LOTR 06 - Fangorn Ents Treebeard 06

Deep Forest, Baka Beyond, Afro-Celt, Nature sounds, Tribal New Age, mysterious atmosphere

Some where in the Forest....
are living some big old trees
who can walk and talk,
and love and hate,
and think.....

"Half grown Hobbits, Hole-Dwellers!"
"Hill" is one of those hasty words.
Like "tree". (talking trees)

Talking Trees, if you please.
If you please, we are talking trees.

Gold Wood Dream Flower Loth Lorien 
Where seldom have been feet of men.
Few mortal men have seen the light.
That shines there ever bright.
White star Galadriel 
Deep is her well.
In Dwimor Den
Loth Lorien.

It is a queer land, 
I am surprised you got out.
Now you are in Fangorn Forest.
Where Roots are long, 
And Years thicker than leaves.
Taure Morn Alome.

I.....
Am.....
An Ent.

An Ent?  What's that?
What do you call yourself?
What is your real name? (real name hah)
Oh now, that would be telling.....

Merry and Pippin were so very little
compared to the tall Tree Ent.
"Tree Beard" my name is Tree Bead.
But what are you I wonder?
You do not fit in the old lists....
Learn now the Lore of Living Creatures!
Eldest of all Free People, the Elves....
Rum tea tum, hurumph (murmur)
Ram tom tay, Room tee toom
Dwarf the dark, Ent the Earth Born,
Man the Mortal.... (hum hum)
Beaver, Hound, Hunter,
Eagle in eerie, Oxen, 
Swan the whitest....
it tis a long list....

Come to the Ent Moot (moot)
Quick Beam, lift up your root!
Not all of us have gone rotten,
Not all Ents have gone hollow.
Tree-herds walk and talk, (rum)
Tree-Ents take time to talk,
and a long time to think.
Hasty folk babble like brooks,
their words running rivers.
 Saruman is plotting to become
a power, cutting down all the trees.
Orcs came with axes and cut down 
my tree friends to feed fires.

In the Spring i walked in willows.
Tasarian to Ossiriand, with Elms.
Seven Rivers of Summer.
Ent wives knew that was best,
With Bregalad to take a rest.
It was more than my desire.
In Autumn came Neldoreth.
In Winter were Pine Trees 
in Dorthonian, Orod Na Thon.
I remember those lands under water
now, taken by waves long ago.

boom boom, rumboom, boorar
boom boom, darar boom boom
hoom hom, dahrar doom.

To Eye-sin Guard we come, (we come)
with roll of drum on hollow bog log.
Ta Runda roonda rum, we come.
Though I-sin-guard be ringed and barred
with strong stone, we go to war to break
the door. For bowl and bough are burning
now while furnace roars we go to war!
(Roar Roar we go to war, we go to war)
We come we come, let it be done!
With doom we come, with doom we come!
(doom doom doom doooooooom)

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Some where in the Forest.... are living some big old trees who can walk and talk, and love and hate, and think..... "Half grown Hobbits, Hole-Dwellers!" "Hill" is one of those hasty words. Like "tree". (talking trees) Talking Trees, if you please. If you please, we are talking trees. Gold Wood Dream Flower Loth Lorien Where seldom have been feet of men. Few mortal men have seen the light. That shines there ever bright. White star Galadriel Deep is her well. In Dwimor Den Loth Lorien. It is a queer land, I am surprised you got out. Now you are in Fangorn Forest. Where Roots are long, And Years thicker than leaves. Taure Morn Alome. I..... Am..... An Ent. An Ent? What's that? What do you call yourself? What is your real name? (real name hah) Oh now, that would be telling..... Merry and Pippin were so very little compared to the tall Tree Ent. "Tree Beard" my name is Tree Bead. But what are you I wonder? You do not fit in the old lists.... Learn now the Lore of Living Creatures! Eldest of all Free People, the Elves.... Rum tea tum, hurumph (murmur) Ram tom tay, Room tee toom Dwarf the dark, Ent the Earth Born, Man the Mortal.... (hum hum) Beaver, Hound, Hunter, Eagle in eerie, Oxen, Swan the whitest.... it tis a long list.... Come to the Ent Moot (moot) Quick Beam, lift up your root! Not all of us have gone rotten, Not all Ents have gone hollow. Tree-herds walk and talk, (rum) Tree-Ents take time to talk, and a long time to think. Hasty folk babble like brooks, their words running rivers. Saruman is plotting to become a power, cutting down all the trees. Orcs came with axes and cut down my tree friends to feed fires. In the Spring i walked in willows. Tasarian to Ossiriand, with Elms. Seven Rivers of Summer. Ent wives knew that was best, With Bregalad to take a rest. It was more than my desire. In Autumn came Neldoreth. In Winter were Pine Trees in Dorthonian, Orod Na Thon. I remember those lands under water now, taken by waves long ago. boom boom, rumboom, boorar boom boom, darar boom boom hoom hom, dahrar doom. To Eye-sin Guard we come, (we come) with roll of drum on hollow bog log. Ta Runda roonda rum, we come. Though I-sin-guard be ringed and barred with strong stone, we go to war to break the door. For bowl and bough are burning now while furnace roars we go to war! (Roar Roar we go to war, we go to war) We come we come, let it be done! With doom we come, with doom we come! (doom doom doom doooooooom)

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