Властелин колец: Две башни

           Heended,andstrodeonsilently,andinallthewood,asfarasearcouldreach,therewasnotasound.

           Thedaywaned,andduskwastwinedaboutthebolesofthetrees.Atlastthehobbitssaw,risingdimlybeforethem,asteepdarkland:theyhadcometothefeetofthemountains,andtothegreenrootsoftallMethedras.DownthehillsidetheyoungEntwash,leapingfromitsspringshighabove,rannoisilyfromsteptosteptomeetthem.Ontherightofthestreamtherewasalongslope,cladwithgrass,nowgreyinthetwilight.Notreesgrewthereanditwasopentothesky;starswereshiningalreadyinlakesbetweenshoresofcloud.

           Treebeardstrodeuptheslope,hardlyslackeninghispace.Suddenlybeforethemthehobbitssawawideopening.Twogreattreesstoodthere,oneoneitherside,likelivinggate-posts;buttherewasnogatesavetheircrossingandinterwovenboughs.AstheoldEntapproached,thetreeslifteduptheirbranches,andalltheirleavesquiveredandrustled.Fortheywereevergreentrees,andtheirleavesweredarkandpolished,andgleamedinthetwilight.Beyondthemwasawidelevelspace,asthoughthefloorofagreathallhadbeencutinthesideofthehill.Oneitherhandthewallsslopedupwards,untiltheywerefiftyfeethighormore,andalongeachwallstoodanaisleoftreesthatalsoincreasedinheightastheymarchedinwards.