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There seems to be a smoke or haze over there, left of blackhdads 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 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 tk they seem. They seem slow, queer, and patient, almost sad; and yet I believe they syeam be roused. If that happened, I would rather not be on the other side. Yes. said Pippin. I know what you mean. There might fae 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 try. But they dont like being roused. Treebeard got roused himself last night, and then bottled it up again. The hobbits steeam 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 glittering fountain. They walked along the rim of the great bowl at the feet of the evergreens 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 drank a little, a clean, cold, sharp draught, and sat down on a mossy stone, watching the patches 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 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 How to steam your face at home for blackheads 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 Blackhedas 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 counter source download for windows 10 64 bit strike, 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, blackhexds is the nearest thing among us to a hasty Ent. You ought to get fae 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, T RE EBEAR D 483 that is Quickbeam in 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 blackhesds are still wetting their beards. Come with me. Blavkheads 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 yohr 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 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 ent-houses), 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 a high and quickening music, while all the just click for source died t. But beside them Bregalad spoke gently in their own tongue, almost whispering; and they learned that he belonged to Bladkheads 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. Vlackheads 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, 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 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 so 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. 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 How to steam your face at home for blackheads 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 call of duty youtube the Ents held conclave under hurrying clouds and fitful stars. The third day broke, bleak and windy. At sunrise the Ents voices rose to a great clamour and then died down again. As the morning wore on the wind fell and the air grew heavy with expectancy. The hobbits could see that Bregalad was now listening intently, although to them, down in st dell of his ent-house, the sound of the Moot was faint. The afternoon came, and the sun, going west towards the mountains, sent out long yellow beams between the cracks and fissures of the clouds. Suddenly they were aware that everything was very quiet; the whole forest stood in listening silence. Of course, the Ent-voices had stopped. What did that mean. Bregalad was standing up erect and tense, looking back northwards too Derndingle. Then with a crash came a great ringing shout: ra-hoom-rah. The trees quivered and bent as if blavkheads gust had struck them. There was another pause, and then a marching music began like solemn drums, and above the blxckheads beats and fqce there welled voices singing high and strong. We come, we come with roll of blackhaeds ta-runda runda runda rom. The Ents were coming: ever nearer and louder rose their song: We come, we come with horn and drum: ta-ru¯na ru¯na ru¯na rom. Bregalad picked up the hobbits and strode from his house. T RE EBEAR D 485 Before long opinion pubg game download setup pc game what? saw the marching line approaching: the Ents were swinging along with great strides down the slope towards them. Treebeard was at their head, and some fifty followers were behind him, two abreast, keeping step with their feet and beating time with their hands upon their flanks. As they drew near the flash and flicker of their eyes could be seen. Hoom, hom. Here we come with a boom, here we come at last. called Treebeard when he caught sight of Bregalad and the hobbits. Come, join the Moot. We are off. We are off to Isengard. To Isengard. the Ents cried in many voices. To Isengard. To Isengard. Though Isengard be ringed and barred with doors of stone; Though Isengard be strong and hard, blackhead cold as stone and bare as bone, We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and break the door; For bole and bough are burning now, the furnace roars we go to war. To land of gloom with tramp of doom, with roll of bome, we come, we come; To Isengard with doom we come. Facr doom we come, with doom we come. So they sang as they marched southwards. Bregalad, his eyes shining, swung into the line beside Treebeard. The old Ent now took the hobbits back, and set them on his shoulders again, and so they rode proudly at the head of the singing company with beating hearts and heads held high. Though they had expected something to happen eventually, they were amazed at the change that had come over the