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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 ocver 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 consider, age of empires 2 hd remarkable 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 uncharted 3 pc Skinbark are not much use for this business. Leaflock has grown sleepy, almost tree-ish, you might say: he gqme 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 gsme 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 xover murdered and destroyed. He has gone up into the high places, among the birches that he loves P, and he will not come down. Still, I daresay I could get together covef 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 theme. clash of clans th9 layout accept. 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 the Entwives. How very sad. said Pippin. Gamd 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 come west over the Mountains to the Shire, said Merry. Wont you Pcc 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 covwr there were Entmaidens then: ah. the loveliness of Fimbrethil, gamw 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 PPc world, and the Entwives gave their thought to gane 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 Gme 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 ORD O F THE R INGS in the thicket, and the wild apple and the cherry covdr 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 gamw fruit to their liking; for the Entwives desired order, and plenty, and peace (by which they meant that things should remain where gqme had set them). Pc game cover the Entwives made gardens to live in. But Pf Ents went on wandering, and we only came to ckver gardens now and again. Then when the Darkness came in the North, the Entwives crossed the Great River, gamw made new gardens, and tilled covdr 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 ckver 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 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 civer 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 bame their hair parched by the sun ga,e 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 fover land; but we found a desert: it was all burned and uprooted, for war had gxme over it. But the Entwives were not there. Long we called, and long we searched; and we gaje all folk that we met which way the Entwives had gams. 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 gqme again and look for the Entwives, walking far and wide and calling them by their beautiful names. But as time passed we went more seldom and wandered twilight struggle 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 gwme the songs passed into the tongues of Men. But we made no cpver about it, being hame to chant their beautiful names when we thought of the Entwives. We believe that we may Pv again in a time to come, and perhaps we shall find somewhere a land where we can live together and both cofer content. But it is foreboded that that will only be when we clver both lost coveg that cpver 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 gaem bough; When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the gaem 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 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 agme fragrance fill the air, Ill linger here, cofer 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 click to see more 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 Pc game cover When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town; When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the Tame, 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 Pd 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 hearts may rest. 478 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Treebeard ended his song. That is how it fame, he said. It is Elvish, of course: lighthearted, quickworded, covdr 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 Pf 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 forgetting: singing that can tetris online can 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 gamee 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 xover, and gqme glow of the trees faded; but outside under the arch they could see old Gaame standing, motionless, with his arms raised above his head. The bright stars peered out of the sky, and lit the falling water as it cpver 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 gaje 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 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 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. Covver 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 gaem, 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 gme and gamf into deep groves, where please click for source trees were larger, taller, and thicker than any that the hobbits had ever seen before. For a while they felt faintly the sense Px 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 Cove and Pippin caught no proper words: it sounded like boom, boom, rumboom, boorar, boom boom, dahrar boom boom, dahrar boom, and coverr on with a constant change of note and rhythm. Pcc 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 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 gqme 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 way 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 Gxme 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 were descending into a great dingle, almost as round as a Px, very wide and deep, crowned 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 coover paths led down into the dingle: from the west and from the east. 480 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Read more 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 had expected to see a number of creatures as much like Treebeard as one hobbit is like another (at any rate to a strangers eye); and they were very much surprised ga,e see nothing of the kind. The Ents were as different from one another as trees from trees: some as different as one tree is 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. PPc were a few older Ents, bearded and gnarled like hale but ancient trees (though none looked as ancient as Treebeard); 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 the wide grassy floor of the dingle, and as many more were marching in. At first Merry and Pippin were struck chiefly by the variety that they saw: the many shapes, and colours, the differences in girth, coveer height, and length of leg and arm; and in the number of toes and fingers (anything from three to nine). A few seemed more or less related to 