So, there was plenty of talk around some media LotR stuff going away from canons and else.
Which reminded me of some thing I was going to do a long time ago: an Orc Outcast Hero.
I asked pretty long ago about possibility of orcs being not "generic evil" characters, and most answers were negative, but it didn't stopped me, as you see ![]()
Long story short (I'm not even a decent writer), his name is Gur'Kahath, and he was a scout for an orc raid party specialized on attacking small isolated settlements. But, unlike his brethren, he didn't took pleasure in what they were doing. All he felt was sorrow for those unfortunate enough to fall under their sight. Even more, he grew to hate everything he was, everything they was, and once he reached his limit, he made a decision.
In the early morning, he went into the village they were to slaughter tonight, alone, unarmed.
He tried to warn people of what's coming, but no one listened. Some ran screaming, some threw stones at him, until he was brutally beaten and taken for interrogation. He didn't cared what happens to him, all he wanted is for this village to see another day. He begged them to listen, yet every his prayer was answered with a punch to the gut or stab of a knife.
Then, night fell down. One of the guards went out to investigate the approaching noise only to be met with a hail of crude arrows. Then, the screams started. All over again. He couldn't prevent what he feared most... When, suddenly, one of the rampaging orcs bursted into the building and striked the remaining guard down. When he noticed Gur'Kahath, he was surprised and immediately went to free him. Big mistake.
As soon as his hands were untied, Gur'Kahath grabbed curved sword out of the other orc's hand and punctured his throat with a single powerful thrust. Then, he noticed that guard was still alive, severely bleeding. Gur'Kahath rapidly ripped off one of his sleeves and used it as a bandage to guards even bigger surprise after seeing one orc turn on another. Then, he rushed to the door...
Outside was a chaos. Screams everywhere, houses burning, people running in terror... Some men tried to put up a fight, but orcs were overpowering them one by one. With no back thought, he went into the fray, shielding people with his own body, slaying his brothers one after another. Orcs were not expecting something like this to happen, and it was all the advantage he needed...
...when the sun went up, it cleared the village in ruins. Countless people displaced and broken, and when hope once stood was now fear and sorrow. But, they were still alive. Thanks to him. When he was pulling an arrow out of his shoulder, a woman approached him.
He was expecting for her to hit him or even stab him, but she just thanked him, thanked him for saving life of her little son. He felt something he never felt before. His vision blurred and something warm started running down his cheeks.
TL;DR: Everyone thought he was bad and didn't trusted him, then he proved that he was good and everyone started to trust him a little.

Feel free to bash me for yet another LotR canon ruination and for this pathethic excuse of a backstory ![]()