'Lead on, Master Brandybuck!' said Pippin. 'Or lead back! We have been warned against Fangorn. But one so knowing will not have forgotten that.'
'I have not,' answered Merry.
'but the forest seems better to me, all the same, than turning back into the
middle of a battle.'
He led the way in under the huge branches of the trees. Old beyond guessing,
they seemed. Great trailing beards of lichen hung from them, blowing and swaying
in the breeze. Out of the shadows the hobbits
peeped, gazing back down the slope: little furtive figures that in the dim light
looked like elf-children in the deeps of time peering out of the Wild Wood in
wonder at their first Dawn.