Lin, I’m the Dark Lord. Not the bay lord, not the dappled lord, not the dun lord, not the pinto lord.
The unblazoned sable field was Melkor’s standard; it is a tradition, an homage, and a calling card. The lords of Rohan knew it was no petty horse thieves, but Mordor who claimed their stallions. I offered to buy; they refused to treat with me. It was politics, as much as aesthetics, that made me choose the black, to send a message.
And it was only enough to supply my Nazgul and lordly servants. Orcs do not ride horses; there was no need to furnish my entire army with steeds.
