For Pete's sake. Why do I let me run my life. I should just outsource all mental control to my mom; she would be so much better at keeping on top of my life. Ugh. Here is the waaaaaaaaay too late chapter.
Treebeard was distressed at the hobbits' gloominess and anger, but firm in his decision. "I will leave you at the western borders of the forest," he said. "You can make your way north to your homeland from there." The hobbits did not reply. Merry was glaring at his own furry toes, but Pippin gasped.
"Wait! Stop! Stop!" The other two looked at him, Treebeard's mossy head craning around, and Merry with an alarmed expression. "Turn around," Pippin said. "Take us south instead. Turn around!"
"South?" Treebeard asked, flustered. "But that will lead you past Isengard!"
"Yes," Pippin said. "Exactly. If we go south, we can slip past Saruman unnoticed! The closer we are to danger, the father we are from harm! It's the last thing he'd expect."
"Hmm," Treebeard muttered. "That doesn't make sense to me...though you are very small. Perhaps you're right." He sighed. "South it is, then: Hold on, little Shirelings!" He swung about and face south instead, the dim light of the rising sun on their left. "I always like going south," Treebeard said. "Somehow it feels like going downhill."
"Are you mad?" Merry hissed up to Pippin. "We'll be caught! And we haven't Tirnel to protect us now!"
"No, we won't," Pippin said, grinning. "Not this time."
They trudged on for hours, until the sun was high behind the barrier of fog and smoke that hung over Isengard. "...and those little family of field mice that climb up sometimes, and they tickle me awfully. They're always trying to get somewhere where they-" Treebeard broke off. They had reached the new edge of the forest, where miles of trees had been cut away violently. "Many of these trees were my friends," he cried. "Creatures I had known from nut and acorn!"
"I'm sorry, Treebeard," Pippin said quietly.
"They had voices of their own!" the ent muttered. His eyes alit on the cruel dark spike of Orthanc, placed at the mountain's feet before them. "Saruman. A wizard should know better!" he snarled, quaking with fury. Treebeard hunched over suddenly, then exploded with a roar of grief and anger that rang throughout the forest and valley.
The echoes died away, leaving Treebeard panting and still furious. "There is no curse in elvish, entish, or the tongues of men for this treachery. My business is with Isengard tonight: with rock and stone."
A hoarse moaning echoed from the trees behind the hobbits and Treebeard, and Merry turned slowly to see the remaining trees behind them bristling with ents. They advance around Treebeard, and the old ent followed his fellows towards the dark tower. "Yes," Merry whispered, seeing now the brilliance of Pippin's plan.
"Come, my friends," Treebeard growled. "The ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom: Last march of the ents."
I wish I was able to keep on top of these things. Here is a chapter. Much love to all of you.