Hoom, hm! Let us not be hasty, young Tropers.
Who am I? Some call me an Ent. The Ent, I am, you might say, in your manner of speaking. Fangorn is my name according to some (Sphangorno in Old Sindarin spoken before the sun and moon appeared and the rebel Noldor came out east), Treebeard others make it. I will not tell you my real name, not yet at any rate. For one thing, it would take a very long while to say it, like saying anything in my language — Old Entish, you may call it.
I dwell on the land they call Middle-Earth, where I walked in the willow-meads of Tasarinan and the elm-woods of Ossiriand and trough the beeches of Neldoreth, but now I walk in my very own domain, the Fangorn Forest, that is named after me. I guard the trees of the forest, for we, the Ents, are the Shepherds of Trees. We do not care about the business of others, for nobody really cares about us. But when two young hobbits arrived to my forest and told me about the evil deeds of — burárum — the wizard Saruman, I summoned the Entmoot and we marched to Isengard and brought it down! For there is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men for such treachery!
You may read about me in a book written by the young J. R. R. Tolkien. Or, if you are one of the hasty folks, you may watch the films of young Peter Jackson.
But let us see the tropes now. Room tum, room tum, how did they go?
- Awakening the Sleeping Giant: I was not concerned by the wars of wizards, men and elves for a long time. Only when I learned about Saruman's treachery did I summon my fellow Ents and marched to Isengard, flooding the place and destroying Saruman's armies.
- Baritone of Strength: Young Tolkien describes my voice sounding like a very deep wood-wind instrument, and when someone threatens my forest, I am a force to be reckoned with, one might say.
- Berserk Button: I hate those — burárum — those wood-chopping, tree-killing Orcs!
- Beware the Nice Ones: I am usually peaceful and seldom hasty. But when I get — burárum — when I get angry, then I am a force to be reckoned with.
- Constantly Curious: I lived for very long, but it seems there are always new things in the world to learn. When I first met the hobbits, I wanted to learn everything about them.
- Curb-Stomp Battle: When we marched to Isengard, Saruman and his orcs did not stand a chance.
- Evil Knockoff: Hoom, hm! Not me or my fellow Ents but those — burárum — trolls created by Morgoth. They are but an inferior copy much like the orcs are inferior version of the elves. Why Saruman decided to follow the ways of Morgoth and his disciple Sauron I will never know....More power?! Hoom, hm! That was folly. Sauron's promises are as hollow as his master's were.
- Gaia's Vengeance: When Saruman and his orcs threatened my forest and destroyed many, many trees, we, the Ents marched to Isengard and brought them down!
- Gentle Giant: We Ents are larger than most people on Middle-Earth. But we hurt nobody, unless they hurt the trees!
- Name That Unfolds Like Lotus Blossom: In Old Entish, names tell the stories of the things and people they belong to. As I grow older, my true name is growing all the time with it. Lotus blossoms, though, were more the Entwives' field of expertise.
- Neutral No Longer: For a while, I was on nobody's side, because nobody was on my side. But when Saruman and his - burárum - his orcs destroyed the trees in Isengard and in my woods, I summoned the Entmoot and we marched to Isengard to have our revenge.
- Only Known By His Nickname: As my name takes very long to say, hasty folks like hobbits only call me Fangorn or Treebeard.
- Overly Long Name: My real name is like a story. It includes everything I did in my life. And since I lived very long, my name takes a very long while to say.
- Plant Person: I look a lot like those trees I am guarding.
- This Is Unforgivable!: There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men for Saruman's treachery. The only thing we, Ents could do is destroying Isengard.
- Time Abyss: I've lived a very long, long time. I am one of the oldest beings on Middle-Earth, you might say. Older than the wizards, older than most elves (except for the ferryman named Círdan), and nearly as old as my fellow forest-guardian Tom Bombadil.
- Treants: At first look, you might mistake me for a tree. In your manner of speaking, the shepherd becomes like his sheep, you might say. Hoom, hm.
- Verbal Tic: One might say, I tend to say "hoom, hm" a lot. But let us not be hasty! I also often say burárum when I think of something that makes me angry.
- When Trees Attack: I am not a tree, I am an Ent! But not only do we, Ents, resemble trees, but we also guard trees that can get a voice and learn to walk, and march with us to Isengard to fight Saruman's forces.
