Merry? Merry!
What is it? What do you smell?
Man-flesh.
Aragorn.
They've picked up our trail... let's move!
Merry? Merry!
What is it? What do you smell?
Man-flesh.
Aragorn.
They've picked up our trail... let's move!
It's talking to us, Merry. The tree is talking!
Tree? I am no tree! I am an Ent.
A tree-herder. A shepherd of the forest!
Don't talk to it, Merry. Don't encourage it!
Treebeard, some call me.
And... whose side are you on?
Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little Orc. No one cares for the woods anymore.
We're not Orcs. We're Hobbits!
"Hobbits"? Never heard of a Hobbit before. [getting angry] Sounds like Orc mischief to me! They come with fire! They come with axes! Gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning!! Destroyers and usurpers, CURSE THEM!!
You don't understand! We're Hobbits! Halflings! Shire-folk!
Maybe you are not... [calming] and maybe you are. The White Wizard will know.
Look, there's smoke to the south!
There's always smoke rising from Isengard these days.
Isengard?
There was a time when Saruman would walk in my woods. But now he has a mind of metal, and wheels. He no longer cares for growing things.
What is it?
It's Saruman's army. The war has started.
Turn around. Turn around and take us south!
South? But that will... lead you past Isengard.
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 is the last thing he'll expect.
Hmm, that doesn't make much sence. But then you are rather small. Perhaps you're right. South it is then. I always liked going south. Somehow feels like going downhill.
Are you mad?! We'll be caught.
No, we won't. Not this time.
Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut and acorn.
I'm sorry, Treebeard.
They had voices of their own... Saruman... A wizard should know better!
There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men for this treachery!
Look, the trees! They're moving!
Where are they going?
They have business with the Orcs. My business is with Isengard tonight, with rock and stone!
Come, my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. The last march of the Ents.