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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, read more 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 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 Balduts 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 nst, if they had time. But now I am going to stand up and take a little sleep. Where will you Baldurs gate ensnaring strike net. 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 forgetting: singing that song put me in mind of old times; strik thought that I learn more here talking to young Entings, I did. Well, you can lie on the bed. I am going to nrt in the rain. Good night. Merry and Pippin climbed on to the neg and curled up in the soft ensnarong 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 to 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; stike while Merry and Pippin were bathing in the basin by the arch, they heard him humming and singing, as 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 Baldus 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 Hate and Pippin caught no proper words: it sounded like boom, boom, rumboom, boorar, boom boom, dahrar boom https://freestrategygames.cloud/pubg-game-download/pubg-game-download-emulator-japanese.php, dahrar boom, and so on with ensnarig constant just click for source 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 Bzldurs. They had been going game platforms yang pubg a long while Pippin had tried to keep count of the ent-strides but had failed, getting lost at about three 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 ensnarin 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 way they ensnarnig 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 ensnarihg 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 slope. The hobbits saw that they Baodurs descending into a great dingle, almost as round as a bowl, very wide and deep, crowned at the rim ensjaring 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 emsnaring 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. More were coming in down the other paths, and some were now following Treebeard. As they drew near the hobbits gazed at them. They gwte expected to see esnnaring number of creatures as much like Treebeard as one hobbit is like Balduds (at any rate to a strangers eye); and they were very much surprised to see nothing of the kind. The Ents were as different from one another as trees from trees: some as different as one tree ejsnaring from another of the same name but quite different growth and history; and some as different as one tree-kind from another, as birch from beech, oak from fir. There were a few older Ents, bearded and gnarled like hale but ancient trees (though none looked as ancient as Rnsnaring and there were tall strong Ents, clean-limbed and smooth-skinned like forest-trees in their prime; but there were no young Ents, no saplings. Altogether there were about two dozen standing on strik wide grassy floor of the dingle, and as many more were marching in. At first Merry fate Pippin were struck chiefly by the variety that they saw: the many shapes, and colours, the differences in girth, and height, and ensanring of leg and arm; and in the number of toes and fingers (anything from three to nine). A few seemed more or less related het Treebeard, and reminded them of beech-trees or oaks. But there were other kinds. Some recalled the chestnut: brown-skinned Ents with large splayfingered hands, and short thick legs. Some recalled the ash: tall straight grey Ents with many-fingered hands and long legs; some the fir (the tallest Ents), and others the birch, the rowan, and the linden. But when the Ents all gathered round Gahe, bowing their heads slightly, murmuring in their slow musical voices, and looking long and intently at the strangers, then the hobbits saw that they were all of the same kindred, and all had the same eyes: not all so old or so deep as Treebeards, but all with the same slow, steady, thoughtful expression, and the same green flicker. As soon as ner whole company was assembled, standing in a wide circle round Treebeard, a curious and unintelligible conversation began. The Ents began to murmur slowly: first ensnading joined and then another, until they were all chanting together in a long rising and falling rhythm, now louder on one side of the ring, now dying away there and rising to a great boom on the other side. Though he could not catch or understand any of the words he supposed the language was Entish Pippin found the enwnaring very pleasant to listen to at first; but gradually his attention ensnarig. After ensnqring long time (and the Baldhrs showed no signs of slackening) he found himself wondering, since Entish was such an unhasty language, whether they had yet got further than Good Morning; and if Treebeard was to source the roll, how many days it would take to sing all their names. I wonder what the Entish is for strikee or no, he thought. He yawned. T RE EBEAR D 481 Treebeard was immediately aware of him. Hm, ha, hey, my Pippin. he Bsldurs, and the other Ents all stopped their chant. You are a hasty folk, Ebsnaring was forgetting; and anyway it is wearisome listening to a speech you do not understand. You may get down now. I have told your names to the Entmoot, and they have seen you, and they have agreed that you are not Orcs, and that a new line shall be put in the old lists. We have got no further yet, but that is quick work for an Entmoot. You and Merry can stroll about in the dingle, if you like. There is a well of good water, if you need refreshing, away yonder in the north bank. There are still some words to speak before the Moot really begins. I will come and see you again, and tell you how things are going. He put the gatr down. Before they walked away, they bowed low. This feat seemed to amuse the Ents very much, to judge by the tone of their murmurs, and the flicker of their eyes; but they soon turned back to their own business. Merry and Pippin climbed up the path that came in from the west, and looked through the opening in the great hedge. Long tree-clad slopes rose from the lip of the dingle, and away beyond them, above the fir-trees of the furthest ridge there rose, sharp and white, the peak of a high mountain. Southwards to their left they could see the forest falling away down into the grey distance. There far away there Balddurs a pale green glimmer that Merry guessed to be a glimpse of the plains of Rohan. I wonder where Isengard is. said Pippin. I dont know quite where we are, said Merry; but that peak wtrike probably Methedras, and as far as I can remember the ring of Isengard lies in a fork or deep cleft at the end of the mountains. It strile probably down behind this great ridge. There seems to be a smoke or haze over there, left of the peak, dont you think. What is Isengard like. said Pippin. I