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After many long years of gathering orcs and preparing for his return, Sauron finally came back. However, he was not the same as he was before. Dûrhilwen walked into his old room, confused and looking for her father. "Father, please explain to me what is going on," she yelled in frustration. A ghostly voice responds, "My brave daughter, I cannot take physical form until my Ring is found."
"Very well, I will send the nine to hunt it down and kill who ever has it," she replied and called for an orc to send the message. She started heading for the door when Sauron stopped her. "I am not done speaking with you," he boomed. "I apologize Father," she said quietly, "Please continue."
"You know of the wizard Saruman the White. He wishes to become allies with us. I am sending orcs to help him with Isengard, and I am also sending you." Dûrhilwen shook her head, angry with this order. "Why must I go help Isengard? Who will lead the troops in my absence?" She asked angrily. "The Witch King will lead the troops. You must go to lead Saruman's," he replied. Dûrhilwen was still upset, but nodded her head and left to her room.
A few orcs started following her and laughing at her. "Master does not want his daughter here anymore. Perhaps he has decided an elf is useless," one snarled. Dûrhilwen snapped around and grabbed his neck. "You never call me an elf! I am not such a terrible creature! I ought to kill you for that!" she yelled. He tried to escape her grip but she quickly snapped his neck and he fell to the ground lifeless. She smirked and turned to the others. "Unless you want to end up like him, I advise you not to mess with me." They nodded and quickly ran off. She dragged the dead orc to her room, set him aside, and started getting things together for Isengard. She glanced at the orc and smirked. She had a use for him.
As Dûrhilwen got on her black horse, the orcs all gathered around her. She rode out of Mordor with insults and taunts echoing behind her. She would have turned and killed them all, but then there would be no army, so rode out with her head high. "Stupid orcs," she muttered to herself.
After a long ride, Dûrhilwen finally arrived to Isengard. She rode up to Orthanc where Saruman was waiting for her. He inspected her as she dismounted. Her black hair made her look dark as did her eyes. She was quite beautiful, he had to admit. But he did not approve of her armor. Women should wear dresses, not armor, even if she was Sauron's daughter. He smiled; glad he had some dresses made for her. "Ah Lady Dûrhilwen, welcome to Isengard. I will show you to your room," he smirked. She nodded and followed him in. As they walked down the dark halls, orcs peeked through doors and stared at the dark lady. She glared at them for she knew what they were thinking. Saruman stopped in front of a room and opened the door. She peered in the dark room with just a bed. "Did you bring any dresses?" Saruman asked behind her. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. She hated dresses so much. They made her look powerless and weak. Saruman smiled. "Then it is a good thing I had some made for you. You must wear them, and no armor. I am in charge, not you. You will listen to any order from me or my Uruk-hai. You understand?" he said. She turned around sharply and glared at him. "Yes sir." She growled. He smiled and left her so she could change into a dress. She picked it up and stared at it. It was black and the neckline seemed low, but she would not be able to tell till she put it on. She quickly slipped it on and looked in the small mirror on the wall. The neckline was very low, too low for her liking. There was a slit in the skirt that went up too far. She made a disgusted face. The only reason she is here is to be a trophy girl. She lay on her bed and screamed in the pillow. She was not happy one bit.
"You look beautiful, my dear," Saruman said as he saw her walk in for dinner. She scowled and sat down. They ate dinner in silence, while orcs waited on them. She noticed how they looked at her, and she wanted to punch them all in the face. Once they finished, she left and went straight to her room. How could her father send her here? She quickly changed to her black tunic and went to bed. She will find a way to fight with them. She will make sure of it.