I don't own LotR
The horses had crossed the bridge, and the orc, upon seeing them, turned and ran. He dodged among ruins and fallen statues, through houses and arches, until finally he found a sewer. Thinking he had given the men on horses the slip, he slowed, cackling to himself over the great fun he had had.
But a hand about his throat stopped him, and he was pulled backward by a tall man in brown leather.