Oh, we’re going to keep running. As if that was in doubt.
Uglúk orders Grishnákh and his folk to get a move on, and they do, while Merry and Pippin get scooped up once more. It’s another awful and pointless day, but by afternoon they start to pass the struggling northern orcs, who clearly had no business running off in the first place. The Uruk-hai jeer at them as they go by, unfazed by the sunlight.
This is just continuing to prove that orcs are dumb. If you’re going to run away, why would you run in the direction that you’re sure to be overtaken by the stronger orcs who aren’t worried about running through the daylight hours? The orcs from Moria are dead tired, while the Uruks just shoot right on by. If this were a race, the northern orcs are the tortoise to the Uruks’ hare. But this time the tortoise is dumb.
Meanwhile, there’s nothing much more to say about just another day of running. At this point, I’m getting sick of that. We just heard about Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli running all this way, and now we have to do it again?! And Pippin’s perspective isn’t even that interesting – he’s mostly unconscious or forgetful about these events. Soooo exciting…
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Even the “new” words are boring. Although, to be honest, the first sentence of this page (where “savoured” comes from), is really awesome: “‘Nazgûl, Nazgûl,’ said Grishnákh, shivering and licking his lips, as if the world had a foul taste that he savoured painfully.” You have to admit that that’s kind of sickeningly cool.
Now let’s hear the last line!
“The soldiers of Mordor lifted their…”