"I wasn't thinking separately -"

"I don't think anybody was doing anything special to keep me from dying in Angband so I can probably be confined non-torturously if you let me keep her she's mine -"

"If there's a problem tell the guards, I don't know what we'll do but we won't hurt you or her." Clear out the third storage room, bring a bed and cloths for a baby there - "All right. You can get up. Don't lunge at anyone, please."

She gets up. She props the baby on her shoulder and sings to her softly.

She is escorted to a spacious room where some people are in the process of assembling a bed. It's well-guarded. 

"I'd like a more specific description of how you got out, and how you got Maitimo."

"They run the prisoners through hallucinations, comprehensive illusions - the Maiar do most of it but sometimes other people play bit parts. Once I had a way to get a bit part where I could be holding my own baby milady Thuringwethil distracted his lordship Sauron long enough for me to grab Maitimo in the middle of one of his and run off with him singing my being a generic orc song well enough to cover him too. I killed a few people on the way out. I didn't have to stop when his lordship started freezing everybody in range - first 'cause I'm not an orc second 'cause I space out when they torture me enough that I don't remember what I said. Then I just ran till he called the dog Maia."

"All right. How many Maiar are there in Angband -"

"I dunno exactly, the Balrogs all look the same. Not more than a couple dozen."

"And how many orcs -"

"More all the time, hundred thousand maybe, Angband can hold ten times that. You all did a number when you came but that was a while ago from inside, time's different."

"Can you describe the layout for me, including surveillance, magical protections -" he waves over someone who has parchment and a pen -

"I haven't been all over it. I know bits." She knows these bits.

He has more strategic questions. He has someone bring them food.

Mmm food.

"All right," he says after a while. "That's all I have for now. Please do not attempt to leave or to make or acquire a weapon; please don't sing anything mind-affecting or which generates illusions. Do you need anything?"

"Decided what you're gonna do with me yet?"

"We're not going to hurt you."

"But that still leaves so many options!"

"Have a recommendation?"

"I'll let you know."

She's been getting prettier over the course of the conversation. Less gray, mostly. The baby is still uglycute as ever.

It's a little bit disconcerting but he can't blame someone for being part an orc. He leaves and goes to Maitimo's side.

He's mostly lucid, knitting his bones back together, and can confirm that 'was in a hallucination, it got interrupted' matched his experiences - "though I suppose then this could still be a hallucination -"

"Well, hallucinate getting better."

He smiles weakly and closes his eyes.

The orf settles in. She paces with her baby and sings, and sings, and sings; she's as good as an Elf except when she starts crying instead and that tendency peters out over the first little while. None of her songs are mind-affecting or illusory.