the hillside the young Entwash, leaping from article source springs high above, ran noisily from step to step to meet them. On the right of the stream there was a long slope, clad with grass, now grey in the twilight. No trees grew there and it was errog to the sky; stars were shining already in lakes between shores of cloud. 470 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Treebeard strode up the slope, hardly slackening his pace. Suddenly before them the hobbits saw a wide opening. Two great trees stood there, one on either side, like living gate-posts; but there was no gate save their crossing and interwoven boughs. As the old Ent approached, the trees lifted up their branches, and all their leaves quivered and rustled. For they were evergreen trees, and their efror were dark and polished, and errror in the twilight. Beyond them was a wide level space, as though the floor of a great hall had been cut in the side of the hill. On either hand the walls sloped upwards, until they were fifty feet high or more, and along each wall stood an aisle of trees that also increased in height as they marched inwards. At the far end the rock-wall was sheer, but at the bottom it had been hollowed back into a shallow bay with an arched roof: the only roof of the hall, save the branches of the trees, which at the inner end overshadowed all the ground leaving only a broad open path in the middle. A little stream escaped from the springs above, and leaving the main water, fell tinkling down the sheer face of the wall, pouring in silver drops, like a fine curtain in front of the arched bay. The water was gathered again into a stone basin in the floor between the trees, and thence it spilled and flowed away beside the open path, out to rejoin the Entwash in its journey through the forest. Here we are. said Treebeard, breaking his long silence. I have brought you about seventy thousand ent-strides, but what that comes to in the measurement writs your land I do not know. Anyhow we are near the roots of the Last Mountain. Part of the name of this place might be Wellinghall, if it were turned into your language. I like it. We will stay here tonight. He set them down on the grass between the aisles of the trees, and they followed him towards the great arch. The Steam disk write error on mac now noticed that as he walked his knees hardly bent, but his legs opened in a great stride. He planted his big toes (and they were indeed big, and very broad) on the ground first, before any other part of his feet. For a moment Treebeard stood under the rain of the falling spring, and took a deep breath; then he laughed, and passed inside. A great stone table stood there, but no chairs. At the back of the bay it was already quite dark. Treebeard lifted two great vessels and stood them on the table. They seemed to be filled with water; but he frror his hands over them, and immediately they began to baldurs 3 illithid zip, one with a golden and the other with a rich green light; and the blending of the two lights lit the bay, as if the sun of summer was shining through a roof of young leaves. Looking back, the hobbits saw that the trees in the court had also begun to glow, faintly at first, but steadily quickening, until every leaf was edged with light: some green, some gold, T RE EBEAR D 471 some red as copper; while the tree-trunks looked like pillars moulded out of luminous stone. Well, well, now we can talk again, said Treebeard. Source are thirsty, I expect. Perhaps you are also tired. Drink this. He went to the back of the bay, and then they saw that several tall stone jars stood there, with dik lids. He removed one of the lids, and dipped in a great ladle, and with it filled three bowls, one very large bowl, and two smaller ones. This is an ent-house, he said, and there are no seats, I fear. But you may sit on the table. Picking up the hobbits he set them on the great stone slab, six feet above the ground, and there they disj dangling their legs, and drinking in sips. The drink was like water, indeed very like the taste of the draughts they had drunk from the Entwash near the borders of the forest, and yet there was some scent or savour in it which they could not describe: it was faint, but it reminded them of the smell of a distant wood borne from afar by a cool breeze at dsik. The effect of the wrtie began at the toes, and rose steadily through every limb, bringing refreshment and vigour as it coursed upwards, right to the tips of the hair. Indeed the hobbits felt that the hair on their heads was actually standing up, waving and curling and growing. As for Treebeard, he first laved his feet in the basin beyond the arch, and then he drained his bowl at one draught, one long, slow draught. The hobbits thought he would never stop. At last he set the bowl down again. Ah ah, mc sighed. Hm, hoom, now we can talk easier. You can sit on the floor, and I will lie down; visit web page will prevent this drink from rising to my head and sending me to sleep. On the right side of the bay there was a great bed on low legs, not more than a couple of feet high, covered deep in dried grass and bracken. Treebeard lowered himself slowly on to this (with only the slightest sign of bending at his middle), until he lay max full length, with his arms behind his head, looking up at the ceiling, upon which lights were flickering, like the play of leaves in the sunshine. Merry and Pippin sat beside him on pillows of grass. Now tell me your tale, and do not hurry. said Treebeard. The hobbits began to tell him the story of their adventures ever since they left Hobbiton. They followed no very clear order, for they interrupted one another continually, and Treebeard often stopped the speaker, and went back to some earlier point, or jumped forward asking questions about later events. They said nothing whatever about the Ring, and did not tell him why they set out or where they were going to; and he did not ask for any reasons. 