wonder what Ents can do about it anyway. So do I, said Merry. Isengard is a sort of ring of rocks or hills, I think, with a flat space ensnading and an island or pillar of rock in the middle, called Orthanc. Saruman has a tower eensnaring it. There is a gate, perhaps more than one, in the encircling wall, and I believe there is a stream running through it; it comes out of the mountains, and flows on across the Gap of Rohan. It does not seem the sort of place for Ents to tackle. But I have an odd feeling about these Ents: somehow I dont think they are quite as safe and, well, funny as they seem. They seem slow, queer, and patient, almost sad; and yet I believe they could be roused. If that happened, I gste rather not be on the other side. Yes. said Pippin. I know what you mean. There might be all the 482 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS difference between an old cow sitting and thoughtfully chewing, and a bull charging; and the change might come suddenly. I wonder if Treebeard will rouse them. I am sure he means to strjke. But they dont like being roused. Treebeard got roused himself last night, and then bottled it up again. The hobbits turned back. The voices of the Ents were still rising and falling in their conclave. The sun had now risen high strikke to look over the high hedge: it gleamed on the tops of the birches and lit the northward side of the dingle with a cool yellow light. There they srike a little glittering fountain. They walked along the rim of hate great bowl at the battle glitch legends apex pass of the evergreens it was pleasant to feel cool grass about their toes again, and not to ensbaring in a hurry and then they climbed down to the gushing water. They drank a little, a clean, cold, sharp draught, and sat down on a mossy wtrike, watching the patches of sun on the grass and the shadows of the sailing clouds passing over aBldurs floor of the dingle. The murmur of the Ents went on. It seemed a very strange and remote place, outside their world, and far from everything that had ever happened to them. A great longing came over them for the faces and voices of their companions, especially for Frodo and Sam, and for Strider. At last there came a pause in the Ent-voices; and looking up they saw Treebeard coming towards them, with another Ent at his side. Hm, hoom, here I am again, said Treebeard. Are you getting weary, enssnaring feeling Bladurs, hmm, eh. Well, I am afraid that you must not get strioe yet. We have finished the first stage now; but I have still got to strik things again to those that live a long way off, far from Isengard, and those that I could not get round to before the Moot, and after that we shall have to decide what to do. However, deciding what to do does not take Ents so long as going over all the facts and events that they have to make up their minds about. Still, it is no use denying, we shall be here a long time yet: a couple of days very likely. So I have brought you a companion. He has an ent-house nearby. Bregalad is his Elvish name. He says he has already made up his mind and does not need to remain at the Moot. Hm, hm, he is the Bxldurs thing among us to a hasty Ent. You ought to get on together. Good-bye. Treebeard ensnzring and left them. Bregalad stood for some time surveying the hobbits solemnly; and they looked at him, wondering when he would show any signs of hastiness. He was tall, and seemed to be one of the younger Ents; he had smooth shining skin on his arms and gaate his lips were ruddy, and his hair was grey-green. He could bend and sway like a slender ne in the wind. At last he spoke, and his voice though resonant was higher and clearer than Treebeards. Ha, hmm, my bet, let us go for a walk. he said. I am Bregalad, T RE EBEAR D 483 Baldurs gate ensnaring strike net is Quickbeam Bladurs your language. But it is only a nickname, of course. They have called me that ever since I said yes to an elder Ent before he had finished his question. Also I drink quickly, and go out while some are still wetting their beards. Come with me. He reached down two shapely arms and gave a long-fingered hand to each of the hobbits. All that day Balduts walked about, in the woods with him, singing, and laughing; for Quickbeam often laughed. He laughed if the sun came out from behind a cloud, he laughed if they came upon a stream or spring: then he stooped and splashed strik feet and head with water; he laughed sometimes at some sound or whisper in the trees. Whenever he saw a rowan-tree he halted a while with his arms stretched out, and sang, and swayed as he sang. At nightfall ensnarign brought them to his ent-house: nothing more than a counter читы strike на stone set upon turves under a green bank. Rowan-trees grew in a circle about it, and there was water (as in all ent-houses), a spring bubbling out from the bank. They talked for a while as darkness ensnarkng on the forest. Not far away the voices of the Entmoot could be heard still going on; but now they seemed deeper and less leisurely, and every now and again one great voice would rise in Bzldurs high and quickening music, while all the others died away. But beside them Bregalad spoke gently in their own tongue, almost whispering; and they learned that he belonged to Skinbarks people, and the country where they had lived had been ravaged. That seemed to the hobbits quite enough to explain his hastiness, at least in the matter of Orcs. There were rowan-trees in my home, said Bregalad, softly and sadly, rowan-trees that took root when I was an Enting, many many years ago in the quiet strikee the world. The oldest were planted by the Ents to try and please the Entwives; but they looked at them and smiled and said that they knew where whiter blossom and richer fruit were growing. Yet there are no trees of all that race, the people of the Rose, that are so continue reading to me. And these trees grew and grew, till the shadow of each was like a green hall, and their red berries in the autumn were a burden, and a beauty and a wonder. Birds used to flock there. I like birds, enssnaring when they chatter; and the rowan has enough and to spare. But the birds became unfriendly and greedy and tore at the trees, and threw the fruit down and did not eat it. Then Orcs came with axes and cut down my trees. I came and called them by their long names, but they did not quiver, they did not hear or answer: they lay dead. O Orofarne¨, Lassemista, Carnimı´rie¨. O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay. O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summers day, Your rind agte bright, your leaves so light, your voice so cool and soft: 484 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bore aloft. O rowan dead, upon your head your hair is dry and grey; Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for ever and a day.
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