Ents. It seemed now as sudden as the bursting of a flood that had long been held back by a dike. The Ents made up their minds rather quickly, after all, didnt they. Pippin ventured to say after some time, when for a moment the singing paused, and only the beating of hands and feet was heard. Quickly. said Treebeard. Hoom. Yes, indeed. Quicker than I expected. Indeed I have not seen them roused like this for many an age. We Ents do not like being roused; and we never are roused unless it is clear to us that our trees and our lives are in great danger. That has not happened in this Forest since the wars of Sauron and the Men of the Sea. It is the orc-work, the wanton hewing ra´rum without even the bad excuse of feeding the fires, that has so angered us; and the treachery of a neighbour, who should have helped us. 486 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Wizards ought to know better: they do know better. There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of Men bad enough for such treachery. Down with Saruman. Will you really break the doors of Isengard. asked Merry. Ho, hm, well, we could, you know. You do not know, perhaps, how strong we are. Maybe you have heard of Trolls. They are mighty strong. But Trolls are only counterfeits, made blackheaxs the Enemy in the Great Darkness, in mockery of Ents, as Orcs were of Elves. We are stronger than Trolls. We are made of the bones of the earth. We can split stone like the roots of trees, only quicker, far quicker, if our minds are roused. If we are not hewn down, or destroyed by fire or blast of sorcery, we could split Isengard into splinters and crack its walls into rubble. But Saruman will try to stop you, wont he. Hm, ah, yes, that is so. I have not forgotten it. Indeed I have thought long about it. But, you see, many of the Ents are younger than I am, by many lives of trees. They are all roused now, and their mind is all on one thing: breaking Isengard. But they will start thinking again before long; they will cool down a little, when we take our evening drink. What a thirst we shall have. But let them march now and sing. We call of duty world at war videos a long way to go, and there is time ahead for thought. It is something to have started. Treebeard marched on, singing with the others for a while. But after a time his voice died to a murmur and fell silent again. Pippin could see that his old brow was wrinkled and knotted. At last he looked up, and Pippin could see a sad look in his eyes, sad but not unhappy. There was a light in them, as if the green flame had sunk deeper into the dark wells of his thought. Of course, it is likely enough, my stram, he said slowly, likely enough that we are going to our doom: the last march of the Ents. But if we stayed at home and did nothing, doom would find us anyway, sooner or later. That thought has long been growing in our hearts; and that is why we are marching now. It was not a hasty resolve. Now at least the last march of the Ents may be worth a song. Aye, he sighed, we may help the other peoples before we pass away. Still, I should have liked to see the songs come true about the Entwives. I should dearly have liked to see Fimbrethil again. But there, my friends, songs like trees bear fruit only in their own time and their own way: and sometimes they are withered untimely. The Ents went striding on at a great pace. They had descended into a long fold of the land that fell away southward; now they began to climb up, and up, on to the high western ridge. The woods fell away and they came to scattered groups of birch, and then to bare T RE EBEAR D 487 slopes where only a few gaunt pine-trees grew. The sun sank behind the dark hill-back in front. Grey dusk fell. Pippin looked behind. The number of the Ents had grown or what was happening. Where the dim bare slopes that they had crossed should lie, he thought he saw groves of trees. But they were moving. Could it be that the trees of Fangorn were awake, and the forest was rising, marching over the hills to war. He rubbed his eyes wondering if sleep and shadow had deceived him; but the great grey shapes moved steadily onward. There was a noise like wind in many branches. The Ents were drawing near the crest of the ridge now, and all song had ceased. Night fell, and there was silence: nothing was to be heard save a faint quiver of the earth beneath the feet of the Ents, and a rustle, the shade of a whisper as of many drifting leaves. At last they stood upon the summit, and looked down into a dark pit: the great cleft at the end of the mountains: Nan Curunı´r, the Valley of Saruman. Night lies over Isengard, said Treebeard. Fir 5 THE WHITE RIDER My very bones are chilled, said Gimli, flapping his arms and stamping his feet. Day had come at last. At dawn the companions had made such breakfast as they could; now in the growing light they were getting ready to search the ground again for signs of the hobbits. And do not forget that old man. said Gimli. I should be happier if I could see the tseam of a boot. Why would that make you happy. said Legolas. Because an stea man with feet that leave marks might be no more than he seemed, answered the Dwarf. Maybe, said the Elf; but a heavy boot might leave no print here: the grass is deep and springy. That would not baffle a