Many loud yells in orc-speech answered him, and the ringing clash of
weapons being drawn. Cautiously Pippin rolled over, hoping to see what
would happen. His guards had gone to join in the fray. In the twilight
he saw a large black Orc, probably Ugl?k, standing facing Grishn?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 Ugl?k.
     Ugl?k shouted, and a number of other Orcs of nearly his own size ran
up. Then suddenly, without warning, Ugl?k sprang forwards, and with
two swift strokes swept the heads off two of his opponents. Grishn?kh
stepped aside and vanished into the shadows. The others gave way, and
one stepped backwards and fell over Merry's prostrate form with a
curse. Yet that probably saved his life, for Ugl?k's followers leaped
over him and cut down another with their broad-bladed swords. It was
the yellow- fanged guard. His body fell right on top of Pippin, still
clutching its long saw-edged knife.
     'Put up your weapons!' shouted Ugl?k. 'And let's have no more
nonsense! We go straight west from here, and down the stair. From
there straight to the downs, then along the river to the forest. And