Dûrhilwen woke up and sighed when she saw where she was. She did not want to be treated like this. Her father said she was here to help Saruman with his army. So where was this army? Her thoughts strayed to the terrible dinner last night. The orcs were some of her best she sent to help Saruman, so why did they serve them dinner? Why were they not helping with the army? She jumped out of bed and stormed to the door. Forget those dresses; she had to talk with him now.

"Lady Dûrhilwen! Why are you not dressed properly?" Saruman exclaimed when he saw her. "Shut it Saruman! I want to know why my orcs were serving us last night! Are you just asking for help from Mordor so you can have servants?" She yelled. The orcs turned toward them and gave a small smile. Saruman gave a fake shocked face, and then turned around again. "Get dressed, then I will show you what your precious orcs are doing." She turned around sharply and went back to her room. She grabbed dress and held it up in disgust. Another low neckline and it looked like it would be very tight on her. She quickly dressed and she sighed when her assumptions were right. It also had very short sleeves, so most of her arms were bare. She sighed at herself. This was what her life had come to. She quickly left the room and found Saruman again. He led her underground where it was very hot. Orcs were making weapons and armor, which was not bad to see since they did that in Mordor too. However, they kept walking and she saw them helping Uruk-hai. She noticed an Uruk finally got out of the sack and it started choking the orc that just helped it. Dûrhilwen grabbed Saruman and slapped him across the face. He looked at her, shocked, and held his cheek. "Do you see how my orcs are being treated? I sent you the best of Mordor and you are letting them get killed by your orcs? And what about these awful dresses? I am not your little trophy girl! I am here to help fight! And you are going to send me out with these Uruks or else you will find yourself in your bed dead!"

"Very well, you will go out with them to Amon Hen to stop the Fellowship," he said quietly. She smiled in triumph and walked back to her room. Her weapons were in a corner where she first left them. She lightly touched her bow and then her sword. She felt excitement as she held them. She was going to fight again. She was going to make sure her father got the Ring back.

"You will be leaving tomorrow to Amon Hen. But you are not in charge of this group. You are simply fighting and you will listen to any order the captain gives you. Do you understand?" Saruman demanded. Dûrhilwen looked down and nodded, clenching her teeth. She could not wait to get out of this place. She could not wait to shed blood, to kill the Fellowship. She only had to wait for one more day. She went to her pathetic room and tore off the revealing dress. She put on one of her tunics and picked up all the dresses. She picked up her sword and shredded the dresses. She smiled and finally felt free. She will escape to Mordor after the attack. She refused to come back to place. She would never come back here again. She went to bed with a smile on her face.

The next morning, Dûrhilwen woke up and jumped out of bed. She put her armor on and gathered her weapons. She smiled and left the room for the last time. She went outside and met up with the Uruk-Hai. Saruman gave her a glance and left. She glared as he left and then away they went. Dûrhilwen tried to run up to the front by the captain, but the Uruks forced her to stay in the back. They would not speak to her, but she did not care. She was away from that dreadful wizard and she would escape to Mordor after attacking the Fellowship. After a day of running, the captain told everyone to make a fire and set camp. The Uruks all sat around the fire, leaving Dûrhilwen out in the cold. She curled up and decided to get some sleep. The next day would be an exciting one.