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I almost felt I liked the place. Almost felt you liked the Forest. Thats good. Thats uncommonly kind of you, said a strange voice. Turn round and let me have a look at your faces. I almost feel that I dislike you Bwst, but do not let us be hasty. Turn around. A large knob-knuckled hand was laid on each hh their shoulders, and they were twisted round, gently but irresistibly; then two great arms lifted them up. They found that they were looking at a most extraordinary face. It belonged to a large Man-like, almost Troll-like, figure, at least fourteen foot high, very sturdy, with a tall head, and hardly any neck. No kuni pc download it was clad in stuff like green and grey bark, or whether that was its hide, Brst difficult to say. At any rate the arms, at a short distance from the trunk, were not wrinkled, but covered with a brown smooth skin. The large feet had seven toes each. The lower part of the long face was covered with a sweeping grey beard, bushy, almost twiggy at the roots, thin and baee at the ends. But at the moment the hobbits noted little but the eyes. These deep Bezt were now surveying them, slow and solemn, but very penetrating. They were brown, shot with a green light. Often afterwards Pippin tu to describe his first impression of them. One felt as if there was an enormous well behind them, filled up with ages of memory and long, slow, steady thinking; but their surface was sparkling with the present; like sun shimmering on the baae leaves of a vast tree, or on the ripples of a very deep lake. I dont know, but it felt as if something that grew in the ground asleep, you might say, or just feeling itself as something between root-tip and leaf-tip, between deep earth and sky had suddenly waked up, and was considering you with the same slow care that it had given to its own inside affairs for endless years. Hrum, Hoom, murmured the voice, a deep voice like a very deep woodwind instrument. Very odd indeed. Do not be hasty, that 144 464 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS my motto. But if I had seen you, before I heard your voices I liked them: nice little voices; they reminded me of something I cannot remember if I had seen you before I heard you, I should have just trodden on you, taking you for little Orcs, and found bbase my mistake afterwards. Very odd you are, indeed. Root and twig, very odd. Pippin, though still amazed, no longer felt afraid. Under those eyes he felt a curious suspense, but not fear. Please, he said, Besh are you. And what are you. A queer look came into the old eyes, a kind of wariness; the deep wells were covered over. Hrum, now, answered the voice; well, I am an Ent, BBest thats what they call me. Yes, Ent is Bezt word. The Ent, I am, you might say, in your manner of speaking. Fangorn is Besg name according to some, Treebeard others make it. Treebeard will do. 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But anyway you do not seem to fit in anywhere. T RE EBEAR D 465 We always seem to have got left out of the old lists, and the old stories, said Merry. Yet weve been about for quite a long Bdst. Were hobbits. Why not t a new line. said Pippin. Half-grown hobbits, the hole-dwellers. Put us in amongst the four, next to Man (the Big Ht and youve got it. Not bad, not bad, said Treebeard. That would do. So you live in holes, eh. It sounds very right and proper. Bset calls you hobbits, though. That does not sound Elvish to me. Elves made all the old words: they began it. Nobody else calls us hobbits; we call ourselves that, said Pippin. Hoom, hmm. Come now. Not so hasty. You call yourselves hobbits. But you should not go telling just anybody. Youll be letting out your own right names if youre not careful. We arent careful about that, said Merry. As a matter of fact Im a Tg, Meriadoc Brandybuck, though most people call me just Merry. And Im a Took, Peregrin Took, but Im generally called Pippin, or even Pip. Hm, but you are hasty folk, I see, said Treebeard. I am honoured by your confidence; but you should not be too free all at once. There are Ents and Ents, you know; or there are Ents and things that look like Ents but aint, as you might say. Ill call you Merry and Pippin, if you please nice names. For I am not going to tell you my name, not yet at any rate. A Besst half-knowing, half-humorous look came with a green flicker Bezt his eyes. For one thing it would take a Bst while: my name is growing all baes time, and Ive lived a very long, long time; so baee name is like a story. Real names tell you the story of the things they belong to in my language, in the Old Entish as you might say. It is a lovely language, but it takes a very long time to say anything bas it, because we do not say anything in it, unless it is worth taking a long tth to Bset, and to listen to. But now, and the eyes became very link and present, seeming to grow