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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
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
were
descending
into
a
great
dingle
,
almost
as
round
as
a
bowl
,
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
other
paths
led
down
into
the
dingle
:
from
the
west
and
from
the
east
.
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
had
expected
to
see
a
number
of
creatures
as
much
like
Treebeard
as
one
hobbit
is
like
another
(
at
any
rate
to
a
stranger
's
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
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
.
There
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
;
and
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
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
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
Treebeard
's
,
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
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
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
was
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
.
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
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
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
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
was
a
pale
green
glimmer
that
Merry
guessed
to
be
a
glimpse
of
the
plains
of
Rohan
.
'
I
wonder
where
Isengard
is
?
'
said
Pippin
.
