The slope flattened beneath her feet; the forest rose higher overhead, and even with night goggles she couldn't see that much.

The forest still rose high on either side of them.

On the opposite bank rose more forest, a green mass as solid as the one behind her.

Beyond the lake the forest rose steeply up.

The forest rose in front of them.

Could it be that the trees of Fangorn were awake, and the forest was rising, marching over the hills to war?

Beyond them, forests rose toward the tumbles and steeps of the valley's east wall.

Mist and forest rose about him like a wall, and one direction looked the same as another.

Entire forests rose and fell before our eyes.

As her head emerged above the surface of the mound the forest rose to its full height around her.