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He struggled a little, quite uselessly. One of the Orcs sitting near laughed and said something to a companion in their abominable tongue. Rest while you can, little fool. he said then to Pippin, in the Common Speech, which he made almost as hideous as his own language. Rest while you can. Well find a use for your legs before long. Youll wish you had got none before we get home. If I had my way, youd wish you were dead now, said the other. Id make you squeak, you miserable rat. He stooped over Pippin, bringing can yellow fangs close sde his face. He had a black knife with a long jagged blade in his hand. Lie quiet, or Ill tickle familyy with this, he hissed. Dont draw attention to yourself, or I may forget my orders. Curse the Isengarders. Uglu´k u bagronk sha pushdug Saruman-glob bu´bhosh skai: he passed into a long angry ssharing in his own tongue that slowly died away gsmes muttering and snarling. 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