"You can't do any of your job if you're dead," she points out, "either. If you're a bird you can hate Elves all day and night; just not do anything else on the list."
"You're not going to get away," she says. "If it helps I can make that more obvious."
So she shrugs, and turns invisible, and swats the orc to the ground again and pins it there by a forked Lævateinn again, and turns invisible again.
"I am asking you to think. You know what I want from you and you know I'm strong enough to get it. Can you think of any way for you to get anything you want given that? For you and for any of your friends and family I can catch or get Elves to catch for me."
"But you'll still work for Melkor; and he can force different oaths from your new little orcs; and you'll still bring him prisoners to hurt," she says.
Loki shakes her head. "Think harder. I want so little to have to kill you."
"Okay. What, to the best of your understanding, constitutes serving Melkor, what does he want?"
"Well," she says. "There may not be a solution."
"You could turn us into mountain goats or wild cats? It's a bit closer to being an orc so it wouldn't be as scary, we couldn't go home because the other orcs would think we were food and eat us. Or you could send us to a faraway place with no Elves where we can only serve Melkor by having more children and teaching them."
"How does Melkor's mind-reading work?"
Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh. "What does he know about what you're thinking?"