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'
Here
are
three
of
my
companions
,
Treebeard
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
I
have
spoken
of
them
,
but
you
have
not
yet
seen
them
.
'
He
named
them
one
by
one
.
The
Old
Ent
looked
at
them
long
and
searchingly
,
and
spoke
to
them
in
turn
.
Last
he
turned
to
Legolas
.
'S
o
you
have
come
all
the
way
from
Mirkwood
,
my
good
Elf
?
A
very
great
forest
it
used
to
be
!
'
'
And
still
is
,
'
said
Legolas
.
'
But
not
so
great
that
we
who
dwell
there
ever
tire
of
seeing
new
trees
.
I
should
dearly
love
to
journey
in
Fangorn
's
Wood
.
I
scarcely
passed
beyond
the
eaves
of
it
,
and
I
did
not
wish
to
turn
back
.
'
Treebeard
's
eyes
gleamed
with
pleasure
.
'
I
hope
you
may
have
your
wish
,
ere
the
hills
be
much
older
,
'
he
said
.
'
I
will
come
,
if
I
have
the
fortune
,
'
said
Legolas
.
'
I
have
made
a
bargain
with
my
friend
that
,
if
all
goes
well
,
we
will
visit
Fangorn
together
-
by
your
leave
.
'
'
Any
Elf
that
comes
with
you
will
be
welcome
,
'
said
Treebeard
.
'
The
friend
I
speak
of
is
not
an
Elf
,
'
said
Legolas
;
'
I
mean
Gimli
,
Glóin
's
son
here
.
'
Gimli
bowed
low
,
and
the
axe
slipped
from
his
belt
and
clattered
on
the
ground
.
'
Hoom
,
hm
!
Ah
now
,
'
said
Treebeard
,
looking
dark-eyed
at
him
.
'
A
dwarf
and
an
axe-bearer
!
Hoom
!
I
have
good
will
to
Elves
;
but
you
ask
much
.
This
is
a
strange
friendship
!
'
'S
trange
it
may
seem
,
'
said
Legolas
;
'
but
while
Gimli
lives
I
shall
not
come
to
Fangorn
alone
.
His
axe
is
not
for
trees
,
but
for
orc-necks
,
O
Fangorn
,
Master
of
Fangorn
's
Wood
.
Forty-two
he
hewed
in
the
battle
.
'
'
Hoo
!
Come
now
!
'
said
Treebeard
.
'
That
is
a
better
story
!
Well
,
well
,
things
will
go
as
they
will
;
and
there
is
no
need
to
hurry
to
meet
them
.
But
now
we
must
part
for
a
while
.
Day
is
drawing
to
an
end
,
yet
Gandalf
says
you
must
go
ere
nightfall
,
and
the
Lord
of
the
Mark
is
eager
for
his
own
house
.
'