Властелин колец: Две башни

           Aye,’hesighed,’wemayhelptheotherpeoplesbeforewepassaway.Still,IshouldhavelikedtoseethesongscometrueabouttheEntwives.IshoulddearlyhavelikedtoseeFimbrethilagain.Butthere,myfriends,songsliketreesbearfruitonlyintheirowntimeandtheirownway:andsometimestheyarewithereduntimely.’

           TheEntswentstridingonatagreatpace.Theyhaddescendedintoalongfoldofthelandthatfellawaysouthward;nowtheybegantoclimbup,andup,ontothehighwesternridge.Thewoodsfellawayandtheycametoscatteredgroupsofbirch,andthentobareslopeswhereonlyafewgauntpine-treesgrew.Thesunsankbehindthedarkhill-backinfront.Greyduskfell.

           Pippinlookedbehind.ThenumberoftheEntshadgrown-orwhatwashappening?Wherethedimbareslopesthattheyhadcrossedshouldlie,hethoughthesawgrovesoftrees.Buttheyweremoving!CoulditbethatthetreesofFangornwereawake,andtheforestwasrising,marchingoverthehillstowar?Herubbedhiseyeswonderingifsleepandshadowhaddeceivedhim;butthegreatgreyshapesmovedsteadilyonward.Therewasanoiselikewindinmanybranches.TheEntsweredrawingnearthecrestoftheridgenow,andallsonghadceased.Nightfell,andtherewassilence:nothingwastobeheardsaveafaintquiveroftheearthbeneaththefeetoftheEnts,andarustle,theshadeofawhisperasofmanydriftingleaves.Atlasttheystooduponthesummit,andlookeddownintoadarkpit:thegreatcleftattheendofthemountains:NanCurunír,theValleyofSaruman