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O Rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay. O Rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer’s day. I love Treebeard. I love a great many of Tolkien’s creations, but in my heart there is a place held apart for the old herdsman. In a world so obsessed with good and evil, light and dark, rise and fall, there is one whose whole world revolves around friendship and growth, kindness, withering and rebirth. He remembers friendships of old, recalling Saruman as he was when he came among the trees of Fangorn
