"It is the ents' own," he said, clearly pleased that Foulques was enjoying them. "One of their two, and that which they grew in abundance, most of the year round."

A little pause as what he'd just said sank in, and he glanced back at the more obvious tree, which was hanging back out of the way, off to the side. "I hadn't been able to ask it to grow any, while we've been here, yet..."