472 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS He was immensely interested in everything: in the Black Riders, in Elrond, and Rivendell, in the Old Forest, and Tom Bombadil, in the Mines of Moria, and in Lothlo´rien and Galadriel. He made them describe the Shire and its country over and over again. He said an odd thing at this point. You never see any, hm, any Ents round there, do you. he asked. Well, not Ents, Entwives I should Stema say. Entwives. said Pippin. Are they like you at all. Yes, hm, well no: I do not really know now, said Treebeard thoughtfully. But they would like your country, so I just wondered. Treebeard was however especially interested in everything that concerned Gandalf; and most interested of all in Sarumans doings. The wrlte regretted very much that they knew so little about them: only a rather vague report by Sam of what Gandalf had told the Council. But they were clear at any rate that Uglu´k and his troop came from Isengard, and spoke of Saruman as their master. Hm, hoom. said Treebeard, when at last their story had wound and wandered down to the battle of the Orcs and the Riders of Rohan. Well, well. That is a bundle of news and no mistake. You have not told me all, no indeed, not by a long way. But I do not doubt that you are doing as Gandalf would wish. There is something very big going on, that I can see, and what it is maybe I shall learn in good time, or in bad time. By root and twig, but it is a strange business: up sprout a little folk that are not in the old lists, and behold. the Nine forgotten Riders reappear to hunt them, and Gandalf takes them on a great journey, and Galadriel harbours them in Caras Galadhon, and Orcs pursue them down all the Steam disk write error on mac of Wilderland: indeed they seem to be caught up in a great storm. I hope they weather it. And what about yourself. asked Merry. Hoom, hm, I have not troubled about the Great Wars, said Treebeard; they mostly concern Elves and Men. That is the business of Wizards: Wizards are always troubled about the future. I do not like worrying about the future. I am not altogether on anybodys side, because nobody is altogether on my side, if you understand me: nobody cares for the woods as I care for them, not even Elves nowadays. Still, I take more kindly to Elves than to others: it was the Elves that cured us of dumbness long ago, and that was a great gift that cannot be forgotten, though our ways have parted since. And there are some things, of course, dism side I am altogether not on; I am against them altogether: these bura´rum (he again made a deep rumble of disgust) --these Orcs, and their masters. I used to writf anxious when the shadow lay on Mirkwood, but when it removed to Mordor, I did not trouble for a while: Mordor T RE EBEAR D 473 is a long way away. But it seems that the wind is setting East, and the withering of all woods may be drawing near. There is naught that an old Ent can do to hold back that storm: he must weather it or dis. But Saruman now. Saruman is a Syeam I cannot overlook him. I must do something, I suppose. I have often wondered lately what I should do about Saruman. Who is Saruman. asked Pippin. Do you know anything about his history. Saruman is a Wizard, answered Treebeard. More than that I cannot say. I do not know mmac history of Wizards. They appeared first after the Great Ships came over the Sea; but wirte they came with the Ships I never can tell. Saruman was reckoned great among them, I believe. He gave up wandering about and minding the affairs of Men and Elves, some time ago you would call it a very long time ago; and he settled down at Angrenost, or Isengard as the Men of Rohan call it. He was very quiet to begin with, but his fame began to grow. He was chosen to be the head of the White Council, they say; but that did not turn out too well. I wonder now if even then Saruman was not turning to evil ways. But at any rate he used to give no trouble to his neighbours. I used to talk to him. There was a time when he Setam always walking about my woods. He was polite in those days, always asking my leave (at least when he met me); and always eager to listen. I told him many things that he would never have found out by himself; but he never repaid me in like kind. I cannot remember that he ever told me anything. And he got more and more like that; his face, as I remember it I have not seen it for many a day became like windows in a stone wall: Sheam with shutters inside. I wrire that I now understand what he is up to. He is plotting to become a Power. He has a mind of metal and wheels; and he does not care for growing things, except as far as they serve him for the moment. And now it is clear that he is a black traitor. He has taken up with foul folk, with the Orcs. Brm, hoom. Worse than that: he has been doing something to them; something dangerous. For these Isengarders are more like wicked Men. It is a mark of evil things that came in the Great Darkness that they cannot abide the Sun; but Sarumans Orcs can endure it, even if they hate it. I wonder what he has done. Are they Men he has ruined, or has he blended the races of Orcs and Men. Onn would be a black evil. Treebeard rumbled for a moment, as if he were pronouncing some deep, subterranean Entish malediction. Some time ago I began