The Uruk-Hai

           Pippinlayinadarkandtroubleddream:itseemedthathecouldhearhisownsmallvoiceechoinginblacktunnels,callingFrodo,Frodo!ButinsteadofFrodohundredsofhideousorc-facesgrinnedathimoutoftheshadows,hundredsofhideousarmsgraspedathimfromeveryside.WherewasMerry?

           Hewoke.Coldairblewonhisface.Hewaslyingonhisback.Eveningwascomingandtheskyabovewasgrowingdim.Heturnedandfoundthatthedreamwaslittleworsethanthewaking.Hiswrists,legs,andanklesweretiedwithcords.BesidehimMerrylay,white-faced,withadirtyragboundacrosshisbrows.AllaboutthemsatorstoodagreatcompanyofOrcs.

           SlowlyinPippin’sachingheadmemorypieceditselftogetherandbecameseparatedfromdream-shadows.Ofcourse:heandMerryhadrunoffintothewoods.Whathadcomeoverthem?Whyhadtheydashedofflikethat,takingnonoticeofoldStrider?Theyhadrunalongwayshouting—hecouldnotrememberhowfarorhowlong;andthensuddenlytheyhadcrashedrightintoagroupofOrcs:theywerestandinglistening,andtheydidnotappeartoseeMerryandPippinuntiltheywerealmostintheirarms.Thentheyyelledanddozensofothergoblinshadsprungoutofthetrees.Merryandhehaddrawntheirswords,buttheOrcsdidnotwishtofight,andhadtriedonlytolayholdofthem,evenwhenMerryhadcutoffseveraloftheirarmsandhands.GoodoldMerry!

           ThenBoromirhadcomeleapingthroughthetrees.Hehadmadethemfight.Heslewmanyofthemandtherestfled.