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O
rowan
dead
,
upon
your
head
your
hair
is
dry
and
grey
;
Your
crown
is
spilled
,
your
voice
is
stilled
for
ever
and
a
day
.
O
Orofarnë
,
Lassemista
,
Carnimírië
!
The
hobbits
fell
asleep
to
the
sound
of
the
soft
singing
of
Bregalad
,
that
seemed
to
lament
in
many
tongues
the
fall
of
trees
that
he
had
loved
.
The
next
day
they
spent
also
in
his
company
,
but
they
did
not
go
far
from
his
'
house
'
.
Most
of
the
time
they
sat
silent
under
the
shelter
of
the
bank
;
for
the
wind
was
colder
,
and
the
clouds
closer
and
greyer
;
there
was
little
sunshine
,
and
in
the
distance
the
voices
of
the
Ents
at
the
Moot
still
rose
and
fell
,
sometimes
loud
and
strong
,
sometimes
low
and
sad
,
sometimes
quickening
,
sometimes
slow
and
solemn
as
a
dirge
.
A
second
night
came
and
still
the
Ents
held
conclave
under
hurrying
clouds
and
fitful
stars
.
The
third
day
broke
,
bleak
and
windy
.
At
sunrise
the
Ents
'
voices
rose
to
a
great
clamour
and
then
died
down
again
.
As
the
morning
wore
on
the
wind
fell
and
the
air
grew
heavy
with
expectancy
.
The
hobbits
could
see
that
Bregalad
was
now
listening
intently
,
although
to
them
,
down
in
the
dell
of
his
ent-house
,
the
sound
of
the
Moot
was
faint
.
The
afternoon
came
,
and
the
sun
,
going
west
towards
the
mountains
,
sent
out
long
yellow
beams
between
the
cracks
and
fissures
of
the
clouds
.
Suddenly
they
were
aware
that
everything
was
very
quiet
;
the
whole
forest
stood
in
listening
silence
.
Of
course
,
the
Ent-voices
had
stopped
.
What
did
that
mean
?
Bregalad
was
standing
up
erect
and
tense
,
looking
back
northwards
towards
Derndingle
.
Then
with
a
crash
came
a
great
ringing
shout
:
ra-hoom-rah
!
The
trees
quivered
and
bent
as
if
a
gust
had
struck
them
.
There
was
another
pause
,
and
then
a
marching
music
began
like
solemn
drums
,
and
above
the
rolling
beats
and
booms
there
welled
voices
singing
high
and
strong
.
We
come
,
we
come
with
roll
of
drum
:
ta-runda
runda
runda
rom
!
The
Ents
were
coming
:
ever
nearer
and
louder
rose
their
song
:
