The ancient one offers shelter and under golden and green light he gives them water to grow. He sings of the Entwives, long lost to him, and listens to their tales of fallen wizards.
Rowan and oak, linden and beech, willow and fir, they all come to the moot, where a new line is added to the old lists.
Then, burning anger rises, and the trees, with marching song and rolling drum, go to Isengard.
The war begins.
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