Meanwhile, Back at the Hall of Justice
Vairë the Weaver hastened through the halls of Manwë's residence, fingers working anxiously. A migraine was settling in behind her left eye. The beauty of the Elder King's home flashed by unnoticed.
"Weaver," Manwë said with surprise as the Valier blew into his audience hall. The heads of several Maiar attending their lord turned toward her, curious. "To what do I owe this rare pleasure?"
"Lord of the West," Vairë intoned, dipping a curtsy that was only just a hair on this side of proper. "Something has happened. Something...disturbing."
The Elder King sighed, rubbing his brow. "Has another hapless female from another world been dropped into the War of the Ring period?"
"Yes, in part," she replied. "Two, in this case."
"Hmmm...well, there is little we can do when wayward Maiar play their little games, other than damage control." Frowning, he noted the Weaver's agitation. "I take it this pair is not being thrown at the elf for...recreation?"
"No, Lord," she answered. She was rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, biting her lower lip.
"Vairë, what has you so upset?"
"Orcs, my Lord," she wailed. "They were thrown at orcs."
"Melkor's abominations?" he cried, incredulous.
"No, worse," she whimpered, shaking her head. "These are the vicious creatures of Curunír's making."
Shuddering, the Elder King said, "What could possibly be the purpose of that?"
"I know not. I did what I could. The beast that found them, I...softened his heart as much as I could, although..." She hesitated, unsure.
"What?" Manwë gently urged.
"He...seemed already...disposed toward them. He did not wish them harm. Or...mischief. Still, I did not want to take the chance."
"Very wise. You say there were more than one of them?"
"Yes, seven in all. A very...odd grouping. Their leader, the one who found the women, and a couple of the others seemed the most... steady. As for the rest... they have... issues." She shuddered, recalling a few of the things she'd witnessed.
"I wonder who would have done such a thing?" Manwë murmured thoughtfully. Glancing back at the Weaver, he said, "Would you say the women are in immediate danger?"
"Not so far as I can tell," she said, then blushed. "It would appear that the orcs are...negotiating. For...mating privileges."
"You're kidding."
"No, Lord. Would that I were."
He leaned back on his throne, listening to the alarmed whisperings of his Maiar in the chamber. "We cannot remove them, alas. I would like for you to...keep an eye on things. Learn what you can. I would know who did this, and for what purpose."
"Yes, Lord," Vairë said with relief, then spun and raced back to her own lodgings to resume her vigil.
The Elder King was baffled. There was just no reason for this, other than some sick desire to see what the monsters would do with helpless females. It should be obvious, and not require such measures. Such an event certainly bore thinking about.