Pippin
It's talking to us, Merry. The tree is talking!
Treebeard
Tree? I am no tree! I am an Ent.
Merry
[fascinated]
A tree-herder. A shepherd of the forest!
Pippin
Don't talk to it, Merry. Don't encourage it!
Treebeard
Treebeard, some call me.
Pippin
And... whose side are you on?
Treebeard
Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little Orc. No one cares for the woods anymore.
Merry
We're not Orcs. We're Hobbits!
Treebeard
"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!!
Merry
You don't understand! We're Hobbits! Halflings! Shire-folk!
Treebeard
Maybe you are not... [calming] and maybe you are. The White Wizard will know.
Pippin
Look, there's smoke to the south!
Treebeard
There's always smoke rising from Isengard these days.
Merry
Isengard?
Treebeard
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.
Pippin
[Merry and Pippin see the Uruk-hai army]
What is it?
Merry
It's Saruman's army. The war has started.
Pippin
Turn around. Turn around and take us south!
Treebeard
South? But that will... lead you past Isengard.
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 is the last thing he'll expect.
Treebeard
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.
Merry
[to Pippin]
Are you mad?! We'll be caught.
Pippin
No, we won't. Not this time.
Treebeard
[Seeing the torn-down forest around Isengard]
Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut and acorn.
Pippin
I'm sorry, Treebeard.
Treebeard
They had voices of their own... Saruman... A wizard should know better!
Treebeard
[He gives a loud yell which echoes across the landscape]
There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men for this treachery!
Pippin
[More Ents emerge from the woods, following Treebeard]
Look, the trees! They're moving!
Merry
Where are they going?
Treebeard
They have business with the Orcs. My business is with Isengard tonight, with rock and stone!
Treebeard
[More Ents emerge from the woods, joining Treebeard]
Come, my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. The last march of the Ents.