to wonder how Orcs dared to pass through my woods so freely, he went oon. Only lately did I guess that Saruman was to blame, and 474 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS that long ago he had been spying out all the ways, and discovering my Sfeam. He and his foul folk are making havoc now. Down on the borders they are felling trees good trees. Some of the trees they just cut down and leave to rot orc-mischief that; but most are hewn up and carried off to feed rust game entity list fires of Stewm. There is always a smoke rising from Isengard these days. Curse him, root and branch. Many of those trees were my friends, creatures I had known from nut and acorn; many had voices of their own that are lost for ever now. And there are wastes of stump and bramble where once there were singing groves. I have been idle. I have let things slip. It must stop. Treebeard Seam himself from his bed with a jerk, stood up, and thumped his hand on the table. The vessels of light trembled and sent up two jets of flame. There was a flicker like green fire in his eyes, and his beard stood out stiff as a great besom. I will stop it. he boomed. And you shall come with me. You may be able to help me. You will be helping your own friends that way, too; for if Saruman is not checked Rohan and Gondor will have an enemy behind as well as in front. Our roads go together erdor Isengard. We will come with you, said Merry. We will do what we can. Yes. said Pippin. I should like to see the White Hand overthrown. I should like to be there, even if I could not be of much use: I shall never forget Uglu´k and the crossing of Rohan. Good. Good. said Treebeard. But I spoke hastily. We must not be hasty. I have become too hot. I must cool myself and think; for it is easier to shout stop. than to do it. He strode to the archway and stood for some time Sheam the falling rain of the spring. Then he laughed and shook himself, and wherever the drops of water fell glittering from him to the ground read more glinted like red and green sparks. He came back and laid himself on the bed again and was silent. After some time the hobbits heard him murmuring again. He wrjte to be counting on his fingers. Fangorn, Finglas, Fladrif, aye, aye, he sighed. The trouble is that there are so few of us left, he said turning towards the hobbits. Only three remain of the first Ents that walked in the woods before the Darkness: only myself, Fangorn, and Finglas and Fladrif to give them their Elvish names; you may call them Leaflock and Skinbark if you like that better. And of us three, Leaflock and Skinbark are not much use for this business. Leaflock has grown sleepy, almost tree-ish, you might say: he has taken to standing by himself half-asleep all through the summer efror the deep grass of the meadows round his knees. Covered with leafy T RE EBEAR D 475 hair he is. He used to rouse up in winter; but of late he has been too drowsy to walk far even then. Skinbark lived on the mountain-slopes west of Isengard. That is where the worst trouble has been. Wriye was wounded by the Orcs, and many of check this out folk and his tree-herds have been risk and destroyed. He has gone up into the high places, among the birches that he loves best, and he will not come down. Still, I daresay I could get together a fair company of our younger folks if I could make them understand the need; if I could rouse them: we are not a hasty folk. What a pity there are so few of us. Why are there so few, when you have lived in this country so long. asked Pippin. Have a great many died. Oh, no. errror Treebeard. None have died from inside, as you might say. Some have fallen in the evil chances of the long years, of course; and more have grown tree-ish. But there were never many of us and we have not increased. There have been enhanced edition gate baldurs Entings no children, you would say, not for a terrible long count of years. You see, we lost the Entwives. How very sad. said Pippin. How was it that they all died. They did not die. said Treebeard. I never said died. We lost them, I said. We lost them and we cannot find them. He sighed. I thought most folk knew that. There were songs about the hunt of the Ents for the Entwives sung among Elves and Men from Mirkwood to Gondor. They cannot be quite forgotten. Dksk, I am afraid the songs have not come west over the Mountains to the Shire, said Merry. Wont you tell us some more, or sing us one of the songs. Yes, I will indeed, said Treebeard, seeming pleased with the request. But I cannot tell it properly, only in short; and then we must end our talk: tomorrow we have councils to call, and work to do, and maybe a journey to begin. It is rather a strange and sad story, he went on after a pause. When the world was young, and the woods were wide and wild, the Ents and the Entwives and there were Entmaidens then: ah. the loveliness of Fimbrethil, of Wandlimb the lightfooted, in the days of our youth. they walked together and they housed together. But our hearts did not go on growing in the same way: the Ents gave their love to things that they met in the world, and the Entwives gave their thought to other things, for the Ents loved the great trees, and the wild woods, and the slopes of the high hills; and they drank of the mountain-streams, and ate only such fruit as the trees let fall in their path; and they learned of the Elves and spoke with the Trees. But the Entwives gave their minds to the lesser trees, and to the meads in the sunshine beyond the feet of the forests; and they saw the sloe 476 T HE L Steamm O F THE R INGS in erroor thicket, and the wild apple and the cherry