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The horses were gone. They had dragged their pickets and disappeared. For some time the three companions stood still and silent, troubled by this new stroke of ill fortune. They were under the eaves of Fangorn, and endless leagues lay between them and the Men of Rohan, their only friends in this wide and dangerous land. As they stood, it seemed to them that they heard, far off in the night, the sound of horses whinnying and neighing. Then all was quiet again, except for the cold rustle of the wind. Well, they are gone, said Aragorn at last. We cannot find them or catch them; so that if they do not return of their own will, we must do without. We started on our feet, and we have those still. Feet. said Gimli. But we cannot eat them as well as walk on them. He threw some fuel on the fire and slumped down beside it. Only a few hours ago you were this web page to sit on a horse of Rohan, laughed Legolas. You will make a rider yet. It seems unlikely that I shall have the chance, said Gimli. If you wish to know what I think, he began again after a while, I think it was Saruman. Who else. Remember the words of Eomer: ´ this web page walks about like an old man hooded and cloaked. Those were the words. He has gone off with our horses, or scared them away, and here we are. There is more trouble coming to us, mark my words. I mark them, said Aragorn. But I marked also that this old man had a hat not a hood. Still I do not doubt that you guess right, and that we are in peril here, by night or day. Yet in the meantime there is nothing that we can do but rest, while we may. I will watch for a while now, Gimli. I have more need of thought than of sleep. The night passed slowly. Legolas followed Aragorn, and Gimli followed Legolas, and their watches wore away. But nothing happened. The old man did not appear again, and the horses did not return. Chapter 3 THE URUK-HAI Pippin lay in a dark and troubled dream: it seemed that he could hear his own small voice echoing in black tunnels, calling Frodo, Frodo. But instead of Frodo hundreds of hideous orc-faces grinned at him out of the shadows, hundreds of hideous arms grasped at him from every side. Where was Merry. He woke. Cold air blew on his face. He was lying on his back. Evening was coming and the sky above was growing dim. He turned and found that the dream was little worse than the waking. His wrists, legs, and ankles were tied with cords. Beside him Merry lay, white-faced, with a dirty rag bound across article source brows. All about them sat or stood a great company of Orcs. Slowly in Pippins aching head memory pieced itself together and became separated from dream-shadows. Of course: he and Merry had run off into the woods. What had come over them. Why had they dashed off like that, taking no notice of old Strider. They had run a long way shouting he could not remember how far or how long; and then suddenly they had crashed right into a group of Orcs: they were standing listening, and they did not appear to see Merry and Pippin until they were almost in their arms. Then they yelled and dozens of other goblins had sprung out of the trees. Merry and he had drawn their swords, but the Orcs did not wish to fight, and had tried only to lay hold of them, even when Merry had cut off several of their arms and hands. Good old Merry. Then Boromir had come leaping through the trees. He had made them fight. He slew many of them and the rest fled. But they had not gone far on the way back when they were attacked again, by a hundred Orcs at least, some of them very large, and they shot a rain of arrows: always at Boromir. Boromir had blown his great horn till the woods rang, and at first the Orcs had been dismayed and had drawn back; but when no answer but the echoes came, they had attacked more fiercely than ever. Pippin did not remember much more. His last memory was of Boromir leaning against a tree, plucking out an arrow; then darkness fell suddenly. I suppose I was knocked on the head, he said to himself. I wonder if poor Merry is much hurt. What has happened to Boromir. Why didnt the Orcs kill us. Where are we, and where are we going. He could not answer the questions. He felt cold and sick. I wish Gandalf had never persuaded Elrond to let us come, he thought. T HE UR U K-HAI 445 What good have I been. Just a nuisance: a passenger, a piece of luggage. And now I have been stolen and I am just a piece of luggage for the Orcs. I hope Strider or someone will come and claim us. But ought I to hope for it. Wont that throw out all the plans. I wish I could get free. He struggled a little, quite uselessly. One of the Orcs sitting near laughed and said something to a companion in their abominable tongue. Rest while you