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Despite all her newfound belief that she counted herself among the orcs, Tauriel knew that beneath the nasty hair and grime and stench, she looked every part an elf. For this reason, she hardly minded when her true orc betters scoffed at her fanciful ideas of having any kind of say in the matters of war. Whatever she might have been in Mirkwood, here she was a lowly recruit, and she accepted their orders to fuck wargs and wash their balls with her mouth with due obedience.
But her old life as Tauriel had its uses, and as much as they enjoyed her service, the orcs assigned her the key duty of spying and sabotaging Mirkwood's defenses.
This was how she came to walk through the plaza, smiling and savoring the sight of the elves plugging their noses and looking away. Her presence in this state alone appeared to nauseate them, yet the politeness of the elves among someone they considered their own kept them at bay.
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