Must get back to work.
I fear the lash...
The Eye watches, always, always, always...
The great Eye is ever watchful, #.
Freedom? Ha! We have no freedom here, #.
This work is hard, but I must not complain.
The very air is foul here!
All these crops, and not a scrap for us to eat...
Maybe... maybe one day I shall be free.
Truly, #, the strength of Men has failed.
You Men of the Darkness are worse than the foulest Morgul-scum.
I have lived on these farms, and it seems I shall die on these farms.
If I don't get back to work soon, I will get another ten lashes!
I must obey. I must serve the ever-watching Eye.
His gaze is ever upon us. We will never be free.
The Eye's armies do not feed themselves, #! We must do his bidding or face death and torture!
Shall I ever be free?
Is there still hope beyond the walls of Mordor?