A task given

You look at the letter from your master in your hands, as thoughts run through your head. How loyal are you to Sauron?

[A1]- Loyal

[A2]- Loyal only to the money

[A3]- Already working against Mordor

You had received many of these letters before directly from Sauron. You are one of his most important commanders, and the missives travelling between you two have been plenty. You stare at the letter with the seal of the necromancer of Dol Guldur, which tells you that though the Nazgul are stirring, Sauron himself is still not risking blowing his cover. You brush back your long straggly hair back and tie it with a piece of leather you have in your pack, as you turn the letter over in your hand. You see the telltale mark of a magic seal, which Sauron taught you how to break using the magic you were taught in preparation for fighting by his side against the last alliance of Men and Elves. You remember that battle well, the glory of battle, the joy of delving out **** and judgment upon the usurpers that were the Humans and Elves. Everything had been going well, Sauron had told you to wait back with his bodyguard as he joined the battle, and you agreed quickly. Those who disagree with Sauron never live very long, you watched in horror as Isildur protected Elendil's body and cut the ring off of Sauron's hand. All your soldiers started to go crazy in panic at the loss of Sauron, it was all you could do to get your men back into the fight and try and prevent a rout which would be the end of all the orcs on this Earth. You saw the filthy elf Elrond lead Isildur up the path to the doorway in the volcano, but were you worried? No. You knew the potency of the ring's power. How?

[B1]- You had once touched the ring

[B2]- You were drawn to it while it was still on Sauron's hand

[B3]- You had seen what it did to others

Your men had recovered from the loss of their leader about as well as could be expected, and eventually **** the alliance to retreat after taking heavy casualties and achieving their goal. Many Humans and Elves were taken prisoner that day, the men were taken to **** away in the orc camps, where they never lived very long. The women weren't treated any better, they were used as experiments. What were these experiments?

[C1]- Whether a Human or Elf can get pregnant from an orc

[C2]- Trying to corrupt the Elves into becoming orcs like how the first orcs were created

You remember fondly your share of women, you had both the Elves and the Humans, though you definitely preferred the Elves. The Elves were tight all over, you remember feeling up their bodies and feeling the chords of muscles lying under the skin beneath your fingers. You remember the tightness of their Elvish pussies gripping your cock. How large is it?

[D1]- 8 inch

[D2]- 6 inch

[D3]- 10 inch

[D4]- 12 inch

You remember seeing the fear and disgust in their faces wash away in lust and pleasure as their bodies overtook their mind as you ravaged them. That was a long time ago, you sigh, remembering those good times. All the human girls are long dead from time, some of the Elvish girls remain, some were at the wrong end of drunken orcs, or fought back against their orcish masters, the girls had since learned that it wasn't a good idea.

Do you still visit the girls?

[E1]- Of course, free pussy!

[E2]- No, you prefer relatively unspoiled prey

The female Elves that had survived the first few years of captivity had risen through the ranks of Orcish social order to become very prominent figures in Mordor, they participated in all local decision making, and all previous loyalties had been thoroughly fucked out of them. Ever since the Nazgul had returned from their stay at their tombs in the High Fells, they had heard about these fine Elvish ladies, and decided to give them a visit, that's how you finally were introduced to them personally, you were already intimately introduced earlier. A normal Elf would have gone insane at the mere presence of the Nazgul, but these ladies had been surrounded by so much evil already, they simply got a case of the chills as did all from being in their presence. Those were the days. Now the days are starting to darken, the men on the walls are starting to take notice as you continuously eavesdrop on their conversations day in and day out with your magic from the shrubbery at the bottom of the wall. Crouching in the shrubs fro so long isn't very comfortable for your seven foot frame, but you make do. You look back down at the letter and cast the spell needed to open the letter without sending a hundred swords straight into your chest. You open the letter and read in the old language of Mordor, which was used as a last security measure.

General Baldor,

I hope that this letter finds you in good health, I will need you greatly as the time comes closer to our ****. I remember you telling me about those Elven wenches, I hope they still keep you satisfied. Alas, this letter is not a check in, but a demand, though it pains me to express it as such to a loyal soldier such as you. As you know we have a new ally, Saruman the White has joined us in our plan to cover all the world in Darkness once again. As the head of the wise, he was foolish enough to look into the Palantir to search for the ring that he desires. I snared him, and bent him to my will, he serves me now, and I have many uses for him. I know what you will say friend Baldor, he can not be trusted. I agree. He will be used, nothing more, I need him to get the horse people away from the battle while I break filthy Gondor. He will not survive this war, of that you can be assured, he will either die by the hands of his enemies, or by mine.

Saruman is already hiding things from me Baldor, I have to keep reminding myself that I need this man alive. He did inform me that he had recently returned from a meeting with the wise, they had inquired into the deepening gloom over the world, and the increased human presence searching the rivers for my ring. Saruman has convinced them that nothing is wrong, and he has bought us some more time, although one Wizard in particular worries me, Gandalf the Grey. This Gandalf is persistent, he convinced the council against Saruman's will to send out a rider to inform both the garrison at the wall and the pathetic Steward of Gondor of the happenings of the Council. I need that report Baldor, I need to keep in the loop of what's happening. Saruman tries to et the upper leg on me already, I cannot let him. Kill the messenger, do whatever, it is an Elf, I need that report sent to me immediately once you have it. Knowing the White council's plans would benefit us greatly.

I know you are waiting for my permission to attack and reclaim the Black Gate. It is sufficiently weakened according to my spies, you should not take heavy casualties. There is much still to do, as I write this letter, I prepare for my departure from the cursed place. Once you get me that report, you can retake the Black Gate and send for reinforcements from Minas Morgul. I will also need the fortress of Barad dur rebuilt for me, obviously once you've taken the wall, we must keep our secrecy for as long as possible. Remember, as soon as I return to Mordor, everything must be ready for war, the Mountain will spew fire, and men will know what that means, even those who only think of us as fairy tails now.

Sauron

Damn, the time it took for this letter to get her, the messenger might be close. You look at the weapons you have on hand and see your bow and arrows, as well as your trusty sword. You are skilled in both kinds of warfare, but which one would you like to choose attack the Elf?

[F1]- Sword (close range fighting, tons of experience fighting elves at close range)

[F2]- Bow (long range, knock the Elf out of the saddle with no risk)

[F3]- Just charge, who cares