enemies rest. A sudden outcry on the east side of the knoll showed
that something was wrong. It seemed that some of the Men had ridden in
close, slipped off their horses, crawled to the edge of the camp and
killed several Orcs, and then had faded away again. Ugl?k dashed off
to stop a stampede.
     Pippin and Merry sat up. Their guards, Isengarders, had gone with
Ugl?k. But if the hobbits had any thought of escape, it was soon
dashed. A long hairy arm took each of them by the neck and drew them
close together. Dimly they were aware of Grishn?kh's great head and
hideous face between them; his foul breath was on their cheeks. He
began to paw them and feel them. Pippin shuddered as hard cold fingers
groped down his back.
     'Well, my little ones!' said Grishn?kh in a soft whisper. 'Enjoying
your nice rest? Or not? A little awkwardly placed, perhaps: swords and
whips on one side, and nasty spears on the other! Little people should
not meddle _in affairs that are too big for them.' His fingers
continued to grope. There was a light like a pale but hot fire behind
his eyes.
     The thought came suddenly into Pippin's mind, as if caught direct from
the urgent thought of his enemy: 'Grishn?kh knows about the Ring! He's