Redemption
He wanted to die. He deserved to die. He had sworn upon his life that he would protect the ring-bearer, but had turned on him. His hands had groped at Frodo's neck, aiming to strangle the life from the tiny body.
He needed to liveāat least a while longer. Damn them: why weren't the Hobbits running? He tried wordlessly to tell them to flee. They gaped at him. And he found the strength to rise up again and fell another orc. Death approached, and he would take all the monsters that he could with him before its cold descent.
