[Treebeard carryies the hobbits near Isengard.]

Treebeard: "And a little family of field mice that climb up sometimes and it tickle me awfully. They're always trying to get somewhere —"

[Treebeard stops as he sees cut and burned trees.]

Treebeard: "Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut and acorn."

Pippin: "I'm sorry, Treebeard."

Treebeard: "They had voices of their own."

[Treebeard looks past the ruined forest to the furnaces of Isengard.]

Treebeard: "Saruman! A wizard should know better!"

[Treebeard's leaves ruffle in anger.]

[Treebeard lets out a powerful cry that echoes through the forests.]

Treebeard: "There is no curse in elvish, entish or the tongues of men for this treachery."

Pippin: "Look at the trees, they're moving!"

Merry: "Where are they going?"

Treebeard: "They have business with the orcs. My business is with Isengard tonight. With a rock and stone."

[The hobbits look as Ents march out from the forest.]

Merry: "Yes!"

Treebeard: "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."

[The Ents march towards Isengard.]