can, little fool. he said then to Pippin, in the Common Speech, which he made almost as hideous as his own language. Rest while you can. Well find a use for your legs before long. Youll wish you had got none before we get home. If I had my way, youd wish you were dead now, said the other. Id make you squeak, you miserable rat. He stooped over Pippin, bringing his yellow fangs close to his face. He had a black knife with a long jagged blade in his hand. Lie quiet, or Ill tickle you with this, he hissed. Dont draw attention to yourself, or I may forget my orders. Curse the Isengarders. Uglu´k u bagronk sha pushdug Saruman-glob bu´bhosh skai: he passed into a long angry speech in his own tongue that slowly died away into muttering and snarling. Terrified Pippin lay still, though the pain at his wrists and ankles was growing, and the stones beneath him were boring into his back. To take his mind off himself he listened intently to all that he could hear. There were many voices round about, and though orc-speech sounded at all times full of hate and anger, it seemed plain that something like a quarrel had begun, and was getting hotter. To Pippins surprise he found that much of the talk was intelligible; many of the Orcs were using ordinary language. Apparently the members of two or three quite different tribes were present, and they could not understand one anothers orc-speech. There was an angry debate concerning what they were to do now: which way they were to take and what should be done with the prisoners. Theres no time to kill them properly, said one. No time for play on this trip. That cant be helped, said another. But why not kill them quick, kill them now. Theyre a cursed nuisance, and were in a hurry. Evenings coming on, and we ought to get a move on. Orders, said a third voice in a deep growl. Kill all but not the Halflings; they are to be brought back alive as quickly as possible. Thats my orders. What are they wanted for. asked several voices. Why alive. Do they give good sport. I heard that one of them has got something, something thats 446 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS wanted for the War, some Elvish plot or other. Anyway theyll both be questioned. Is that all you know. Why dont we search them and find out. We might find something that we rust game genre numbers use ourselves. That is a very interesting remark, sneered a voice, softer than the others but more evil. I may have to report that. The prisoners are not to be searched or plundered: those are my orders. And mine too, said the deep voice. Alive and as captured; no spoiling. Thats my orders. Not our orders. said one of the earlier voices. We have come all the way from the Mines to kill, and avenge our folk. I wish to kill, and then go back north. Then you can wish again, said the growling voice. I am Uglu´k. I command. I return to Isengard by the shortest road. Is Saruman the master or the Great Eye. said the evil voice. We should go back at once to Lugbu´rz. If we could cross the Great River, we might, said another voice. But there are not enough of us to venture down to the bridges. I came across, said the evil voice. A winged Nazguˆl awaits us northward on the east-bank. Maybe, maybe. Then youll fly off with our prisoners, and get all the pay and praise in Lugbu´rz, and leave us to foot it as best we can through the Horse-country. No, we must stick together. These lands are dangerous: full of foul rebels and brigands. Aye, we must stick together, growled Uglu´k. I dont trust you little swine. Youve no guts outside your own sties. But for us youd all have run away. We are the fighting Uruk-hai. We slew the great warrior. We took the prisoners. 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Cautiously Pippin rolled over, hoping to see what would happen. His guards had gone to join in the fray. In T HE UR U K-HAI 447 the twilight he saw a large black Orc, probably Uglu´k, standing facing Grishna´kh, a short crook-legged creature, very broad and with long arms that hung almost to the ground. Round them were many smaller goblins. Pippin supposed that these were the ones from the North. They had drawn their knives and swords, but hesitated to attack Uglu´k. Uglu´k shouted, and a number of other Orcs of nearly his own size ran up. Then suddenly, without warning, Uglu´k sprang forwards, and with two swift strokes swept the heads off two of his opponents. Grishna´kh stepped aside and vanished into the shadows. The others gave way, and one stepped backwards and fell over Merrys prostrate form with a curse. Yet that probably saved his life, for Uglu´ks followers leaped over him and cut down another with their broad-bladed swords. It was the yellow-fanged guard. 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