Wow, it's been a while. No excuses, I am just a miserable shit. Heeeeeeeere' your chapter!
Night had fallen over Fangorn as the ents conferred, and Pippin paced among the swaying tree people as they spoke in their strange language. Treebeard suddenly turned away from the circle, plodding over to where the hobbits were.
"Merry," Pippin said, stopping his pacing and looking up into the ent's face.
"We have just agreed," Treebeard said.
Merry and Pippin looked at each other, for the ent did not continue, appearing to doze off. "Yes?" Merry prompted.
"Oh. I have told your names to the Entmoot, and we have agreed: You are not orcs!" Treebeard seemed very proud, and the other ents behind him nodded.
"Well, that's good news," Pippin said.
"And what about Saruman?" Merry asked, frustrated. "Have you come to a decision about him?"
"Now, don't be hasty, Master Meriadoc," Treebeard said, waving a large leafy hand at the hobbit.
"Hasty?" Merry snapped. "Our friends are out there! They need our help! They cannot fight this war on their own."
"War? Yes," Treebeard agreed. "It affects us all. But you must understand, young hobbit," he continued, leaning down to Merry. "It takes a long time to say anything in Old Entish, and we ents do not say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say."
Man, poor Merry. Since it took me about five tries to write "miserable" up there, I think I'll leave it here for tonight and GET SOME SLEEP.