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Turn
round
!
'
A
large
knob-knuckled
hand
was
laid
on
each
of
their
shoulders
,
and
they
were
twisted
round
,
gently
but
irresistibly
;
then
two
great
arms
lifted
them
up
.
They
found
that
they
were
looking
at
a
most
extraordinary
face
.
It
belonged
to
a
large
Man-like
,
almost
Troll-like
,
figure
,
at
least
fourteen
foot
high
,
very
sturdy
,
with
a
tall
head
,
and
hardly
any
neck
.
Whether
it
was
clad
in
stuff
like
green
and
grey
bark
,
or
whether
that
was
its
hide
,
was
difficult
to
say
.
At
any
rate
the
arms
,
at
a
short
distance
from
the
trunk
,
were
not
wrinkled
,
but
covered
with
a
brown
smooth
skin
.
The
large
feet
had
seven
toes
each
.
The
lower
part
of
the
long
face
was
covered
with
a
sweeping
grey
beard
,
bushy
,
almost
twiggy
at
the
roots
,
thin
and
mossy
at
the
ends
.
But
at
the
moment
the
hobbits
noted
little
but
the
eyes
.
These
deep
eyes
were
now
surveying
them
,
slow
and
solemn
,
but
very
penetrating
.
They
were
brown
,
shot
with
a
green
light
.
Often
afterwards
Pippin
tried
to
describe
his
first
impression
of
them
.
'
One
felt
as
if
there
was
an
enormous
well
behind
them
,
filled
up
with
ages
of
memory
and
long
,
slow
,
steady
thinking
;
but
their
surface
was
sparkling
with
the
present
:
like
sun
shimmering
on
the
outer
leaves
of
a
vast
tree
,
or
on
the
ripples
of
a
very
deep
lake
.
I
do
n't
know
but
it
felt
as
if
something
that
grew
in
the
ground-asleep
,
you
might
say
,
or
just
feeling
itself
as
something
between
roof-tip
and
leaf-tip
,
between
deep
earth
and
sky
had
suddenly
waked
up
,
and
was
considering
you
with
the
same
slow
care
that
it
had
given
to
its
own
inside
affairs
for
endless
years
.
'
'
Hrum
,
Hoom
,
'
murmured
the
voice
,
a
deep
voice
like
a
very
deep
woodwind
instrument
.
'Ve
ry
odd
indeed
!
Do
not
be
hasty
,
that
is
my
motto
.
But
if
I
had
seen
you
,
before
I
heard
your
voices
-
I
liked
them
:
nice
little
voices
;
they
reminded
me
of
something
I
can
not
remember
-
if
I
had
seen
you
before
I
heard
you
,
I
should
have
just
trodden
on
you
,
taking
you
for
little
Orcs
,
and
found
out
my
mistake
afterwards
.
Very
odd
you
are
,
indeed
.
Root
and
twig
,
very
odd
!
'
Pippin
,
though
still
amazed
,
no
longer
felt
afraid
.
Under
those
eyes
he
felt
a
curious
suspense
,
but
not
fear
.
'
Please
.
'
he
said
,
'
who
are
you
?
And
what
are
you
?
'
A
queer
look
came
into
the
old
eyes
,
a
kind
of
wariness
;
the
deep
wells
were
covered
over
.
'
Hrum
,
now
,
'
answered
the
voice
;
'
well
,
I
am
an
Ent
,
or
that
's
what
they
call
me
.
Yes
,
Ent
is
the
word
.
The
Ent
,
I
am
,
you
might
say
,
in
your
manner
of
speaking
.
Fangorn
is
my
name
according
to
some
,
Treebeard
others
make
it
.
Treebeard
will
do
.
'
'
An
Ent
?
'
said
Merry
.
'
What
's
that
?
But
what
do
you
call
yourself
?
What
's
your
real
name
?
'
'
Hoo
now
!
'
replied
Treebeard
.
'
Hoo
!
Now
that
would
be
telling
!
Not
so
hasty
.
And
I
am
doing
the
asking
.
You
are
in
my
country
.
What
are
you
,
I
wonder
?
I
can
not
place
you
.
'
You
do
not
seem
to
come
in
the
old
lists
that
I
learned
when
I
was
young
.
But
that
was
a
long
,
long
time
ago
,
and
they
may
have
made
new
lists
.
Let
me
see
!
Let
me
see
!
How
did
it
go
?
