< the scene is moved of trackers in the persecution of nighttime of Glad and Pippin. Hobbits functions in the Fangorn, looking for to lose orc to pursue. They pull down in the land, it are of the breath >

Pippin: We lose it? < looks at in lathe > of me thinks that we lose it.

< suddenly, Grishnakh appears behind the trees, brandishing a blade >

Grishnakh: I’m that goes to become torn for is of small its innards filthy! Come here!

< Glad and Pippin function and hide behind a tree >

Glad: Trees! A tree scales!

< pippin and glad scramble quickly above of a tree each one >

Glad: < looks at around and then sighs in the relief > Is IDO.

< suddenly, Glad is pulled by its feet and falls to the land. Grishnakh inclines on it with its blade menacing. Glad attempts to retrocede it are but to no advantage >

Pippin: Glad!

< Pippin looks at for low in the horror but while it turns its head, it spots a pair of the yellow eyes shining that it blinks in he’s of the tree that adhere it. The tree starts to move itself and to moan >

Treebeard: Hooooo...

Pippin: Argh! < Pippin loses its squeeze in fright and the claws in air futilely while it falls. The tree stops it before it has beaten to the land >

Grishnakh: Let’s put a larva-puncture in its belly.

< suddenly deteta something behind of it and while it looks at above, stomps of the tree and squashes in the wooden floor of the forest >

Pippin: It functions, Glad!

< the Glad attempts to function moved away but are excavated by the tree >

Treebeard: < looks at the small creatures in its hands > Orcs! Burárum...

Pippin: To speak of It’s, Glad. The tree is speaking!

Treebeard: Tree! I am not no tree. I am one ent. < Stomps slowly through the forest >

Glad: Treeherder! One shepherd of the forest.

Pippin: Colloquy of Don’t it, glad. Don’t stimulates it.

Treebeard: Treebeard, some calls me.

Pippin: E whose the side is you on?

Treebeard: Side? I am in the side of nobody’s because nobody’s in my lateral, little orc. Nobody imports with wood anymore.

Glad: Orcs de We’re not. We’re Hobbits!

Treebeard: Hobbits? Never heard of one hobbit before. Sounds as mischief of orc me! < presses its hold in hobbits and espreme them. Glad and Pippin choraminga in pain > They comes with fire, them comes with axes. Gnawing, biting, breaking, to cut, being burnt! Destroyers and usurpers, attends a course!

Glad: No., you don’t understands. We’re Hobbits... Haflings! Shirefolk!

Treebeard: Perhaps you she is and perhaps you aren’t. Wizard white will know.

Pippin: The White Wizard?

Glad: Saruman.

< Treebeard leaves them to fall in the land and hobbits looks at above in wizard white >