I don't know why he's so upset. It's only a couple of carrots and some cabbages. And then those empty bags of potatoes we left in last week, and then, the mushrooms, the week before! Yes, Pippin, my point is, he's clearly over reacting!
I know it is too late to turn aside. I know there is not much point now in hoping. If i were a knight of Rohan, capable of great deeds... But I'm not. I'm a Hobbit. And I know I can't save Middle-earth. I just want to help my friends. Frodo. Sam. Pippin. More than anything, I wish Icould see them again.
— It’s talking, Merry. The tree is talking!
— Tree?! I am no tree. I am an Ent.
— A treeherder! A shepherd of the forest!
— Don’t talk to it, Merry. Don’t encourage it.
— Treebeard, some call me.
— And whose side are you on?
— Side? I am on nobody’s side... because nobody’s on my side, little Orc. Nobody cares for the woods anymore.
Frodo Baggins: — Where are you taking us?
Aragorn: — Into the Wild.
Meriadoc Brandybuck: — How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf?
Frodo Baggins: — I think a servant of the enemy would look fairer... — and feel fouler.
Meriadoc Brandybuck: — He's foul enough.
Frodo Baggins: — We have no choice but to trust him.
Samwise Gamgee: — But where is he leading us?
Aragorn: — To Rivendell, Master Gamgee. To the house of Elrond.
Samwise Gamgee: — Did you hear that? Rivendell. We're going to see the Elves.