I have a whole lot of feelings today. Unfortunately, they really don’t have anything to do with Lord of the Rings, so we’re just going to say that I have a whole lot of feelings, and leave it mostly at that.
Anyway, while Théoden’s company sleeps unsoundly with the darkness moving about them, the scene back at Helm’s Deep is similar. Men there hear loud noises in the night, and by the morning the forest, along with the pile of orcs, has vanished. Much of the grass is brown and dried up, and a hole has been dug and filled with rocks. Are the orcs in there?
In the morning, those going to Isengard ride on. The river Isen is suddenly running strongly again, though the valley around them is desolate. They continue to make their way to Isengard, but now riding on the paved road.
-the Death Down: That’s what they call this new mound of rocks at Helm’s Deep. Nothing grows on it, ever, and no man touches it. Would you?
Yeah…it’s filled with dead orcs. It’s really nice of the ents to dispose of them, but I wish they could have done something a little less ominous. Can you imagine looking out in the morning and seeing a strange, dead-looking, rocky pile? And it’s not going anywhere.
To be fair, I don’t think that ents really understand the customs of other races. They just go ahead and feast on the grass in Helm’s Deep, which probably isn’t very nice to the people that live there, and then they go ahead and leave the creepy mound. The thing with ents is, I think they just do what they want. They don’t bother trying to please anyone, because, well…no one tries to please them either.
I should probably go have my feelings now. Happy New Year, everybody! May it bring wonderful things, and probably another Hobbit movie.
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