It’s not a question anymore: the ents are going to Isengard. Back on the shoulders of Treebeard, Merry and Pippin are going to learn just what that entails…and it’s not all good.
However, the first bit of info is just awesome. You know how strong trolls are?
As it turns out, trolls were made by evil forces in mockery of ents. Orcs were made to counter elves, so you can see that this is a common theme. As a weaker copy, trolls don’t get to be quite as strong as ents. Oh yes, that means ents are strong. Quite strong. They plan to rip Isengard to pieces, and they have the power to do it.
Unfortunately, the hobbits and Treebeard both realize that this will mean losses. Saruman won’t go down without a fight. This likely will be the last hurrah of the ents, but it is a last hurrah that they must face. The danger otherwise is too great. Even if they perish now, they would have done so later in a more humiliating way.
Die with a sword in your hand, and you’ll get into Valhalla. That’s what the vikings taught me.
Treebeard is sad about this, but not unduly so. He is happy that the ents have chosen to march. He is proud. It seems like all emotion is emanated from the ents’ eyes, and Treebeard’s sure are deep and thoughtful right about now.
All the while, we’re marching on and on. I really don’t know where in the forest we are at this point, but Treebeard says that there is still a long way to go. For ents, that probably means quite the distance. Long strides!
“The woods fell away and they came to scattered groups of birch, and then to bare…”