"Looking ahead they could see only tree-trunks of innumerable sizes and shapes:
straight or bent, twisted, leaning, squat or slender, smooth or gnarled and branched;
and all the stems were green or grey with moss and slimy, shaggy growths....their
ponies plodded along, carefully avoiding the many writhing and interlacing roots."
Later, in the valley of the Withywindle:
"Everywhere the reeds and grasses were lush and tall, in places far above their heads..."
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