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Treebeard:
The Ents cannot hold back this storm. We must weather such things as we have always done.
Merry Brandybuck:
How can that be your decision?!
Treebeard:
This is not our war.
Merry Brandybuck:
But you're part of this world! Aren't you? You must help! Please! You must do something.
Treebeard:
You are young and brave, Master Merry. But your part in this tale is over. Go back to your home.
Pippin Took:
Maybe Treebeard's right. We don't belong here, Merry. It's too big for us. What can we do in the end? We've got the Shire. Maybe we should go home.
Merry Brandybuck:
The fires of Isengard will spread. And the woods of Tuckborough and Buckland will burn. And all that was once green and good in this world will be gone. There won't be a Shire, Pippin.
Yep. Treebeard is taking them to the western edge of the forest. Pippin tells him to turn around and go south. “The closer we are to danger, the further we are from harm.”
That doesn't make sense to me. But then again, you are very small.
I say this line to my nieces and nephews all the time