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TREEBEARD
[after seeing the torn-down forest around Isengard] Saruman! A wizard should know better! |
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TREEBEARD
There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men for this treachery. |
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PIPPIN
Look, the trees! They're moving! |
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MERRY
Where are they going? |
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TREEBEARD
They have business with the Orcs. My business is with Isengard tonight, with rock and stone. [Ents emerge from the woods, following Treebeard] Hroom, hm, come, my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. The last march of the Ents. |
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PIPPIN
Turn around. Turn around and take us south! |
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TREEBEARD
South? But that will... lead you past Isengard. |
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PIPPIN
Yes. Exactly. If we go south we can slip past Saurman unnoticed. The closer we are to danger the father away we are from harm. It's the last thing he'll expect. |
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TREEBEARD
Hmm, that doesn't make much sense to me. But then, you are very small. Perhaps you're right. South it is then. I always liked going south. Somehow feels like going downhill. |
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TREEBEARD
I believe you will enjoy this next one, too. It is one of my own compositions. Ahem. 'Beneath the roof of sleeping... leaves and dreams of trees untold, When woodland halls are... green... and cool, and the wind is in the west, Come back to me... Come... back... to me, And say my land is... best.' |