Rebels and bandits. Thieves! What more did they want but to come and steal, for that was all they were, the remnant of Narnia who had rebelled against Saruman's wise rule.
The wizard glared at the Dark Elf who stood before him. In all respects she was a beautiful creature to behold, with hair as gold as the sun, a pale face and eyes as green as emeralds. She certainly wasn't what one might call a Dark Elf, but indeed such was the key to her success in drawing in and destroying so many of her own enemies. Magistrix Elleana served as one of Saruman's lieutenants, and it was she who oversaw all of the demolition and progress of operations for fueling the wizard's great war machine.
"My Lord Saruman," she began. "All that is needed is to send out armies to squash the band of rebels. They are so few they pose no threat at all to operations, much less to you here in your high abode."
"Nonetheless," the wizard said, standing. "I will not tolerate any form of rebellion. You know what must be done, Lady Elleana. They must either be slain, or enthralled and made to serve for their impudence."
"Be it even as you have desired, Lord Saruman." The magistrix bowed, and then proceeded to leave the castle. Heading to the armory, she gathered together a host of soldiers, and they were not just foul orcs, but also included many of the very same loathsome creatures that once served the White Witch.
"Go forth and destroy this rabble!" she shouted. "Any who have the great fortune of being spared from death, bring here...they, too, shall serve!"
The warriors went out to meet the rebels in one of the forests. For the orcs, nothing but the taste of blood was on their minds, as they starved for their enemies...
