Sandwich outdoors isn't a sandwich anymore. Tastes different than indoors, notice? Got more spice. Tastes like mint and pinesap. Does wonders for the appetite.
— 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.
Revoici dans l'ombre du soir,
La cloche du cloître qui tinte.
Tu as chanté dans le bois noir
Comme devait chanter les saintes.
Tu rentres pareil au berger
Qui se hâte vers son étable
Et ne sait pourquoi cette étoile
Tremble si fort sur le verger.