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We
can
split
stone
like
the
roots
of
trees
,
only
quicker
,
far
quicker
,
if
our
minds
are
roused
!
If
we
are
not
hewn
down
,
or
destroyed
by
fire
or
blast
of
sorcery
,
we
could
split
Isengard
into
splinters
and
crack
its
walls
into
rubble
.
'
'
But
Saruman
will
try
to
stop
you
.
wo
n't
he
?
'
'
Hm
,
ah
,
yes
,
that
is
so
.
I
have
not
forgotten
it
.
Indeed
I
have
thought
long
about
it
.
But
,
you
see
,
many
of
the
Ents
are
younger
than
I
am
,
by
many
lives
of
trees
.
They
are
all
roused
now
,
and
their
mind
is
all
on
one
thing
:
breaking
Isengard
.
But
they
will
start
thinking
again
before
long
;
they
will
cool
down
a
little
,
when
we
take
our
evening
drink
.
What
a
thirst
we
shall
have
!
But
let
them
march
now
and
sing
!
We
have
a
long
way
to
go
,
and
there
is
time
ahead
for
thought
.
It
is
something
to
have
started
.
'
Treebeard
marched
on
,
singing
with
the
others
for
a
while
.
But
after
a
time
his
voice
died
to
a
murmur
and
fell
silent
again
.
Pippin
could
see
that
his
old
brow
was
wrinkled
and
knotted
.
At
last
he
looked
up
,
and
Pippin
could
see
a
sad
look
in
his
eyes
,
sad
but
not
unhappy
.
There
was
a
light
in
them
,
as
if
the
green
flame
had
sunk
deeper
into
the
dark
wells
of
his
thought
.
'
Of
course
,
it
is
likely
enough
,
my
friends
,
'
he
said
slowly
,
'
likely
enough
that
we
are
going
to
our
doom
:
the
last
march
of
the
Ents
.
But
if
we
stayed
at
home
and
did
nothing
,
doom
would
find
us
anyway
,
sooner
or
later
.
That
thought
has
long
been
growing
in
our
hearts
;
and
that
is
why
we
are
marching
now
.
It
was
not
a
hasty
resolve
.
Now
at
least
the
last
march
of
the
Ents
may
be
worth
a
song
.
Aye
,
'
he
sighed
,
'
we
may
help
the
other
peoples
before
we
pass
away
.
Still
,
I
should
have
liked
to
see
the
songs
come
true
about
the
Entwives
.
I
should
dearly
have
liked
to
see
Fimbrethil
again
.
But
there
,
my
friends
,
songs
like
trees
bear
fruit
only
in
their
own
time
and
their
own
way
:
and
sometimes
they
are
withered
untimely
.
'
The
Ents
went
striding
on
at
a
great
pace
.
They
had
descended
into
a
long
fold
of
the
land
that
fell
away
southward
;
now
they
began
to
climb
up
,
and
up
,
on
to
the
high
western
ridge
.
The
woods
fell
away
and
they
came
to
scattered
groups
of
birch
,
and
then
to
bare
slopes
where
only
a
few
gaunt
pine-trees
grew
.
The
sun
sank
behind
the
dark
hill-back
in
front
.
Grey
dusk
fell
.
Pippin
looked
behind
.
The
number
of
the
Ents
had
grown
-
or
what
was
happening
?
Where
the
dim
bare
slopes
that
they
had
crossed
should
lie
,
he
thought
he
saw
groves
of
trees
.
But
they
were
moving
!
Could
it
be
that
the
trees
of
Fangorn
were
awake
,
and
the
forest
was
rising
,
marching
over
the
hills
to
war
?
He
rubbed
his
eyes
wondering
if
sleep
and
shadow
had
deceived
him
;
but
the
great
grey
shapes
moved
steadily
onward
.
There
was
a
noise
like
wind
in
many
branches
.
The
Ents
were
drawing
near
the
crest
of
the
ridge
now
,
and
all
song
had
ceased
.
Night
fell
,
and
there
was
silence
:
nothing
was
to
be
heard
save
a
faint
quiver
of
the
earth
beneath
the
feet
of
the
Ents
,
and
a
rustle
,
the
shade
of
a
whisper
as
of
many
drifting
leaves
.
At
last
they
stood
upon
the
summit
,
and
looked
down
into
a
dark
pit
:
the
great
cleft
at
the
end
of
the
mountains
:
Nan
Curunír
,
the
Valley
of
Saruman
'N
ight
lies
over
Isengard
,
'
said
Treebeard
.
'M
y
very
bones
are
chilled
,
'
said
Gimli
,
flapping
his
arms
and
stamping
his
feet
.
Day
had
come
at
last
.
At
dawn
the
companions
had
made
such
breakfast
as
they
could
;
now
in
the
growing
light
they
were
getting
ready
to
search
the
ground
again
for
signs
of
the
hobbits
.
