They found that they were looking at a most extraordinary face. It belonged to a large Man-like, almost Troll-like, figure, at least fourteen foot high, very sturdy, with a tall head, and hardly any neck. Whether it was clad in stuff like green and grey bark, or whether that was its hide, was difficult to say. At any rate the arms, at a short distance from the trunk, were not wrinkled, but covered with a brown smooth skin. The large feet had seven toes each. The lower part of the long face was covered with a sweeping grey beard, bushy, almost twiggy at the roots, thin and mossy at the ends. But at the moment the hobbits noted little but the eyes. These deep eyes were now surveying them, slow and solemn, but very penetrating. They were brown, shot with a green light. Often afterwards Pippin tried to describe his first impression of them.

"One felt as if there was an enormous well behind them, filled up with ages of memory and long, slow, steady thinking; but their surface was sparkling with the present: like sun shimmering on the outer leaves of a vast tree, or on the ripples of a very deep lake. I don't know but it felt as if something that grew in the ground-asleep, you might say, or just feeling itself as something between roof-tip and leaf-tip, between deep earth and sky had suddenly waked up, and was considering you with the same slow care that it had given to its own inside affairs for endless years."

'Hrum, Hoom," murmured the voice, a deep voice like a very deep woodwind instrument. "Very odd indeed! Do not be hasty, that is my motto. But if I had seen you, before I heard your voices - I liked them: nice little voices; they reminded me of something I cannot remember - if I had seen you before I heard you, I should have just trodden on you, taking you for little Orcs, and found out my mistake afterwards. Very odd you are, indeed. Root and twig, very odd!"

Pippin, though still amazed, no longer felt afraid. Under those eyes he felt a curious suspense, but not fear. "Please." he said,"who are you? And what are you?"

A queer look came into the old eyes, a kind of wariness; the deep wells were covered over. 'Hrum, now," answered the voice;"well, I am an Ent, or that's what they call me. Yes, Ent is the word.The Ent, I am, you might say, in your manner of speaking.Fangorn is my name according to some,Treebeard others make it.Treebeard will do."

"AnEnt ?" said Merry. "What's that? But what do you call yourself? What's your real name?"

"Hoo now!" replied Treebeard. "Hoo! Now that would be telling! Not so hasty. AndI am doing the asking. You are inmy country. What areyou , I wonder? I cannot place you. You do not seem to come in the old lists that I learned when I was young. But that was a long, long time ago, and they may have made new lists. Let me see! Let me see! How did it go?

Learn now the lore of Living Creatures!

First name the four, the free peoples:

Eldest of all, the elf-children;

Dwarf the delver, dark are his houses;

Ent the earthborn, old as mountains;

Man the mortal, master of horses:

Hm, hm, hm.

Beaver the builder, buck the leaper,

Bear bee-hunter, boar the fighter;

Hound is hungry, hare is fearful...

hm, hm.

Eagle in eyrie, ox in pasture,

Hart horn-crowned; hawk is swiftest

Swan the whitest, serpent coldest...

Hoom, hm; hoom. hm. how did it go? Room tum, room tum, roomty toom tum. It was a long list. But anyway you do not seem to fit in anywhere!"

"We always seem to have got left out of the old lists, and the old stories," said Merry. "Yet we've been about for quite a long time. We'rehobbits ."

"Why not make a new line?" said Pippin.

Half-grown hobbits, the hole-dwellers.

"Put us in amongst the four, next to Man (the Big People) and you've got it."

"Hm! Not bad, not bad," said Treebeard. "That would do. So you live in holes, eh? It sounds very right and proper. Who calls youhobbits , though? That does not sound elvish to me. Elves made all the old words: they began it."

"Nobody else calls us hobbits; we call ourselves that," said Pippin.

"Hoom, hmm! Come now! Not so hasty! You callyourselves hobbits? But you should not go telling just anybody. You'll be letting out your own right names if you're not careful."

"We aren't careful about that," said Merry. "As a matter of fact I'm a Brandybuck, Meriadoc Brandybuck, though most people call me just Merry."

"And I'm a Took, Peregrin Took, but I'm generally called Pippin, or even Pip."

"Hm, but youare hasty folk, I see," said Treebeard. "I am honoured by your confidence; but you should not be too free all at once. There are Ents and Ents, you know; or there are Ents and things that look like Ents but ain't, as you might say. I'll call you Merry and Pippin if you please - nice names. For I am not going to tell you my name, not yet at any rate." A queer half-knowing, half-humorous look came with a green flicker into his eyes. "For one thing it would take a long while: my name is growing all the time, and I've lived a very long, long time; somy name is like a story. Real names tell you the story of the things they belong to in my language, in the Old Entish as you might say. It is a lovely language, but it takes a very long time to say anything in it, because we do not say anything in it, unless it is worth taking a long time to say, and to listen to.

"But now," and the eyes became very bright and"present', seeming to grow smaller and almost sharp,"what is going on? What are you doing in it all? I can see and hear (andsmelland feel) a great deal from this, from this, from thisa-lalla-lalla-rumba-kamanda-lind-or-burume. Excuse me: that is a part of my name for it; I do not know what the word is in the outside languages: you know, the thing we are on, where I stand and look out on fine mornings, and think about the Sun, and the grass beyond the wood, and the horses, and the clouds, and the unfolding of the world. What is going on? What is Gandalf up to? And these -burarum ," he made a deep rumbling noise like a discord on a great organ -"these Orcs, and young Saruman down at Isengard? I like news. But not too quick now."

"There is quite a lot going on," said Merry:"and even if we tried to be quick, it would take a long time to tell. But you told us not to be hasty. Ought we to tell you anything so soon? Would you think it rude, if we asked what you are going to do with us, and which side you are on? And did you know Gandalf?"