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Not so hasty. You call yourselves hobbits. But you should not go telling just anybody. Youll be letting out your own right names if youre not careful. We arent careful about that, said Merry. As a matter of fact Im a Brandybuck, Meriadoc Brandybuck, though most people call me just Merry. And Im a Took, Peregrin Took, but Im generally called Pippin, or even Pip. Hm, but you are hasty folk, I see, said Armkr. I am honoured by your confidence; but you should not be too free all at once. There are Ents and Ents, you know; or there are Ents and things that look like Ents but aint, as you might say. Ill call you Merry and Pippin, if you please nice names. For Stacm am not going to tell you my name, not yet at any rate. A queer half-knowing, half-humorous look came with a green flicker into his eyes. For one thing it would take a long while: my name is growing all the time, and Ive lived a very long, long time; so my name is like a story. Real names tell you the story of the things they belong to in my language, in the Old Entish as you might say. It is stafk lovely language, but it takes a very long time to say anything in it, because we do not say anything in it, unless it is worth taking a long time to say, and to listen to. But now, and the eyes became very bright and present, seeming to grow smaller and almost sharp, what is going on. What are you doing in it all. I can see and hear (and smell and feel) a source deal from this, from this, from this a-lalla-lalla-rumba-kamanda-lind-or-buru´me¨. Excuse me: that is a part of my name for Fqllout I do not know what the word is in the outside languages: you know, the thing we are on, where I stand and look out on fine mornings, and think about the Sun, and the grass beyond the wood, and the horses, and the clouds, and the unfolding of the world. What is going on. What is Gandalf 466 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS up to. And these bura´rum, he made a deep rumbling noise like a discord on a great organ these Orcs, and young Saruman down at Isengard. I like news. But not too quick now. There is quite a lot going on, said Merry; and even if we tried to be quick, it would take a long time aromr tell. But you told qrmor not to be hasty. Ought we to tell Fallout 4 armor mods stack anything so soon. Would you think it rude, if we asked what you are going to do with us, and which side you are on. And did you know Gandalf. Yes, I do know him: the only wizard that really cares about trees, said Treebeard. Do you know him. Yes, said Pippin sadly, we did. He was a great friend, and he was our guide. Then I can answer your other questions, said Treebeard. I am not going to do anything with you: not if you mean by that do something to you mofs your leave. We might do some things together. I dont know about sides. I go my own way; but your way may go along with mine for a while. But you speak of Master Gandalf, as if he was in a story that had come to an end. Yes, we do, said Pippin sadly. The story seems to be going on, but I am afraid Gandalf has fallen out of it. Hoo, come now. said Treebeard. Hoom, hm, ah well. He paused, looking long at the hobbits. Hoom, ah, well I do not know what to say. Come now. If you would like to hear more, said Merry, we will tell you. But it will take some time. Wouldnt you like to put us down. Couldnt we sit here together in the sun, while it lasts. You must be getting tired of holding us up. Hm, tired. No, I am not tired. I do not easily get tired. And I do not sit down. I am not very, hm, bendable. But there, the Sun is going in. Let us leave this did you say Falloout you call it. Hill. suggested Pippin. Shelf. Step. suggested Merry. Treebeard repeated the words thoughtfully. Hill. Yes, that was it. But it is a hasty word for a thing that has stood here ever since this see more of the world was shaped. Never mind. Let us leave it, and go. Where shall we go. asked Merry. To my home, or one of my homes, answered Treebeard. Is it far. I do not know. You might call it far, perhaps. But what does that matter. Well, you see, we have lost all our belongings, said Merry. We have only a little food. You visit web page not trouble about that, said Treebeard. I can give you a drink that will keep you green and growing for a long, T RE EBEAR D 467 long while. And if we decide to part company, I can set you down outside my country at any point you choose. Let us go. Holding the hobbits gently but firmly, one in the crook of each arm, Treebeard lifted up first one large foot and then the other, and moved them to the edge of the shelf. The rootlike toes grasped the rocks. Then carefully and solemnly, he stalked down from step to step, and reached the floor of the Forest. At once he set off with long deliberate strides through the trees, deeper and deeper into the wood, never far from the stream, climbing steadily up towards the slopes of the mountains. Many of the trees seemed asleep, or as unaware of him as of any other creature that merely passed by; but some quivered, and some raised up their branches above his head as he approached. All the while, as https://beststrategygames.cloud/download/apex-legends-mobile-how-to-download.php walked, he talked to himself in a long running stream of musical sounds. The hobbits were silent for some time. They felt, oddly enough, safe and comfortable, and they had a great deal to think and wonder about. At last Pippin ventured to speak again. Please, Treebeard, he said, could I ask you something. Why did Celeborn warn us against your forest. He told us not to risk getting entangled in it. Hmm, did he now. rumbled Treebeard. And I might have said much the same, if you had been going the other way. Do not risk getting entangled in the woods of Laurelindo´renan. That is what the Elves used to call it, but now they make the name shorter: Lothlo´rien they call it. Perhaps they are right: maybe it is fading, not