Did we lose him? [Looks around] I think we lost him.
[Suddenly, Grishnákh appears from behind the trees, brandishing a blade.] GRISHNÁKH I’m gonna rip out your filthy little innards! Come here!
[Merry and Pippin run and hide behind a tree.]
MERRY:
Trees! Climb a tree!
[Pippin and Merry quickly scramble up a tree each.]
MERRY:
[Looks around and then sighs in relief.] He's gone.
[Suddenly, Merry is pulled by his legs and falls to the ground. Grishnákh leans over him with his menacing blade. Merry tries to kick him off but to no avail.]
PIPPIN:
Merry!
[Pippin looks down in horror but as he turns his head, he spots a pair of gleaming yellow eyes blinking in the tree he’s clinging to. The tree starts to move and groan.]
TREEBEARD:
Hooooo...
PIPPIN:
Argh!!
[Pippin loses his grip in fright and grabs at the air futilely as he falls.
The tree catches him before he hits the ground.] GRISHNÁKH Let’s put a maggot-hole in your belly.
[Suddenly he senses something behind him and as he looks up, the tree stomps and squashes him onto the forest floor.]
PIPPIN:
Run, Merry!
[Merry tries to run away but is scooped by the tree.]
TREEBEARD:
[Looks at the creatures in his hands] Little Orcs! Burárum...
PIPPIN:
It’s talking, Merry. The tree is talking!
TREEBEARD:
Tree?! I am no tree. I am an Ent. [Stomps slowly through the forest.]
MERRY:
A treeherder! A shepherd of the forest.
PIPPIN:
Don’t talk to it, Merry. Don’t encourage it.
TREEBEARD:
Treebeard, some call me.
PIPPIN:
And whose side are you on?
TREEBEARD:
Side? I am on nobody’s side because nobody’s on my side, little Orc. Nobody cares for the woods anymore.