"The white-robed wizard is the one who knows the enemy's weapons best among us. Why is he missing? I want to hear his opinion." Gemir broke the silence.
"This is another topic we will discuss today." Elrond said: "But this question is not for me to answer. The ancient wise man from Fangorn Forest, the Shepherd of the Hundred Trees, please tell me what you have seen. Come out and let our allies know where the danger is coming from."
"Hulum, houlm." Treebeard's strange voice sounded. Frodo thought for a time that he had fallen asleep, but now it seemed that he had been listening. "Yes, yes. This matter must be left to the forest." Tell me, because this thing makes us extremely angry! Hum, although we don't often get angry, but yes, the big trees can get angry too! Someone should remember that under Mount Domid, the forest howls!"
Then he uttered a series of unexplained trombones and murmurs, which Frodo thought was the language of the Ents, which few people could understand at that time.
Many of the dwarves immediately began to writhe uneasily, and the elves were not happy either.
"Yes." Elrond said: "That was a very long time ago. It was so long ago that Beleriand still exists. The light of the Silmaril is brilliant and has no direction, and it is also the source of sorrow."
When many elves heard this, they showed sad expressions. Turka mused, remembering that this was the story of the Silmarillion. He had heard about this story from many elven poems and legends, but he had never delved into it.
"If I remember correctly, it was a very old land," said Bilbo. "Beleriand, well, everything that happened in the First Age was there. The Hobbits didn't exist then. .”
"Many ethnic groups among humans do not even exist." Aragorn looked at him in surprise: "It seems that you have indeed read a lot of Lord Elrond's collection of books. Not many people will remember the name of this place today. Except for the immortal Elves, and dwarves from ancient times.”
"Not everyone among the dwarves knows that," Gimli shouted.
This made Frodo even more curious. For some reason, he wanted to delve into the Lord of Rivendell's books to understand and explore the history buried in the stories and legends of the past.
But a voice sounded in his heart: No, it's not the time yet, your mission is not here.
So he held back his words.
"The sorrows of the past should be buried deep in my heart first, and the affairs of this world are the top priority." Turka said, "We are listening, Lord Treebeard, please continue."
"Yes, yes." Treebeard seemed to have finished venting his anger, and his brown eyes glowed green again, and the momentum that could explode and overturn the courtyard at any time became calm again, "There are very few tree people. Be angry, but when you are angry, you can be very terrible. Many people must remember this. Especially those who are armed with an axe."
"We don't like the forest either," Gimli muttered, earning a glare from his father.
"Then I will tell my story, hoping to the elves and dwarves, and you, Bilbo." Treebeard said: "Don't interrupt me again, because it is very difficult for a tree man to recall something because he has experienced so much. It takes a lot of time and effort to readjust the language to describe it.”
The elves and dwarves present, as well as Bilbo, all bowed to him to express their apology.
Treebeard smiled—let’s call it a smile as he pulled the strange beard-like branches on his big face—and said: “Some time ago—you would say a long, long time ago—the White-robed Wizard Saruman no longer wandered around, no longer concerned about the affairs of elves and humans, and settled down in Angrenost, which is what the humans of Rohan call Isengard."
"He was unknown at first, but later he became more and more famous. It is said that he was elected as the leader of the White Council, but the result was not very good. Now I wonder if Saruman had already gone astray at that time. , harboring evil intentions. However, no matter what, he has not caused any trouble to the neighbors in the past."
"I've talked to him in the past. There was a time when he was always in and out of my forest. He was very polite in those days, always asking my permission first, and always eager to listen. I told him There were many things that he would never have discovered on his own. But he never responded to me with a similar message. I simply couldn't remember what he told me. And he became more and more secretive. His The face, as far as I can remember—I hadn’t seen him for days—became like a window in a stone wall, the kind with shutters inside.”
Frodo discovered that the tree man's speech was indeed as he said, long and complicated.
But many people, I mean - Elrond, Gandalf, Glorfindel, they all became serious, and the dwarves and Aragorn were also silent.
Only the silver-white king looked at the angry tree man calmly, with light shining in his golden vertical pupils.
Treebeard's speech became more and more passionate, even angry: "I think now I understand what he is doing. He is plotting to become the overlord of one party, thinking about metal and wheels, and not caring about the growing things. Unless they obey his orders. More importantly, he is an evil traitor. He is with those filthy things, with those orcs!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar.
