Властелин колец: Две башни
Treebeard
Folkhavecometogriefhere.Aye,theyhave,togrief.Laurelindórenanlindelorendormalinornélionornemalin,’hehummedtohimself.’Theyarefallingratherbehindtheworldinthere,Iguess,’hesaid’Neitherthiscountry,noranythingelseoutsidetheGoldenWood,iswhatitwaswhenCelebornwasyoung.Still:
Taurelilómëa-tumbalemornaTumbaletaurëaLómëanor,1
thatiswhattheyusedtosay.Thingshavechanged,butitisstilltrueinplaces.’
’Whatdoyoumean?’saidPippin.’Whatistrue?’
’ThetreesandtheEnts,’saidTreebeard.’Idonotunderstandallthatgoesonmyself,soIcannotexplainittoyou.SomeofusarestilltrueEnts,andlivelyenoughinourfashion,butmanyaregrowingsleepy,goingtree-ish,asyoumightsay.Mostofthetreesarejusttrees,ofcourse;butmanyarehalfawake.Somearequitewideawake,andafeware,well,ah,wellgettingEntish.Thatisgoingonallthetime.
’Whenthathappenstoatree,youfindthatsomehavebadhearts.Nothingtodowiththeirwood:Idonotmeanthat.Why,IknewsomegoodoldwillowsdowntheEntwash,gonelongago,alas!Theywerequitehollow,indeedtheywerefallingalltopieces,butasquietandsweet-spokenasayoungleaf.Andthentherearesometreesinthevalleysunderthemountains,soundasabell,andbadrightthrough.Thatsortofthingseemstospread.Thereusedtobesomeverydangerouspartsinthiscountry.Therearestillsomeveryblackpatches.’
’LiketheOldForestawaytothenorth,doyoumean?’askedMerry.
’Aye,aye.