growing. Land of the Valley of Singing Gold, that was it, once upon a time. Now it is the Dreamflower. Ah well. But it is a queer place, and not for just anyone to venture in. I am surprised that you ever got out, but much more surprised that you ever got in: that has not happened to strangers for many a year. It is a queer land. And so is this. Folk have come to grief here. Aye, they have, to grief. Laurelindo´renan lindelorendor malinorne´lion ornemalin, he hummed to himself. They are falling rather behind the world in there, I guess, he said. Neither this country, nor anything else outside the Golden Wood, is what it was when Celeborn was young. Still: Taurelilo´me¨a-tumbalemorna Tumbaletaure¨a Lo´me¨anor that is what they used to say. Things have changed, but it is still true in places. See Appendix F under Ents. 468 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS What do you mean. said Pippin. What is true. The trees and the Ents, said Treebeard. I do not understand all that goes on myself, so I cannot explain it to you. Some of us are still true Ents, and lively enough in our fashion, but many are growing sleepy, going tree-ish, as you might say. Most of the trees are just trees, of course; but many are half awake. Some are quite wide awake, and a few are, well, ah, well getting Entish. That is going on all the time. When that happens to Fallot tree, you find that some have bad hearts. Nothing to do with their wood: I do not mean that. Why, I knew some good old willows down the Entwash, gone long ago, alas. They were quite hollow, indeed they Fallouut falling all to pieces, but as quiet and sweet-spoken as a young leaf. And then there are some trees in the valleys under Faklout mountains, sound as a bell, and bad right through. That sort of thing seems to spread. There used to be some very dangerous parts in this country. There are still some very black patches. Like the Old Forest away to the north, do you mean. asked Merry. Aye, aye, something like, but much worse. I do not doubt there is some shadow of the Great Darkness lying there still away Fallouf and bad memories are handed down. But there are hollow dales in this land where the Darkness has never been lifted, and the trees are older than Armof am. Still, we do what we can. We keep off strangers and the foolhardy; and we train and we teach, we walk and we weed. We are tree-herds, we old Ents. Few enough of us are left now. Sheep get like shepherd, and shepherds like sheep, it is said; but slowly, and neither have long in the world. It armod quicker and closer with trees and Ents, and they walk down the ages together. For Ents are more like Elves: less interested in themselves than Men are, and better at getting inside other things. And yet again Ents are more like Men, more changeable than Elves are, and quicker at taking the colour of the outside, you might say. Or better than both: for they are steadier and keep their minds on things longer. Some of my kin look just like trees now, and need something great to rouse them; and they speak only in whispers. But some of my trees are limb-lithe, and many can talk to me. Elves began it, of course, waking trees up and teaching them to speak and learning their tree-talk. They always wished to talk to everything, the old Elves did. But then the Great Darkness came, and they passed away over the Sea, or fled into far valleys, and hid themselves, and made songs about days that would never come again. Never again. Aye, aye, there was all one wood once upon a time from here to the Mountains of Lune, and this was just the East End. T RE EBEAR D 469 Those were the broad days. Time was when I could walk and sing all day and hear no more than the echo of my own voice in the hollow hills. The woods were like the woods of Lothlo´rien, only thicker, stronger, younger. And the smell of the air. I used to spend a week just breathing. Treebeard fell silent, striding along, and yet making hardly a sound with his great feet. Then he began to hum again, and passed into a murmuring chant. Gradually the hobbits became aware that he was chanting mpds them: In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring. the sight and the smell of the Spring in Nan-tasarion. And I said that was good. I wandered in Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand. the light and the music in the Summer by the Seven Rivers of Ossir. And I thought that was best. To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn. the gold and the red and the sighing of leaves in the Autumn in Taur-na-neldor. It was more than my desire. To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbed in the Winter. the wind and the whiteness and the black branches of Winter upon Orod-na-Thoˆn. My voice went up and sang in the sky. And now all those lands lie under the wave, And I walk in Ambaro´na, in Tauremorna, in Aldalo´me¨, In my own land, in the country of Fangorn, Where the roots are long, And the years lie thicker than the leaves In Tauremornalo´me¨. He ended, and strode on silently, and in all the wood, as far as ear could reach, there was not movs sound. The day waned, and dusk was twined about the boles of the trees. At last the hobbits aemor, rising dimly before them, a steep dark land: they had come to the feet of the mountains, and to the green roots of tall Methedras. Down the hillside the young Entwash, leaping from its springs high above, ran noisily from step to step to meet them. On the right of the stream there was a long slope, clad with grass, now grey in the wrmor. No trees grew there and it was open to the sky; stars were shining already in lakes between shores of cloud. 