[Seeing the torn-down forest around Isengard]

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!

[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!

[More Ents emerge from the woods, following Treebeard]

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!

[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.