"I'll try!"

She sings her the improvement to the magic song.

The orf learns it by heart.

She goes allllllll the way back down. She pays an installment on the baby-switching help she needs. He's still not planning to betray her, what a nice boy.

She finds an out of the way Elf prisoner. She sings. Yep, unremarkable orc, that.

Good.

She pays careful attention to available parts.

There's one. Miscellaneous Elf of the newly-arrived host, has a baby, is crying in the background because her husband died.

She can do that!

The illusion will cover the bitten notch of the baby's ear but her mama can feel it. She can sob over this baby about her missing husband so very, very convincingly. She is so sad.

The prisoner actually does look at her - looks at everybody, all the time, and is visibly concerned if they're out-of-sorts with less excuse than a dead husband. She can see why it'd be hard to get things past him and why they've had to keep starting over. 

She's very convincingly miserable. If she fucks this up she will not have improved things for her baby. She's got enough practice to skew that into dead husband - what if she'd had a husband, she'd miss him so much, the baby would miss him growing up. She does not demand his lordship's boyfriend's attention.

He settles in to singing the funeral songs with everyone else. They last a week. She's supposed to hang out in the background. (She won't get hungry, and the baby won't get hungry; it'll only be a few hours of real time.)

His lordship is distracted, Thuringwethil informs her.

She switches songs - generic orc generic orc generic orc - grabs his lordship's boyfriend and slings him onto her back and barrels through another background character, swatting her aside - and tears down the hall. Stuffs the baby down her shirt, already tied at the waist to keep her from falling out, and resettles the Elf on her person and sings and sings and sings.

The Elf is confused but unresisting and in any event too injured to put up much resistance. There's an outcry. People are told to stop her and the outcry turns into a general fairly bloody melee everywhere within hearing distance.

So generic so very generic no way to pick her out from the crowd and she's that little bit faster than the real orcs -

Up the stairs up more stairs out the big doors she has to kill four people to get to them she recognized that one never mind her baby is squirming around in her shirt and the Elf is heavy on her back and she runs and sings and gasps and runs more and sings more -

Generic orc generic orc definitely allowed to be out here on patrol on a mission something just some orc no specific orc -

Macalaurë'd know how to do something for speed and exhaustion without some nasty interaction with what she's got. He isn't sure - yet - he listens -

...persons responsible for the prisoners are unsure if this is another rescue scenario which no one was informed about so they'd act sufficiently surprised, or if someone actually randomly grabbed a prisoner and ran away stabbing people.

They don't really want to ask Sauron. 

After a bit they get up the nerve to go ask Sauron anyway.

He starts quietly singing along with her.

Thanks.

All orcs are ordered to cease moving immediately.

There are no actual orcs here. Well, one, but she can't talk yet so she squirms on. The orf runs.

" - you're not -"

People talk about 'breeding monsters' like that doesn't imply any steps but here I am.

All parties aware of the location of the prisoner are ordered to inform me immediately without moving.

- she runs.

- he was prepared to have to do something, at that one. 

Everything for ten miles around goes utterly impenetrably black.

She steps higher. She trips a little, recovers, resettles the Elf on her back, it was clear for a ways ahead from here. She leaves off singing to catch her breath since nobody's looking anyhow and any real orc would definitely not be running.

The jostling is extraordinarily painful even with a new reference point for that. He keeps singing. Energy and balance and swift movement, that seems like the thing. He checks prospects for being able to walk.

He is definitely not going to be able to walk.

Well, she's got a pretty secure hold on him. The song helps. She switches to that song after she's got a bit more air in her.