‘Hm, tired? No, I am not tired. I do not easily get tired. And I do not sit down. I am not very, hm, bendable. But there, the Sun is going in. Let us leave this - did you say what you call it?’
‘Hill?’ suggested Pippin, ‘Shelf? Step?’ suggested Merry.
Treebeard repeated the words thoughtfully, ‘Hill. Yes, that was it. But it is hasty word for a thing that has stood ever since this part of the world was shaped. Never mind. Let us leave it, and go.’