Wow! I got a really positive response from my last chapter! Thank you to everyone who reviewed, it means so much. To address a few reviews that said the chapter was really short, it was because I wasn't feeling good but I felt you deserved an update. The next few chapters will probably be longer but there will be more time between updates. Anyways, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

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Chapter 3:

"So what should we call you then?" Pippin asked. We were on our way to the edge of the forest, Treebeard having agreed to take me with Merry and Pippin to where ever they were going.

"Uh...I'm not sure," I responded with a shrug. "Whatever you feel is fit." Pippin and Merry seemed to be deep in thought at that reply.

"Hmmm," Pippin tapped his fingers to his chin. "How about Poppy?" I crinkled my nose.

"Pippin, we can't give her any old Hobbit name!" Merry said. He gazed at me. "She seems too regal for that." I laughed a little at this. Nobody had ever called me regal before, at least that I could remember. I couldn't remember much of my life before Merry and Pippin found me. I could remember a dream with an elf and stepping front of a car to save an old lady. That's about it. Everything else was blanked out with little snippets of memory poking through. I could remember getting my first bike and things like that but nothing really important, like my name.

"An Elvish name then?" Pippin asked. Merry shrugged.

"I do not know any Elvish names," he said.

"We could give her an Entish name," Treebeard said in that slow tone of his.

"No, no, no!" Pippin and Merry said quickly. I smiled.

"How about Star?" Pippin suggested. I tilted my head.

"Why?"

"Because you are as beautiful as the night sky," Pippin told me before blushing. I was silent for a moment before I burst out laughing.

"Alright," I said. Another memory came to mind. A Spanish class. They were teaching us how to say star in Spanish. "How about Estrella?" Merry and Pippin both looked up at me, wide smiles on their faces.

"That's perfect." Merry said.

"Wait! Stop!" Pippin yelled, waking me from my slumber and almost causing to make me fall off Treebeard. "Stop!" Treebeard stood still to hear what the Hobbit had to say. "Turn around," Pippin commanded. I could see thoughts forming in his mind. He had a plan. "Turn around, take us south."

"South?" Treebeard repeated. "But that will lead you past Isengard." What was Isengard? I wondered. I kept my thoughts to myself, however and waited for someone to speak again. A smile formed on Pippin's face.

"Yes," he nodded. "Exactly." Merry looked as if he was beginning to understand whatever Pippin was trying to do. Isengard seemed to be a place. "If we go south, we can slip past Saruman unnoticed." Pippin continued. Saruman? What an odd name. "The closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm!" Wait a moment...danger? Who exactly was this Saruman guy? And what was Isengard? I was about to ask when Pippin began to talk again. "It's the last thing he'll expect." Treebeard seemed to consider this suggestion.

"That doesn't make sense to me." He said, "But then you are very small. Perhaps you're right." I don't know what being small had anything to do with it but I agreed, sensing Pippin had some ulterior motive. "South it is then." Treebeard said, beginning to move once more. "Hold on, little Shirelings." Ok, what the hell was a Shireling? I was so confused. "I always liked going south. Somehow it feels like going downhill."

"Are you mad?" I heard Merry ask Pippin quietly. "We'll be caught!"

"No, we won't." Pippin responded. "Not this time."

"Excuse me," I said, "But could someone explain to me what the hell is going on?"

"And those little family of field mice that climb up sometimes and they tickle me awfully." Treebeard was saying when we emerged from the woods into a barren wasteland. My mouth hung open at the sight of all the stumps of trees that used to be. Who would do something so terrible? "They're always trying to get somewhere where they..." Treebeard trailed off as he noticed the destruction and ruin.

We stood in silence for a moment, just taking it all in. I wanted to look away but I couldn't. A new memory resurfaced and I knew that back on Earth (wherever I was now most certainly wasn't Earth), I had protested against the cutting of trees. I had tried to save rainforests. Clearly nature and the environment had always been important to me. Whoever had done this was no better than the humans I knew. My face twisted into an expression of disgust.

"Many of these trees were my friends," Treebeard said, sadly. It broke my heart to hear him talk that way. "Creatures I had known from nut and acorn."

"I'm sorry, Treebeard." Pippin said softly.

"They had voices of their own," Treebeard ignored Pippin. He turned his gaze on a tower in the distance with smoke coming from the area around it. "Saruman," he growled. That must've been Isengard then. "A wizard should know better!"

Thank goodness, Pippin and Merry had filled me in on Saruman or I would've been so lost at that moment. I suspected they were hiding something from me but I didn't question them. They had looked at me oddly while explaining. I guess most of the people around here knew who Saruman was.

Just then Treebeard released an ear shattering howl full of pain and despair.

"There is no curse in Entish, Elvish or the tongues of Men for this treachery." He said. A strange noise came from behind us and I whipped around, Merry and Pippin following suit. My jaw dropped.

"Look! The trees! They're moving!" Pippin said in wide eyed surprise.

"Where are they going?" Merry asked Treebeard.

"They have business with the Orcs," Treebeard told us. His voice lowered to a dangerous growl. "My business is with Isengard tonight, with rock and stone." I suddenly got the impression that I should never get on Treebeard's bad side.

Another weird sound was heard from behind us and we all turned to look again, save Treebeard. The amazement must've been clear on my face as I watched other creatures, which I could only assume were also Ents, emerge from the trees.

"Yes," Merry said, smiling.

"Come, my friends," Treebeard greeted the Ents. "The Ents are going to war." I felt a strange sort of excitement settle in my heart and stomach. "It is likely that we go to our doom. The last march of the Ents."

A grin spread across my face. Saruman was going down.

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~Liliana