"Porrum, Hoom!" Treebeard said loudly: "Yes, the white robe wizard has fallen! There is something worse than that - he started to conduct some very evil experiments. Because of the evil that appeared in the Great Dark Age One characteristic of evil things is that they cannot stand the sun. But Saruman made his orcs endure the sun even though they hated the sun. I wonder what he did? Are they humans who were twisted and destroyed by him? Or are they? He mixed the two races, orcs and humans? That is really a heinous crime!"
"The Silver King once warned me, be careful of the white-robed wizard!" Treebeard rumbled for a moment, as if he was pronouncing some deep Ent language curse from the ground. "But I always thought it was just some kind of unfounded worry! Only recently did I discover that this is indeed the case! He and his group of filthy people are actually destroying the forest wantonly. On the border of Isengard and Fangorn Forest, they are cutting down Trees - they were good trees! Some they just chopped down and left them there to rot - abominable orc evil! But most were chopped up and fed to Orthanc. Stove. During this period, Essinger was always emitting thick smoke.
"Curse him from root to branch! Many of those trees were my friends, I've known them since they were nuts or acorns. Many once had a voice of their own, and are now gone forever. Once joyful The grove that kept singing was now only stumps and thorns, a mess. I wasted my years and neglected my affairs. This behavior must be stopped!"
Treebeard suddenly stood up and punched the stone wall of the Elf Courtyard, causing the entire venue to tremble.
The elves remained silent.
The dwarf's eyes widened.
Human beings looked at the tall tree beard in great surprise and became very humble.
Treebeard's eyes shone like green fire, and his beard stood up like a big broom.
"Turka Aracano once told us that every race should fight for its own survival. Therefore, the tree people hereby declare that the forest will be the enemy of the white-robed wizard!" He said loudly, "This is the tree. The revenge of man is also the anger of the forest! But I remembered the advice of the Silver King and decided to initiate this meeting. I want the elves, dwarves, and humans to be careful. You have more than one enemy! They have already taken action, and Rohan is the first to bear the brunt. "
At that moment, the meeting was speechless. Many people were shocked by this shocking news. Frodo even thought that he would suffocate to death. The ring on the stone table glowed faintly, and a shadow enveloped everyone's hearts.
Until Turka broke the silence.
"I have heard the voice of the tree people. Now, do you still have any doubts?" Wang's voice was soft but firm, and his eyes were calm and intimidating.
The rest of the crowd remained silent.
"Very good." The silver-white king said. He stood up, his majestic body almost like a god in the setting sun. "The world is changing, becoming dangerous, and unpredictable. But there is still hope!"
Frodo couldn't help but tremble, because he suddenly had a premonition that he would witness the greatest moment in the Third Age of Middle-earth.
"The enemy thought we would fall into self-doubt, collapse in despair, and be afraid, but I want to say they were wrong," Wang said.
"The dwarves come asking for help, and they will receive it!"
"Saruman chooses to fall, then he will face judgment!"
"Sauron will fail and his weapons will be destroyed! Oroduiin's fire will be his end!"
"Friends, pick up your swords, polish your armor, the war has begun! Let us declare war on all darkness! Victory belongs to us!"
Elrond, Glorfindel, and Gamir among the elves;
Aragorn, Boromir, and Faramir among men;
Gloin and his son Gimli among the dwarves;
Frodo and Bilbo;
Lord of Fangorn Forest;
Wizard Gandalf! And some others!
They may draw their swords or axes, or they may hold their breasts and bow their heads, to the Son of Heaven, the favored one by fate, the keeper of oaths, the slayer of Balrogs, the friend of the elves, the Lord of Annuminas, King of the North, Dragon's Roar, Silver King, Draknis, Turka Aracano pays my highest respects.
So, on that day, the magnificent horn was blown again. The wind of hope first blows from the deep valley, it crosses the plains and valleys, and comes to the north.
The humans of Annuminas let out a loud cry: The war has begun!
Blowing through forests and mountains to the south.
The Lord of Minas Tirith shouted in fear: The war has begun!
Fly over rivers and streams and come to the east.
The dwarves of the kingdom under the mountain laughed: The war has begun!
Crossing the vast ocean and void, came to the west.
The elves of the Vanya, Noldor, and Teleri tribes all whispered together: The war has begun!
Finally, this voice spread like wind throughout the entire land of Arda, and almost everyone was looking forward to it, because they all knew that the final battle to end this era was about to begin.
