"The Fellowship is broken. Frodo and Sam are on their way to Mordor. Boromir is dead. Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli are on their way to Rohan. Merry, Pippin and me have been taken captive by orcs.
While on his journey to destroy the One Ring, Frodo f...
Frodo and Sam stumbled in front of Faramir. Their hands were bound with rope. There was no way that they could escape.
"The Ring will not save Gondor." Frodo told Faramir. "It only has the power to destroy." Faramir looked over at Frodo. There was no pity or remorse in his heart.
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"Please, let me go!" Frodo whimpered. His big blue eyes became watery. "Please."
One of Faramir's men came up from behind and violently pushed Frodo forward.
Meanwhile, Treebeard slowly approached the ruins of Isengard. Many tree stumps were scattered all around. There was a river of smoke in the air.
"Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut and acorn." said Treebeard, sorrowfully.
I pitied Treebeard. I couldn't stand to see him all upset. He had lost everyone that he ever knew. Everyone that he ever loved. His friends, his family.
"I'm so sorry, Treebeard. I don't know what to say." I said, softly.
"They had voices of their own." replied Treebeard. "Saruman! A wizard should know better!"
Treebeard let out a loud cry. "There is no curse in elvish, entish or the tongues of men for this treachery."
I pointed to a group of Ents marching out of the forest. "What...what is that? Are those...Ents?"
"Look at the trees! They're moving!" hollered Pippin.
"What's happening?" I asked, interestedly.
"Where are they going?" asked Merry.
"They have business with the orcs." answered Treebeard. "My business is with Isengard tonight. With a rock and stone. Rárum-rum! Come my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. The last march of the Ents."
