The Two Towers
The thought came suddenly into Pippin&#39;s mind, as if caught direct from the urgent thought of his enemy: &#39;Grishnakh knows about the Ring! He&#39;s looking for it, while Ugluk is busy: he probably wants it for himself.&#39; Cold fear was in Pippin&#39;s heart, yet at the same time he was wondering what use he could make of Grishnakh&#39;s desire.
&#39;I don&#39;t think you will find it that way,&#39; he whispered. &#39;It isn&#39;t easy to find.&#39;
&#39;Find it?&#39; said Grishnakh: his fingers stopped crawling and gripped Pippin&#39;s shoulder. &#39;Find what? What are you talking about, little one?&#39;
For a moment Pippin was silent. Then suddenly in the darkness he made a noise in his throat: gollum, gollum. &#39;Nothing, my precious,&#39; he added.
The hobbits felt Grishnakh&#39;s fingers twitch. &#39;O ho!&#39; hissed the goblin softly. &#39;That&#39;s what he means, is it? O ho! Very ve-ry dangerous, my little ones.&#39;
&#39;Perhaps,&#39; said Merry, now alert and aware of Pippin&#39;s guess. &#39;Perhaps; and not only for us. Still you know your own business best. Do you want it, or not? And what would you give for it?&#39;
&#39;Do I want it? Do I want it?&#39; said Grishnakh, as if puzzled; but his arms were trembling. &#39;What would I give for it? What do you mean?&#39;
&#39;We mean,&#39; said Pippin, choosing his words carefully, &#39;that it&#39;s no good groping in the dark. We could save you time and trouble. But you must untie our legs first, or we&#39;ll do nothing, and say nothing.&#39;
&#39;My dear tender little fools,&#39; hissed Grishnakh, &#39;everything you have, and everything you know, will be got out of you in due time: everything! You&#39;ll wish there was more that you could tell to satisfy the Questioner, indeed you will: quite soon. We shan&#39;t hurry the enquiry. Oh dear no! What do you think you&#39;ve been kept alive for? My dear little fellows, please believe me when I say that it was not out of kindness: that&#39;s not even one of Ugluk&#39;s faults.&#39;
&#39;I find it quite easy to believe,&#39; said Merry. &#39;But you haven&#39;t got your prey home yet. And it doesn&#39;t seem to be going your way, whatever happens. If we come to Isengard, it won&#39;t be the great Grishnakh that benefits: Saruman will take all that he can find. If you want anything for yourself, now&#39;s the time to do a deal.&#39;
Grishnakh began to lose his temper. The name of Saruman seemed specially to enrage him. Time was passing and the disturbance was dying down. Ugluk or the Isengarders might return at any minute.
&#39;Have you got it C either of you?&#39; he snarled.
&#39;Gollum, gollum!&#39; said Pippin.
&#39;Untie our legs!&#39; said Merry.
They felt the Orc&#39;s arms trembling violently. &#39;Curse you, you filthy little vermin!&#39; he hissed. &#39;Untie your legs? I&#39;ll untie every string in your bodies. Do you think I can&#39;t search you to the bones? Search you! I&#39;ll cut you both to quivering shreds. I don&#39;t need the help of your legs to get you away C and have you all to myself!&#39;
Suddenly he seized them. The strength in his long arms and shoulders was terrifying. He tucked them one under each armpit, and crushed them fiercely to his sides; a great stifling hand was clapped over each of their mouths. Then he sprang forward, stooping low. Quickly and silently he went, until he came to the edge of the knoll. There, choosing a gap between the watchers, he passed like an evil shadow out into the night, down the slope and away westward towards the river that flowed out of the forest. In that direction there was a wide open space with only one fire.
After going a dozen yards he halted, peering and listening. Nothing could be seen or heard. He crept slowly on, bent almost double. Then he squatted and listened again. Then he stood up, as if to risk a sudden dash. At that very moment the dark form of a rider loomed up right in front of him. A horse snorted and reared. A man called out.
Grishnakh flung himself on the ground flat, dragging the hobbits under him; then he drew his sword. No doubt he meant to kill his captives, rather than allow them to escape or to be rescued; but it was his undoing. The sword rang faintly, and glinted a little in the light of the fire away to his left. An arrow came whistling out of the gloom: it was aimed with skill, or guided by fate, and it pierced his right hand. He dropped the sword and shrieked. There was a quick beat of hoofs, and even as Grishnakh leaped up and ran, he was ridden down and a spear passed through him. He gave a hideous shivering cry and lay still.
The hobbits remained flat on the ground, as Grishnakh had left them. Another horseman came riding swiftly to his comrade&#39;s aid. Whether because of some special keenness of sight, or because of some other sense, the horse lifted and sprang lightly over them; but its rider did not see them, lying covered in their elven-cloaks, too crushed for the moment, and too afraid to move.
At last Merry stirred and whispered softly: &#39;So far so good: but how are we to avoid being spitted?&#39;
The answer came almost immediately. The cries of Grishnakh had roused the Orcs. From the yells and screeches that came from the knoll the hobbits guessed that their disappearance had been discovered: Ugluk was probably knocking off a few more heads. Then suddenly the answering cries of orc-voices came from the right, outside the circle of watch-fires, from the direction of the forest and the mountains. Mauhur had apparently arrived and was attacking the besiegers. There was the sound of galloping horses. The Riders were drawing in their ring close round the knoll, risking the orc-arrows, so as to prevent any sortie, while a company rode off to deal with the newcomers. Suddenly Merry and Pippin realized that without moving they were now outside the circle: there was nothing between them and escape.
&#39;Now,&#39; said Merry, &#39;if only we had our legs and hands free, we might get away. But I can&#39;t touch the knots, and I can&#39;t bite them.&#39;
&#39;No need to try,&#39; said Pippin. &#39;I was going to tell you: I&#39;ve managed to free my hands. These loops are only left for show. You&#39;d better have a bit of lembas first.&#39;
He slipped the cords off his wrists, and fished out a packet. The cakes were broken, but good, still in their leaf-wrappings. The hobbits each ate two or three pieces. The taste brought back to them the memory of fair faces, and laughter, and wholesome food in quiet days now far away. For a while they ate thoughtfully, sitting in the dark, heedless of the cries and sounds of battle nearby. Pippin was the first to come back to the present.
&#39;We must be off,&#39; he said. &#39;Half a moment!&#39; Grishnakh&#39;s sword was lying close at hand, but it was too heavy and clumsy for him to use; so he crawled forward, and finding the body of the goblin he drew from its sheath a long sharp knife. With this he quickly cut their bonds.
&#39;Now for it!&#39; he said. &#39;When we&#39;ve warmed up a bit, perhaps we shall be able to stand again, and walk. But in any case we had better start by crawling.&#39;