The exchange between Gimli and Eomer makes me laugh aloud. Especially when Gimli says flatly, "Then I must go for my axe" (p. 953). They're so silly, arguing ultra-seriously about which elf is more beautiful -- I get such a kick out of them.
And I like the exchange between Eowyn and Aragorn. Eowyn grows and changes a lot in these books, more than some of the more "main" characters, and I love that she's found peace and self-understanding.
But the rest of this chapter makes me sad. I hate endings, I hate partings, I hate change. Sniff.
"...the tree grows best in the land of its sires" (p. 952).
"You should know that above all I hate the caging of live things, and I will not keep even such creatures as these caged beyond great need" (p. 958).
Possible Discussion Questions:
When Gandalf and Co. arrive at Isengard, "Treebeard praised all their deeds, of which he seemed to have full knowledge; and at last he stopped and looked long at Gandalf" (p. 957). Where does Treebeard get his news? Are trees really that gossipy?