Here was where we could make time, and here the Tree People gave up and returned to their forest.
The mountains were bleak and inhospitable, and three times that afternoon we tried to regain the woods.

But the Tree People were lying in wait, and they drove us back.

Lop-Ear and I slept that night in a dwarf tree, no larger than a bush.

Here was no security, and we would have been easy prey for any hunting animal that chanced along.
In the morning, what of our new-gained respect for the Tree People, we faced into the mountains.

That we had no definite plan, or even idea, I am confident.