I guess what itll be like, said Sam Where its narrower the Orcs and Men will just be packed closer Youll see, Mr Frodo
Still far away, forty miles at least, they saw Mount Doom, its feet founded in ashen ruin, its huge cone rising to a great height, where its reeking head was swathed in cloud Its fires were now dimmed, and it stood in smouldering slumber, as threatening and dangerous as a sleeping beast Behind it there hung a vast shadow, ominous as a thunder cloud, the veils of Barad d?r that was reared far way upon a long spur of the Ashen Mountains thrust down from the North The Dark Power was deep in thought, and the Eye turned inward, pondering tidings of doubt and danger: a bright sword, and a stern and kingly face it saw, and for a while it gave little thought to other things and all its great stronghold, gate on gate, and tower on tower, was wrapped in a brooding gloom
All right, all right said the tracker Ill say no more and go on thinking But whats the black sneak got to do with it all? That gobbler with the flapping hands?
Frodo and Sam gazed out in mingled loathing and wonder on this hateful land Between them and the smoking mountain, and about it north and south, all seemed ruinous and dead, a desert burned and choked They wondered how the Lord of this realm maintained and fed his slaves and his armies Yet armies he had As far as their eyes could reach, along the skirts of the Morgai and away southward, there were camps, some of tents, some ordered like small towns One of the largest of these was right below them Barely a mile out into the plain it clustered like some huge nest of insects, with straight dreary streets of huts and long low drab buildings About it the ground was busy with folk going to and fro a wide road ran from it south east to join the Morgul way, and along it many lines of small black shapes were hurrying
Ar Who says there isnt?
Thats cursed rebel talk, and Ill stick you, if you dont shut it down, see?
Now you go to sleep first, Mr Frodo, he said Its getting dark again I reckon this day is nearly over
Not much use are you, you little snufflers? said the big orc I reckon eyes are better than your snotty noses