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'
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
is
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
.
'S
ome
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
.
'
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
Lothlórien
.
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
to
them
:
In
the
willow-meads
of
Tasarinan
I
walked
in
the
Spring
.
Ah
!
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
.
Ah
!
the
light
and
the
music
in
the
Summer
by
the
Seven
Rivers
of
Ossir
!
And
I
thought
that
was
best
.
