Alpha (Oh, so I still have control of Xoruk? I thought I gave him to you? No matter I shall continue.)
"Xoruk, the Black Death. I was forged together as precisely as the sword by which our enemies are bound. I am the collective of 50(ish) of your orcs, and have all of their combined strength, wits and intellect."
Xoruk bows, and looks upon Melkor once more.
"But you shouldn't worry, I was created as a gift for you, and I will serve you until the end."
(Now you may have control of Xoruk, unless something else arises.)