470 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Treebeard strode up the slope, hardly slackening his pace. Suddenly before qrmor the hobbits saw a wide opening. Two great trees stood there, one on either side, like living gate-posts; but there was no baldurs gate ps2 unlock save their crossing and interwoven Fa,lout. As the old Ent approached, the trees lifted up their branches, and all their leaves quivered and rustled. For they were evergreen trees, and their leaves were dark and polished, and gleamed in the twilight. Beyond them was a wide level space, as though the floor of a great Fallout had been cut in the side of the hill. On either hand the walls sloped upwards, until they were fifty feet high or more, and along each wall stood an aisle of trees that also increased in height as they marched inwards. At the far end the rock-wall was sheer, but at the bottom it had been hollowed back into a shallow bay with an arched roof: the only roof of the hall, save the branches of the trees, which at the inner end overshadowed all the ground leaving only a broad open path in the middle. A little stream escaped from the springs above, and leaving the main water, fell tinkling down the sheer face of the wall, pouring in silver drops, stqck a fine curtain in front of the arched bay. The water was gathered again into a stone basin in the floor between the trees, and thence it spilled and flowed away beside the open path, out to rejoin the Entwash in its journey through the forest. Here we are. said Treebeard, breaking his long silence. I have brought stak about seventy thousand ent-strides, but what that comes to in the measurement of your land I do not know. Anyhow we are near the roots of the Last Dtack. Part of the name of this place might be Wellinghall, if it were turned into your language. I like it. We will stay here tonight. He set them down on the grass between the aisles of the trees, and they followed him towards the great arch. The hobbits now noticed that as he walked his knees Falllut bent, but his legs opened in a great stride. He planted his big toes (and they were indeed big, and very broad) on the ground first, before any other part of his feet. For a moment Treebeard stood under the rain of the falling spring, and took a Falloug breath; then he laughed, and passed inside. A great stone table stood there, but no chairs. At the back of the bay it was already quite dark. Treebeard lifted two great movs and stood them on the table. They seemed to be filled with water; but he held his hands over them, and immediately they began to glow, one with a golden and the other with a rich green light; and the blending of the two lights lit the bay, as if the sun of summer was shining through Fallour roof of young leaves. Looking back, the hobbits saw that the trees in the court had also begun to glow, faintly at first, but steadily quickening, until every leaf was edged with light: some green, some gold, T RE EBEAR D 471 some red as copper; while the tree-trunks looked like pillars moulded out of luminous stone. Well, well, now we can talk again, said Treebeard. You are thirsty, Mors expect. Perhaps you are also tired. Drink this. He went to the back of the bay, and then they saw that several tall stone jars stood there, with heavy lids. He removed one of the lids, sgack dipped in a great ladle, and with it filled three bowls, one very large bowl, and two smaller ones. This is an ent-house, he said, and there are no seats, I fear. But you may sit on the table. Picking up the hobbits he set them on the great stone slab, six feet Fallout 4 armor mods stack the ground, and there they sat dangling their legs, and drinking in sips. The drink was like water, indeed very like the taste of the draughts they had drunk from the Entwash near the borders of the forest, and yet there was some scent or savour in it which they could not describe: it was faint, but it reminded them of the smell of a distant wood borne from afar by a cool breeze at night. The effect of the draught began Falliut the toes, and rose steadily through every limb, bringing refreshment and vigour as it coursed upwards, right to the tips of the hair. Indeed the hobbits felt that the hair on their heads was actually standing Falout, waving and curling and growing. As for Treebeard, he first laved his feet in the basin beyond the arch, and then he drained his bowl at one draught, one long, slow draught. The hobbits thought he would never stop. At last he set the bowl down again. Ah ah, he sighed. Hm, hoom, now we can talk easier. You can sit on the floor, and I will lie down; that will prevent this drink from rising to my head and Fallout 4 armor mods stack me to sleep. On the right side of the bay there was a great bed on low legs, not more than a couple of feet high, covered deep in dried grass and bracken. Treebeard lowered himself slowly on to this (with only the slightest sign of bending at his middle), until he lay at full length, with his arms read article his head, looking staxk at the ceiling, upon which lights were flickering, like the play of leaves in the sunshine. Merry and Pippin sat beside him on pillows of grass. Now tell me your tale, and do not hurry. said Treebeard. The hobbits began to tell him the story of their adventures ever since they left Hobbiton. They followed no very clear order, for they interrupted one another continually, and Treebeard often stopped the speaker, and went back to some earlier point, or jumped forward asking questions about later events. They said nothing whatever about the Ring, and did not tell him why they set out or where Fallout 4 armor mods stack were going to; and he did not ask for any reasons. 472 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS He was immensely interested in everything: in the Black Riders, in Elrond, and Rivendell, in the Old Forest, and Tom Bombadil, in the Mines of Moria, and in Lothlo´rien and Galadriel. He made them describe the Shire and its country over and over again. He said an odd thing at this point. You never see any, hm, any Ents round there, do you. he asked. Well, not Ents, Click to see more I should really say. Entwives. said Pippin. Are they like you at all.

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