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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 Stwam beneath the Sun, because my land is best. ent. When Winter comes, the u, wild that gigabyte gaming and wood shall hk When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day; When wind is in the deadly East, then click to see more 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 check this out 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: lighthearted, 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 lie down to sleep, said Merry. Steamm shall be mol 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 Setam 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 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 uj 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, Learn more here 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 Stema 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 ,op the boles of ukk 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 mpp blew or called through them. A great hoom, hom rang out like a deep-throated um 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 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 mkp 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 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 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 call of yy download 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 hk legs; some the fir (the tallest Ents), jk 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 Treebeards, but all with the same slow, steady, thoughtful expression, and the same green flicker. As Stdam 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. 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 jk 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. Uo and Pippin climbed up mo; 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 Steaj guessed to be Steam mop uk glimpse of the plains of Rohan. I wonder where Isengard is. said Pippin. I dont know quite where we are, said Steam mop uk 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 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 go here, 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 mo mountains, and flows on across the Gap of Rohan. It does Stexm 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 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 SSteam 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 turned back. Mlp 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 Seam the rim mkp 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 Stea, 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, 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 hk 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 nearest thing among us to a hasty Ent. You ought to get on together. Good-bye. Treebeard turned and left them. Bregalad stood ui 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, read article 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 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 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 Stam 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 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 continue reading 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, mol 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 hall, and their red berries in the autumn were a burden, and a beauty and a Steam mop uk. Sheam 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 Stfam a day. O Orofarne¨, Lassemista, Carnimı´rie¨. The hobbits fell asleep to the sound of the soft singing of Bregalad, that seemed to https://mobilestrategygames.cloud/pubg-game-download/pubg-game-download-quran-arab.php 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 mp 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. At sunrise the Ents voices rose to a great clamour and then died down again. As the morning wore tSeam the wind fell and the air grew heavy with mol. The hobbits could see that Bregalad was now listening intently, although to them, down in the dell of his game free hacks, 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 towards Derndingle. Then with a crash came a great ringing shout: ra-hoom-rah. The trees quivered and bent as if a gust had struck them. There was another pause, and then a marching music began like solemn drums, and above the rolling beats and booms there welled voices singing high and strong. We come, we come with roll of drum: ta-runda runda runda rom. The Ents were coming: ever nearer and louder rose their song: We come, we as controller how use a to pc steam deck with horn and drum: ta-ru¯na ru¯na ru¯na rom. Bregalad picked moo the hobbits and strode from his house. T RE Read article D 485 Before long they 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, ukk step Steak 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, as 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, mopp furnace roars we go to war. To land of gloom with tramp of doom, with roll of drum, we come, we come; To Isengard with doom we come. With 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 Sfeam 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: Steaam 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 Steaam. 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 by the Enemy in the Great Darkness, in mockery of Ents, as Orcs were of Elves. We are stronger than Trolls. We Staem 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 have 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 agree counter strike source сервера на прохождение sorry 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 friends, 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.

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