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Story time: 
  
  The Two Towers 
  
Book III 
Chapter 4 ~ Treebeard 
p87 (2nd Edition, 1965) 
 by J.R.R. Tolkien 
  
        The 
  two Hobbits Merry and Pippen have just escaped from the orcs of Isengard and 
  found their way into Fangorn Forest where they have met Treebeard, chief of 
  the Ents...talking trees...The hobbits trigger a council of the Ents from 
  which they wander off with Bregalad, a young enting who has already made up 
  his mind about how to deal with Saruman...here's why... 
  
                
  "There were rowan-trees in my home,' said Bregalad, softly and sadly, 'rowan 
  trees that took root when I was an Enting, many many years ago in the quiet of 
  the world. The oldest were planted by the Ents to try and please the Entwives; 
  but they looked at them and smiled and said that they knew where whiter 
  blossom and richer fruit were growing. Yet there are no trees of all that 
  race, the people of the Rose, that are so beautiful to me. And these trees 
  grew and grew, till the shadow of each was like a green hall, and their red 
  berries in the autumn were a burden, and a beauty and a wonder. Birds used to 
  flock there. I like birds, even when they chatter; and the rowan has enough to 
  spare. But the birds became unfriendly and greedy and tore at the trees, and 
  threw the fruit down and did not eat it. Then orcs came with axes and cut down 
  my trees. I came and called them by their long names, but they did not quiver, 
  they did not hear or answer: they lay dead. 
  
                    
  O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimiriee! 
                    
  O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay! 
  
                    
  O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer's day, 
                    
  Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your voice so cool and 
  soft: 
                    
  Upon your head how golden-red the crown you core aloft! 
  
                    
  O rowan dead, upon your head your hair is dry and grey; 
  
                    
  Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for ever and a day. 
  
                    
  O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimiriee! 
  
       " 
  The hobbits soon fell asleep to the sound of the soft singing of Bregalad, 
  that seemed to lament in many tongues the fall of trees that he had 
  loved..." 
  
  
  
  
  
Spirit One Email wrote: 
  
> The 
    discussion about chanticleer happens to conincide with information 
    
about 
> the proper use of our Earl's and the 
    clansmen's crests.  It is 
enlightening. 
> 
> www.clansinclairusa.org   to 
    history links  then look in bottom of the 
right 
> column.  Ladies look in "For the 
    Ladies"  and men "for the Lads"   There 
> will be other information for the Ladies 
    and Lads in their respective 
areas. 
> 
> Can someone tell us about the Sinclair 
    plant called a "whin".  It seems to 
> have thorns and can be worn in the men's 
    bonnets?    Will we be able to 
see 
> whin in Caithness?   Also want 
    to see the Rowan tree planted by the Queen 
> mother at Wick in 1989.   Is 
    there another name for a Rowan tree?  Were 
> there Rowan trees in the Tolkein's 
    books? 
> 
> Laurel 
> 
> 
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