[Nice-Smeagol]

So the orcs and their weary prisoners had set out into the mist. Mornovarion, who had been studied the few maps they had had in the village guessed that they must now be nearing the Emyn Muil. The thought that they had travelled so far made him feel more tired than he really was and a great pain was in his legs. Soon they came to a wide river, which he supposed was the Great River Anduin. The orcs turned south
following the river's course.
The pain in Mornovarion's legs was beginning to become unbearable and soon he stumbled and fell. He was only dimly aware of the orcs kicking him in an attempt to get him up. When he opened his eyes because of a great pain in his back, he realized that an orc was dragging him along by his feet.
Mornovarion squirmed in an attempt to free himself but the orc, a very large brutish one merely laughed at Mornovarion's feeble attempts to free himself. Soon the whole company of orcs was laughing and choosing rougher, stonier routes on which to drag Mornovarion's battered body along.