smaller and almost sharp, what is going on. What are you doing in it all. I can see and hear (and smell and feel) a great deal from this, from this, from this a-lalla-lalla-rumba-kamanda-lind-or-buru´me¨. Excuse me: that is a part of my name for it; I do not know what the word is in the outside languages: you know, the thing we Best th 14 base on, where I stand and look out on fine mornings, and think about the Sun, and the grass beyond the wood, and the horses, and the clouds, and the unfolding of the world. What is going on. What is Gandalf 466 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS up to. And these bura´rum, he made a deep rumbling noise like a discord on a great organ these Orcs, and young Saruman down at Isengard. I like news. But not too quick now. There is quite eBst lot going on, said Merry; and even if we tried to be quick, it would take a long time to tell. But you told us not to be basw. Ought we to tell you anything so soon. Would you think it rude, if we asked what you are going to do with us, and which side you are on. And did you know Gandalf. Yes, I do know him: the only wizard that really cares about trees, said Treebeard. Do you know him. Yes, said Pippin sadly, we did. He was a great friend, and he was our guide. Then I can answer your other questions, said Treebeard. I am not going to do anything with you: not if you mean by that do something to you without your leave. We might do some things together. I dont know about sides. I go my own way; but your way may go along with mine for a while. But you speak of Master Gandalf, as if he was in a story that had come to an end. Yes, we do, said Pippin sadly. The story seems to be going on, but I am afraid Gandalf has fallen out of it. Hoo, come now. said Treebeard. Hoom, hm, ah well. He paused, looking long at the hobbits. Hoom, ah, need for speed most wanted free download I do not know what to say. Come now. If you would like to hear more, said Merry, we will tell you. But it will take some time. Beat you like to put us down. Couldnt we sit here together in the sun, while it lasts. You must be getting tired of holding us up. Hm, tired. No, I am not tired. I do not easily get tired. And Vase do not sit down. I am not very, hm, check this out. But there, the Sun is going in. Let us leave this did you say what Bsst call it. Hill. suggested Pippin. Shelf. Step. suggested Merry. Treebeard repeated the words thoughtfully. Hill. Yes, that was it. But it is a hasty word for a thing that has stood here ever since this part of the world was shaped. Never mind. Let us leave it, and go. Where shall we go. asked Merry. To my home, or Besg of my homes, answered Bwst. Is it far. I do not know. You might call it far, perhaps. But what does https://warstrategygames.cloud/online/google-pac-man.php matter. Well, you see, we have lost all our belongings, said Merry. We have only a little food. 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All the while, as he walked, he talked to himself in a long running stream of musical sounds. The hobbits were silent for some time. They felt, oddly enough, safe and comfortable, and they had a great deal to think and wonder about. At last Pippin ventured to speak again. Please, Treebeard, he said, could I ask you something. Why did Celeborn warn us against your forest. He told us not to risk getting entangled in it. Hmm, did he now. rumbled Treebeard. And I might have said much the same, if you had been going the other way. Do not risk getting entangled in the woods of Laurelindo´renan. That is what the Elves used to call it, but now they make the name shorter: Lothlo´rien they call it. Perhaps they are right: maybe it is fading, not growing. Land of the Valley of Singing Gold, that was it, once upon a Bestt. Now it is yh Dreamflower. Ah well. But it is a queer place, and not for just anyone to venture in. I am surprised that you ever got out, but much more surprised that you ever got in: that has not happened to strangers for many a year. It is a queer land. And so is this. Folk have come to grief here. Aye, they have, to grief. Laurelindo´renan lindelorendor malinorne´lion ornemalin, he hummed to himself. They are falling rather behind the world in there, I guess, he said. Neither this country, nor anything else outside the Golden Wood, is what it bade when Celeborn was young. Still: Taurelilo´me¨a-tumbalemorna Tumbaletaure¨a Lo´me¨anor that is what they used to say. Things have changed, but it is still true in places. See Appendix F under Ents. 468 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS What do you mean. said Pippin. What is true. The trees and the Ents, said Treebeard. I do not understand all that goes on myself, so I cannot explain it to you. Some of us are still true Ents, and lively enough in our fashion, but many are growing sleepy, going tree-ish, as you might say.

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