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What
a
pity
there
are
so
few
of
us
!
'
'
Why
are
there
so
few
when
you
have
lived
in
this
country
so
long
?
'
asked
Pippin
.
'
Have
a
great
many
died
?
'
'
Oh
,
no
!
'
said
Treebeard
.
'N
one
have
died
from
inside
,
as
you
might
say
.
Some
have
fallen
in
the
evil
chances
of
the
long
years
,
of
course
:
and
more
have
grown
tree-ish
.
But
there
were
never
many
of
us
and
we
have
not
increased
.
There
have
been
no
Entings
-
no
children
,
you
would
say
,
not
for
a
terrible
long
count
of
years
.
You
see
,
we
lost
the
Entwives
.
'
'
How
very
sad
!
'
said
Pippin
.
'
How
was
it
that
they
all
died
?
'
'
They
did
not
die
!
'
said
Treebeard
.
'
I
never
said
died
.
We
lost
them
,
I
said
.
We
lost
them
and
we
can
not
find
them
.
'
He
sighed
.
'
I
thought
most
folk
knew
that
.
There
were
songs
about
the
hunt
of
the
Ents
for
the
Entwives
sung
among
Elves
and
Men
from
Mirkwood
to
Gondor
.
They
can
not
be
quite
forgotten
.
'
'
Well
,
I
am
afraid
the
songs
have
not
come
west
over
the
Mountains
to
the
Shire
,
'
said
Merry
.
'
Wo
n't
you
tell
us
some
more
,
or
sing
us
one
of
the
songs
?
'
'
Yes
,
I
will
indeed
,
'
said
Treebeard
,
seeming
pleased
with
the
request
.
'
But
I
can
not
tell
it
properly
,
only
in
short
;
and
then
we
must
end
our
talk
:
tomorrow
we
have
councils
to
call
,
and
work
to
do
,
and
maybe
a
journey
to
begin
.
'
'
It
is
rather
a
strange
and
sad
story
,
'
he
went
on
after
a
pause
.
'
When
the
world
was
young
,
and
the
woods
were
wide
and
wild
,
the
Ents
and
the
Entwives
-
and
there
were
Entmaidens
then
:
ah
!
the
loveliness
of
Fimbrethil
,
of
Wandlimb
the
lightfooted
,
in
the
days
of
our
youth
!
-
they
walked
together
and
they
housed
together
.
But
our
hearts
did
not
go
on
growing
in
the
same
way
:
the
Ents
gave
their
love
to
things
that
they
met
in
the
world
,
and
the
Entwives
gave
their
thought
to
other
things
,
for
the
Ents
loved
the
great
trees
;
and
the
wild
woods
,
and
the
slopes
of
the
high
hills
;
and
they
drank
of
the
mountain-streams
,
and
ate
only
such
fruit
as
the
trees
let
fall
in
their
path
;
and
they
learned
of
the
Elves
and
spoke
with
the
Trees
.
But
the
Entwives
gave
their
minds
to
the
lesser
trees
,
and
to
the
meads
in
the
sunshine
beyond
the
feet
of
the
forests
;
and
they
saw
the
sloe
in
the
thicket
,
and
the
wild
apple
and
the
cherry
blossoming
in
spring
,
and
the
green
herbs
in
the
waterlands
in
summer
,
and
the
seeding
grasses
in
the
autumn
fields
.
They
did
not
desire
to
speak
with
these
things
;
but
they
wished
them
to
hear
and
obey
what
was
said
to
them
.
The
Entwives
ordered
them
to
grow
according
to
their
wishes
,
and
bear
leaf
and
fruit
to
their
liking
;
for
the
Entwives
desired
order
,
and
plenty
,
and
peace
(
by
which
they
meant
that
things
should
remain
where
they
had
set
them
)
.
So
the
Entwives
made
gardens
to
live
in
.
But
we
Ents
went
on
wandering
,
and
we
only
came
to
the
gardens
now
and
again
.
Then
when
the
Darkness
came
in
the
North
,
the
Entwives
crossed
the
Great
River
,
and
made
new
gardens
,
and
tilled
new
fields
,
and
we
saw
them
more
seldom
.
After
the
Darkness
was
overthrown
the
land
of
the
Entwives
blossomed
richly
,
and
their
fields
were
full
of
corn
.
Many
men
learned
the
crafts
of
the
Entwives
and
honoured
them
greatly
;
but
we
were
only
a
legend
to
them
,
a
secret
in
the
heart
of
the
forest
.
Yet
here
we
still
are
,
while
all
the
gardens
of
the
Entwives
are
wasted
:
Men
call
them
the
Brown
Lands
now
.