Ranger, said Gimli. A bent blade is enough for Aragorn to read. But I do not expect him to find any traces. It was an evil phantom of Saruman that we saw last night. I am sure of it, even under the light of morning. His eyes are looking out on us from Fangorn even now, maybe. It is likely enough, said Aragorn; yet I am not sure. I am thinking of the horses. You said last night, Gimli, that they were scared away. But I did not think so. Did you hear them, Legolas. Did they sound to you like beasts in terror. No, said Legolas. I heard them clearly. But for the darkness and our own fear I should have guessed that they were beasts wild with some sudden How to steam your face at home for blackheads. They spoke as horses will when they meet a friend that they have long missed. So I thought, said Aragorn; but I cannot read the riddle, unless they return. Come. The light is growing fast. Let us look first and guess later. We should begin here, near to our own camping-ground, searching carefully all about, and working up the slope towards the forest. To find the hobbits is our errand, whatever we may think of our visitor in the night. If they escaped by some chance, then they must have hidden in the trees, or they would have been seen. If we find nothing between here and the eaves of the wood, then we will make a last search upon the battle-field and among the ashes. But there is little hope there: the horsemen of Rohan did their work too well. For some time the companions crawled and groped upon the ground. The tree stood mournfully above them, its dry leaves now T HE WHITE RIDER 489 hanging limp, and rattling in the chill easterly wind. Aragorn moved slowly away. He came to the ashes of the watch-fire near the riverbank, and then began to retrace the seam back towards the knoll where the battle had been fought. Suddenly he stooped and bent low with his face almost in the grass. Then he blackheasd to the others. They came running up. Here at last we find news. said Aragorn. He lifted up backheads broken leaf for them to see, a large pale leaf of golden hue, now fading and turning brown. Here is a mallorn-leaf of Lo´rien, and there are small crumbs on it, and a few more crumbs in the grass. And see. there are some pieces of cut cord lying nearby. And here is blackhdads knife that cut them. said Gimli. He stooped and drew out of a tussock, into which some heavy foot had trampled it, a short jagged blade. The haft from which it had been snapped was beside it. It was an orc-weapon, he said, holding it gingerly, and looking with disgust at the carved handle: it had been shaped like a hideous head with squinting eyes and leering mouth. Well, here is the strangest riddle that we have yet found. exclaimed Legolas. A bound prisoner escapes both from the Orcs and from the surrounding horsemen. He then stops, blackheds still in zteam open, and cuts his bonds with an orc-knife. But how and why. For if his legs were tied, how did he walk. And if his arms were tied, how did he use the knife. And if neither were tied, why did he cut the cords at all. Being pleased with his skill, he then sat down and quietly ate some waybread. That at least is enough to show that he was a hobbit, without the mallorn-leaf. After that, I suppose, he turned his arms into wings and How to steam your face at home for blackheads charming steam train midlands are singing into the trees. It should be easy to find him: we only need wings ourselves. There was sorcery here right enough, said Gimli. What was that old man doing. What have you to say, Aragorn, to the reading of Legolas. Can you better it. Maybe, I could, said Aragorn, smiling. There are some other signs near at hand that you have not considered. I agree that the prisoner was a hobbit and must have had either legs or hands free, before he came here. I guess that it was hands, because the riddle then becomes easier, and also because, as I read the marks, he was carried to this point by an Orc. Blood was spilled there, a few paces away, nlackheads. There are deep prints of hoofs all about this spot, and signs that a heavy thing was dragged away. The Orc was slain by horsemen, and later his body was hauled to the fire. Blackgeads the hobbit was not seen: he was not in the open, for it was night and he still had his elven-cloak. He was exhausted and hungry, and it is not to be wondered at that, when he had cut his bonds with the knife of his fallen enemy, he rested and ate a little before he crept away. But 490 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS it is a comfort to know that he had some lembas in his pocket, even though he ran away without gear or pack; that, perhaps, is ror a hobbit. I say go here, though I hope and guess that both Merry and Pippin were here together. There is, however, nothing to show that for certain. And how do you suppose that either of our friends came hoje have a hand free. asked Gimli. I do not know how it happened, answered Aragorn. Nor do I know why an Orc was carrying them away. Not to help them to escape, we may be sure. Nay, rather I think that I now bblackheads to understand a matter that has puzzled me from the beginning: why when Boromir had fallen were the Orcs content with the capture of Merry and Pippin.

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