Oh no, this is so ... sad, and empty, and yet also somehow visceral. The orc's voice is really clear and believable, and it makes for a powerful piece!
You had me clutching my heart with "But she was not a woman. She was not even a person." and it just kept aching from there.

Oh, ow. You capture her painfully well. Ancient and worn and ill-used and tired of it all, and yet, somehow, proud. An excellent example of the complexity of villains. Bravo!

Wow.  I am not even sure how to comment here - it's not quite sad, but it *feels* sad, but she's so defiant in a way, and yet seems to have not just accepted but embraced her role.  I honestly don't even know what to feel.  So many conflicting emotions and thoughts - so well done!!

She is so fully enslaved, body and mind, that she does not feel it as enslavement, but something to be proud of.

Her spirit is even admirable on her terms, but what a subversion.

Excellent!

poor old orc women, you have really depicted her wonderfully, it really transmit me her world, the life that she has lived for so many long years. I believe that in the Halls of Mandos even the orcs can find peace and healing even if this will take them until the end of the world, they are elves still, even if really lost.

I have taken this headcanon from the fanfic In Equal Mesure of Philosophizes, a beautiful masterpiece!

Poor old orc woman. (I wonder how it is that she's still hanging on when she doesn't seem to think she's even a person...)