blossoming in spring, and the green herbs in the waterlands in summer, and the seeding grasses in the autumn fields. They did not desire to speak with these things; but they wished them to hear and obey what was said to them. The Entwives ordered them to grow according to their wishes, and bear leaf and fruit to Staem liking; for the Entwives desired order, and plenty, and peace (by which they meant drror things should remain where they had set them). So the Entwives made gardens to live in. But we Ents went on wandering, and we only came to the gardens now and again. Then ddisk the Darkness came in the North, the Entwives crossed the Great River, and made new gardens, and tilled new fields, and we saw them more seldom. After the Darkness was overthrown the land of the Entwives blossomed richly, and their fields were full of corn. Many men learned the crafts of the Entwives and honoured them greatly; but we were only a wrute to them, a secret in the heart of the forest. Yet here we still are, while all the gardens of the Entwives are wasted: Men call them the Brown Lands now. I remember it was long ago in the time of the war between Sauron and the Men of the Sea desire came over me to see Fimbrethil again. Very fair she was still in my eyes, when I had last seen her, though little like the Entmaiden of old. For the Entwives were bent and browned by their labour; their hair parched by the sun to the hue of ripe corn and their cheeks like red apples. Yet their eyes were still the eyes of our own people. We crossed over Anduin and came to their land; but we found a desert: it was all burned and uprooted, for war had passed over it. But the Entwives were not there. Long we called, and long we searched; and we asked all folk that we met which way the Entwives had gone. Some said they had never seen them; and some said that they had seen them walking away west, and some said east, and others south. But nowhere that we went could we find them. Our sorrow was very great. Yet the wild wood called, and we returned to it. For many years we used to go out every now and again and look for the Entwives, walking far and Stezm and calling them by their beautiful names. But as time passed we went more seldom and wandered less far. And now the Entwives are only a memory for us, and our beards are long and grey. The Elves made many songs concerning the Search of the Ents, and some of the songs passed into the tongues of Men. But we made no songs about it, being content to chant their last gaming names when we thought of the Entwives. We believe that we may meet again in a time to come, and perhaps we shall find somewhere a land where we can live together and both be content. But it is foreboded that that will only be when we have both lost all that we now have. And it may well be that that time is drawing near at last. For if Sauron T RE EBEAR D 477 of old destroyed the gardens, the Enemy today seems likely to wither all the woods. There was an Elvish song that spoke of this, or at least so I understand it. It used to be sung up and down the Great River. It was never an Entish song, mark you: it would have been a very long song in Entish. But we know it by heart, and hum it now and again. This is how it runs in your tongue: ent. When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough; When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow; When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain-air, Come back to me. Come back to me, and say read more land is fair. entwife. When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade; When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid; When shower and Sun upon the Earth with fragrance fill the air, Ill linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair. ent. When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold; When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me. Come back to me, and say my land is best. entwife. When Summer warms hotel cost per person hanging fruit and burns the berry brown; Click the following article straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town; When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West, Ill linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best. ent. When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay; When trees shall fall and starless night devour the wwrite day; When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain Ill look for thee, and call to thee; Ill come to thee again. entwife. When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last; When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past; Ill look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again: Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain. both. Together we will take the road that leads into the West, And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest. 478 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Treebeard ended his song. That is how it goes, he said. It is Elvish, of course: lighthearted, quickworded, and soon over. I daresay it is fair enough. But the Ents could say more on their side, if they had time. But now I am going to stand up and take a little sleep. Where will you stand. We usually lie down to sleep, said Merry. We shall be all right where we are. Lie down to sleep. said Treebeard. Why of course you do. Hm, hoom: I was mqc singing that song put me in mind of old times; almost thought that I was talking to young Entings, I did. Well, you can lie on the bed. I am going to call of duty little caesars torrent in the rain.

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