"If they don't convert they're encouraged to move up north where there's more flexibility because they're not constantly under attack. Angband has complete freedom of religion. Lots of people moved there, lots converted."

Angband does! Does it now! AUGH!

The translated voice betrays none of this when it synthesizes "What's your name, anyway?"

"Sarnai. You?"

"Mark." This family of orcs probably already Knows Too Much and Cam's name is not realistically secret information by any standard but if Melkor's got spies and there's been some kind of announcement -

"Nice to meet you. If you still have questions about the war you could ask someone who's actually helping run it? Or a journalist? I can give you some phone numbers."

"That might be helpful," Cam says. "I really do apologize for abducting you all, it is not a habit of mine or anything."

Mr. President are you in and do you have brilliant Noldor with you HELP.

Cam is shown to his office. Maitimo and two others of his people are there, as are the President and his Chief of Staff.

"I have a family of orcs in a shuttle circling overhead and I am distressed," says Cam.

"...I am sorry to hear that," says the President.

"They think the Elves started it. A religious majority has been swearing oaths to serve Melkor etcetera not in the vernacular as a sort of confirmation ceremony when they are old enough to talk. It's become unfashionable and incompatible with high-status positions recently not to belong to this religion! Orcs who don't! Are encouraged to move! To ANGBAND! It has complete freedom of religion, did you hear."

"We definitely did not start it," the President says. 

"What language are the oaths in and do you have a translation on hand," Maitimo says.

"I didn't think you did. Their journalists used to swear oaths to report the facts accurately but a lot of bylines have been changing lately." Cam hands him a piece of paper with the original and the vernacular translation and the computer translation into Quenya.

"Okay," Maitimo says. "So another barrier to sticking the planet in a black hole, which we've been seriously considering while you were gone, is that all these orcs will go to Mandos and Mandos is going to take one look at this and say 'not possible to reembody.' 

Do we have enough of a text corpus to learn the language this oath was spoken in, exact wording is going to matter tremendously."

"Let's see." Cam conjures up everything written in the language. "Oh, and orcs think the Elf gods torture them forever when they die and were delighted to hear that Melkor had a way to keep them for himself instead -"

Maitimo goes carefully unreadable, at that. "Melkor claimed to have a way to prevent orcs backing up to Mandos?"

Cam slaps a transcript of the entire orc conversation on the table.

"My father needs to look at this."

The President just looks tired. "What a mess."

"I do not know what to do with this random orc family I abducted."

"I don't think you can send them home," the President says.

Maitimo has no way of suggesting Cam build them a planet without revealing that he knows Cam can do this. Cam not being telepathic is so annoying.

"I know."

"Hundreds of thousands of orcs die pointlessly every engagement in this war," the President says. "Ending it protects them as much as us."

"Yes thank you this logic is not lost on me. I'd just as soon as evacuate them but I can't put them with any other evacuees..."

"So evacuate them somewhere else. Worst case is that somehow the Enemy finds them and if he can track light-leapers there's no hope anyway."

"Yeah," Cam sighs. "There's only seven of 'em they'll fit on a space station for now."

"And then please ask my father to take a look at this," Maitimo says.