towers

treebeard 611
Ah! the gold and the red and the sighing of leaves in the
Autumn in Taur-na-neldor!
It was more than my desire.
To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbed
in the Winter.
Ah! the wind and the whiteness and the black branches of
Winter upon Orod-na-Thôn!
My voice went up and sang in the sky.
And now all those lands lie under the wave,
And I walk in Ambaróna, in Tauremorna, in Aldalómë,
In my own land, in the country of Fangorn,
Where the roots are long,
And the years lie thicker than the leaves
In Tauremornalómë.
He ended, and strode on silently, and in all the wood, as far
as ear could reach, there was not a sound.
The day waned, and dusk was twined about the boles of
the trees. At last the hobbits saw, rising dimly before them, a
steep dark land: they had come to the feet of the mountains,
and to the green roots of tall Methedras. Down the hillside
the young Entwash, leaping from its springs high above, ran
noisily from step to step to meet them. On the right of the
stream there was a long slope, clad with grass, now grey in
the twilight. No trees grew there and it was open to the sky;
stars were shining already in lakes between shores of cloud.
Treebeard strode up the slope, hardly slackening his pace.
Suddenly before them the hobbits saw a wide opening. Two
great trees stood there, one on either side, like living gateposts;
but there was no gate save their crossing and interwoven
boughs. As the old Ent approached, the trees lifted
up their branches, and all their leaves quivered and rustled.
For they were evergreen trees, and their leaves were dark and
polished, and gleamed in the twilight. Beyond them was a
wide level space, as though the floor of a great hall had been
cut in the side of the hill. On either hand the walls sloped