The orc-band began to descend a narrow ravine leading down into the misty plain below.
Merry and
Pippin, separated by a dozen
Orcs or more, climbed down with them. At the bottom they stepped on to grass, and the hearts of the
hobbits rose.
‘Now straight on!’ shouted Uglu´k. ‘West and a little north. Follow Lugdush.’
‘But what are we going to do at sunrise?’ said some of the Northerners.
‘Go on running,’ said Uglu´k. ‘What do you think? Sit on the grass and wait for the Whiteskins to join the picnic?’
‘But we can’t run in the sunlight.’
‘You’ll run with me behind you,’ said Uglu´k. ‘Run! Or you’ll never see your beloved holes again. By
the White Hand! What’s the use of sending out mountain-maggots on a trip, only half trained. Run, curse you! Run while night lasts!’