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Some
of
the
trees
they
just
cut
down
and
leave
to
rot
-
orc-mischief
that
;
but
most
are
hewn
up
and
carried
off
to
feed
the
fires
of
Orthanc
.
There
is
always
a
smoke
rising
from
Isengard
these
days
.
'
Curse
him
,
root
and
branch
!
Many
of
those
trees
were
my
friends
creatures
I
had
known
from
nut
and
acorn
;
many
had
voices
of
their
own
that
are
lost
for
ever
now
.
And
there
are
wastes
of
stump
and
bramble
where
once
there
were
singing
groves
.
I
have
been
idle
.
I
have
let
things
slip
.
It
must
stop
!
'
Treebeard
raised
himself
from
his
bed
with
a
jerk
,
stood
up
,
and
thumped
his
hand
on
the
table
.
The
vessels
of
light
trembled
and
sent
up
two
jets
of
flame
.
There
was
a
flicker
like
green
fire
in
his
eyes
,
and
his
beard
stood
out
stiff
as
a
great
besom
.
'
I
will
stop
it
!
'
he
boomed
.
'
And
you
shall
come
with
me
.
You
may
be
able
to
help
me
.
You
will
be
helping
your
own
friends
that
way
,
too
;
for
if
Saruman
is
not
checked
Rohan
and
Gondor
will
have
an
enemy
behind
as
well
as
in
front
.
Our
roads
go
together
-
to
Isengard
!
'
'
We
will
come
with
you
,
'
said
Merry
.
'
We
will
do
what
we
can
.
'
'
Yes
!
'
said
Pippin
.
'
I
should
like
to
see
the
White
Hand
overthrown
.
I
should
like
to
be
there
,
even
if
I
could
not
be
of
much
use
:
I
shall
never
forget
Uglúk
and
the
crossing
of
Rohan
.
'
'
Good
!
Good
!
'
said
Treebeard
.
'
But
I
spoke
hastily
.
We
must
not
be
hasty
.
I
have
become
too
hot
.
I
must
cool
myself
and
think
;
fur
it
is
easier
to
shout
stop
!
than
to
do
it
.
'
He
strode
to
the
archway
and
stood
for
some
time
under
the
falling
rain
of
the
spring
.
Then
he
laughed
and
shook
himself
,
and
wherever
the
drops
of
water
fell
glittering
from
him
to
the
ground
they
glinted
like
red
and
green
sparks
.
He
came
back
and
laid
himself
on
the
bed
again
and
was
silent
.
After
some
time
the
hobbits
heard
him
murmuring
again
.
He
seemed
to
be
counting
on
his
fingers
.
'
Fangorn
,
Finglas
,
Fladrif
,
aye
,
aye
,
'
he
sighed
.
'
The
trouble
is
that
there
are
so
few
of
us
left
,
'
he
said
turning
towards
the
hobbits
.
'
Only
three
remain
of
the
first
Ents
that
walked
in
the
woods
before
the
Darkness
:
only
myself
,
Fangorn
,
and
Finglas
and
Fladrif
-
to
give
them
their
Elvish
names
;
you
may
call
them
Leaflock
and
Skinbark
if
you
like
that
better
.
And
of
us
three
Leaflock
and
Skinbark
are
not
much
use
for
this
business
.
Leaflock
has
grown
sleepy
,
almost
tree-ish
,
you
might
say
:
he
has
taken
to
standing
by
himself
half-asleep
all
through
the
summer
with
the
deep
grass
of
the
meadows
round
his
knees
.
Covered
with
leafy
hair
he
is
.
He
used
to
rouse
up
in
winter
;
but
of
late
he
has
been
too
drowsy
to
walk
far
even
then
.
Skinbark
lived
on
the
mountain-slopes
west
of
Isengard
.
That
is
where
the
worst
trouble
has
been
.
He
was
wounded
by
the
Orcs
,
and
many
of
his
folk
and
his
tree-herds
have
been
murdered
and
destroyed
.
He
has
gone
up
into
the
high
places
,
among
the
birches
that
he
loves
best
,
and
he
will
not
come
down
.
Still
,
I
daresay
I
could
get
together
a
fair
company
of
our
younger
folks
-
if
I
could
make
them
understand
the
need
:
if
I
could
rouse
them
:
we
are
not
a
hasty
folk
.
