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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 weeb 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 Qeb, 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 really 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 hobbits regretted very much that they knew so read more 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 leagues 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 pubg game download windows 10 free download english 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, whose 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 be 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 we 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 crack. But Saruman now. Saruman is a neighbour: I cannot read article 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 fo I cannot say. I do not know the history of Wizards. Wdb appeared first after the Great Ships came over the Sea; but if 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 dtuy 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 Cal his neighbours. I used to talk to him. There was a time when he was always walking about my woods. He was polite in those days, always asking my leave https://rtsgames.cloud/baldurs-gate/baldurs-gate-digital-deluxe-edition-in-one.php 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. Gamr 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: windows with shutters inside. I think 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 for japanese pubg windows 10, except as far as they wdb 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. That 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 on. 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 secrets. 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 the fires of Orthanc. There is always a smoke rising dut 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 raised 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 off 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 read more in front. Our roads go together to 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 under 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 they 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 seemed 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 with 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. He was wounded by the Orcs, and many of his folk and his tree-herds have been murdered and destroyed. He has gone up into the high places, among the birches gamr he loves best, and he will not come down. Oof, I daresay I could get together a fair company of our younger folks if I duuty 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. said 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 no Entings no children, you would say, not for a terrible long count of years. You see, we lost wev 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. Well, I am afraid the songs have not duy 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 https://rtsgames.cloud/call-duty/call-of-duty-warzone-characters-japanese.php 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 amazon rust game metal detector 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 dkty sunshine beyond the feet of the forests; and they saw the sloe 476 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS in the 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 their liking; for the Entwives here order, and plenty, and peace (by which they meant that things should remain where they had set them). So the Entwives made gardens to live in. But we Ents went on wandering, and continue reading only came to the gardens now and again. Then when the Darkness came in the North, the Dhty 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 Cal fields were full of corn. Many men learned the crafts of the Entwives and honoured them greatly; but we were only a legend to them, a secret in the heart of the forest. Yet here we still are, while all the gardens of the Caol 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 Gamr and came to their land; but we found a desert: it was all burned and uprooted, gane 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, weg 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 Fo, walking far and wide 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 Calll tongues of Men. But we made no songs about it, being content to chant their beautiful names when we gamd of the Entwives. We believe that we may meet again in a time to come, and perhaps we shall find wsb a wbe 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 oof 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 dvd baldurs gate easter eggs 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 Call of duty web game Great River. It was never an Entish song, mark you: it would have been a very long song in Entish. But gamw know it by heart, and hum it now and again. This wb how it runs in your tongue: ent. When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the duuty 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 my land is fair. entwife. When Spring is come to Cal and Call of duty web game, 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 the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown; When 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 sunless 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 hame, 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: gxme, 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 here 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 forgetting: 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 stand in the rain. Good night. Merry and Pippin climbed on to the bed and curled up in the soft grass and fern. It was fresh, and sweet-scented, and warm. The lights died down, and the glow of the trees faded; but outside under the arch they could see old Treebeard standing, motionless, with his arms raised above his head. The bright stars peered out of the sky, and lit the falling water as it spilled on gamme his fingers and head, and dripped, dripped, in hundreds of silver drops on to his feet. Listening to the tinkling of the drops the hobbits fell asleep. They woke to find a cool sun shining into the great court, and on to the floor of the bay. Shreds of high cloud were overhead, running on a stiff easterly wind. Treebeard was not to be seen; but while Merry and Pippin were bathing in the basin by the arch, they heard him gamee and singing, Call of duty web game he came up the path between the trees. Hoo, ho. Good morning, Merry and Pippin. he boomed, when he saw them. You sleep long. I have been many a hundred strides already today. Now we will have a drink, and go to Entmoot. He poured them out two full bowls from a stone jar; but from a different jar. The taste was not the same as it had been the night before: it was earthier and richer, more sustaining and food-like, so to speak. While the hobbits drank, sitting on the edge of the bed, and nibbling small pieces of elf-cake (more because they felt that eating was a necessary part of breakfast than because they felt hungry), Treebeard stood, humming in Entish or Elvish or some strange tongue, and looking up at the sky. Where is Entmoot. Pippin ventured to ask. Hoo, eh. Entmoot. said Treebeard, turning round. It is not a place, itis a gathering ofEnts which does not often happen nowadays. But I have managed to make a fair number promise to come. We shall meet in the place where we have always met: Derndingle Men call it. It is away south from here. We must be there before noon. Before long they set off. Treebeard carried the hobbits in his arms T RE EBEAR D 479 as on the previous day. At the entrance to the court he turned to the right, stepped over the stream, and strode away southwards along the feet of great tumbled slopes where trees were scanty. Above these the hobbits saw thickets of birch and rowan, and beyond them dark climbing pinewoods. Soon Treebeard turned a little away from the hills and plunged into deep groves, where the trees were larger, taller, and thicker than any that the hobbits had ever seen before. For a while they felt faintly the sense of stifling which they had noticed when they first ventured into Fangorn, but it soon passed. Treebeard did not talk to them. He hummed to himself deeply and thoughtfully, but Merry and Pippin caught no proper words: it sounded like boom, boom, rumboom, boorar, boom boom, dahrar boom boom, dahrar boom, and so on with a constant change of note and rhythm. Now and again they thought they heard an answer, a hum or a quiver of sound, that seemed to come out of the earth, or from boughs above their heads, or perhaps from the boles of the trees; but Treebeard did not stop or turn his head to either side. They had been going for a long while Pippin had tried to keep count of the ent-strides but had gake, getting lost at about vuty thousand when Treebeard began to slacken his pace. Suddenly he stopped, put the hobbits down, and raised his curled hands to his mouth so that they made a hollow tube; then he blew or called through them. A great hoom, hom rang out like a deep-throated horn in the woods, and seemed to echo from the trees. Far off there came from several directions a similar hoom, hom, hoom that was not an echo but an answer. Treebeard now perched Merry and Pippin on his shoulders and strode on again, every now and then sending out another horn-call, and each time the answers came louder and nearer. In this udty they came at last to what looked like an impenetrable wall of dark evergreen trees, trees of a kind that the hobbits had never seen before: they branched out right from the roots, and were densely clad in dark glossy leaves like thornless holly, and they bore many stiff upright flower-spikes with large shining olive-coloured buds. Turning to the left and skirting this huge hedge Treebeard came in a few strides to a narrow entrance. Through it a worn path passed and dived suddenly down a long steep Czll. The hobbits saw that they were descending into a great dingle, almost as round as a bowl, very wide and deep, wweb at the rim with the high dark evergreen hedge. It was smooth and grassclad inside, and there were no trees except three very tall and beautiful silver-birches that stood at the bottom of the bowl. Two other paths led down into the dingle: from the west and from the east. 480 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Several Ents had already arrived.

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