'Aye we must stick together,' growled Ugluk. 'I don't trust you little swine. You've no guts outside your own sties. But for us you'd all have run away'And the Lugburz orcs and the Uruk-hai had different orders:
'The prisoners are NOT to be searched or plundered: those are my orders.'And later....'And mine too,' said the deep voice. 'Alive and as captured; no spoiling. That's my orders.'
'Not our orders!' said one of the earlier voices. 'We have come all the way from the Mines to kill, and avenge our foolk. I wish to kill and then go back north.'
'Then you can wish again,' said the growling voice. 'I am Ugluk. I command. I return to Isengard by the shortest road.'
'Is Saruman the master or the Great Eye?' said the evil voice. 'We should go back at once to Lugburz.'
'You have spoken more than enough, Ugluk,' sneered the evil voice. 'I wonder how they would like it in Lugburz. They might think that Ugluk's shoulders needed relieving of a swollen head. They might ask where his strange ideas came from. Did they come from Saruman, perhaps? Who does he think he is, setting up on his own with his filthy white badges? They might agree with me, with Grishnakh their trusted messenger; and I Grishnakh say this: Saruman is a fool, and a dirty treacherous fool. But the Great Eye is on him.Can I say it? Can I say it? We don't need no stinkin' badges!
Saruman's in deep doodoo.
He doesn't know the half of it yet.
The doodoo gets much deeper for him when the most unexpected (and unconsidered) foe shows up on his doorstep. And he with no weapon to use against them.
He threw the dice and came up snake eyes. His careful plotting over the years came down to trusting the Orcs he had won over. Justice for him, however, will be soon to arrive...but in a slow, long-winded way, with lots of Hroom hooms!
Tuor