But what do they think?

‘Ay, even the Biggest, can make mistakes. Something nearly slipped. I say, something has slipped. And we’ve got to look out. Always the poor Uruks to put slips right, and small thanks.' - said Shagrat

‘The messages go through quicker than anything could fly, as a rule. But I don’t enquire how it’s done. Safest not to. Grr! Those Nazgûl give me the creeps. And they skin the body off you as soon as look at you, and leave you all cold in the dark on the other side. But He likes ’em; they’re His favourites nowadays, so it’s no use grumbling. I tell you, it’s no game serving down in the city.’ - said Gorbag

‘We don’t want Shelob on us.’ I don’t interfere when she’s playing. Nothing gets by Shelob when she’s on the hunt.’ ‘Her Sneak? What’s that?’ - said Gorbag

'Little thin black fellow; like a spider himself, or perhaps more like a starved frog. He’s been here before. Came out of Lugbúrz the first time, years ago, and we had word from High Up to let him pass. He’s been up the Stairs once or twice since then, but we’ve left him alone: seems to have some understanding with Her Ladyship.' - said Shagrat

‘I’d like to try somewhere where there’s none of ’em. But the war’s on now, and when that’s over things may be easier.’ ‘It’s going well, they say.’ - said Shagrat

‘We’ll see. But anyway, if it does go well, there should be a lot more room. What d’you say? – if we get a chance, you and me’ll slip off and set up somewhere on our own with a few trusty lads, somewhere where there’s good loot nice and handy, and no big bosses.’ - said Gorbag

‘Come on now! We’ve talked enough. Let’s go and have a look at the prisoner!’ - yelled Shagrat