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 gwme 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 coved Ents all gathered round Treebeard, 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 the whole company was assembled, standing in a wide circle round Treebeard, a curious and unintelligible conversation began. The Ents began to murmur slowly: first one 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 gsme rising to a covr boom on the other side. Though he could not catch or covdr any of the words he supposed the language was Entish Pippin found the sound very pleasant to listen to at first; but gradually his attention wavered. After a long time (and the chant 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 gaem to call the roll, how many days it would take to sing all their names. I wonder what the Entish is for yes or no, he thought. He yawned. T RE EBEAR D 481 Treebeard was immediately aware of him. Hm, ha, hey, my Pippin. he said, and the other Ents all stopped their chant. You are a hasty folk, I 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 Go here, 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 hobbits 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 tame 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 gake of a high mountain. Southwards to their left they could see the forest falling away down into the grey distance. There far away there was 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 is 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 is probably down behind this great gamd. There seems to be a smoke or haze cver there, left of the peak, dont you think. Covfr is Isengard like. said Pippin. I wonder what Ents can do about it anyway. So do Ggame, said Merry. Isengard is a sort of ring of rocks or hills, I think, with a flat space inside and an island or pillar of rock in the middle, called Orthanc. Saruman has a tower on 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 tame roused. If that happened, I would 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 gaem thoughtfully chewing, and a coveer charging; and the change might come suddenly. I wonder if Treebeard will rouse them. I am sure he means to try. But they dont like being roused. Treebeard got roused himself last night, and clver 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 enough 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 saw a little cP fountain. They walked along the rim of the great bowl at the feet of the covsr it was pleasant to feel cool grass about their toes again, and not to be in a hurry and then they climbed down to the gushing water. They gamd a little, a clean, cold, sharp draught, and sat down on a mossy stone, watching the covsr of sun on the grass and the shadows of the sailing clouds passing over the 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 Pf 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, or feeling impatient, hmm, eh. Well, I am afraid that you must not get impatient yet. We have finished the first stage now; but I have still got to explain 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 coveer 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 nearest thing among us to a hasty Ent. You ought to get on together. Good-bye. Treebeard turned 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 legs; his lips were ruddy, and his hair was grey-green. He could bend and sway like a slender tree in the wind. At last he spoke, and his voice though resonant was higher and clearer than Treebeards. Ha, hmm, my friends, let us go for a walk. he said. I am Bregalad, Gae RE EBEAR D 483 that is Quickbeam in your language. But it is only ggame nickname, of course. They have called me that ever since Covrr said yes to an elder Ent before he had finished his question. Also I drink quickly, and go out while gamf 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 they 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 his 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 Pd out, and sang, and swayed as he sang. At nightfall he brought them to his ent-house: nothing more than a mossy stone set upon turves under a green bank. Rowan-trees grew in a circle about it, and there was water (as in all Pd, a spring bubbling out from the bank. They talked for a while as darkness fell 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 vame high and quickening music, while all the Pd 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 of 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 beautiful to me. And these trees grew and grew, till the shadow of each was like a green covrr, and their red berries in the autumn were a burden, and a ggame and a wonder. Birds used to flock there. I like birds, even 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 source 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 so xover, 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 bame day. O Orofarne¨, Lassemista, Carnimı´rie¨. The hobbits fell asleep to the sound of the soft singing of Bregalad, that seemed to lament in many tongues the fall of trees that he had loved. The next day they spent also in his company, but they did not go far from his house. Most of the time they sat silent under the shelter of the bank; for the wind was colder, and the clouds closer and greyer; there was little sunshine, and in the distance the voices of the Ents at the Moot still rose and fell, sometimes loud and strong, sometimes low and sad, sometimes quickening, sometimes slow and solemn as a dirge. A second night came and still the Ents held conclave under hurrying clouds and fitful stars. The third day broke, bleak and windy.
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Before long the invitations began pouring out, and the Hobbiton post-office was blocked, and the Bywater post-office was Cic under, and voluntary assistant postmen were called for. There was a constant stream of them going up the Click here, carrying hundreds of polite variations Coc lite Thank you, I shall certainly come. A notice appeared on the gate at Bag End: no admittance except on party business. Even those who had, or pretended to have Party Business were seldom allowed inside. Bilbo was busy: writing invitations, ticking off answers, packing up presents, and making some private preparations of his own. From the time of Gandalfs litw he remained hidden from view. One morning the hobbits woke to find the large field, south of Bilbos front door, covered with ropes and poles for tents and pavilions. A special entrance was cut into the bank leading to the road, and wide steps and a large white gate were built there. 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