What? He couldn't even budge the sword from the orc's grip! What foul magic was this?!?!? It almost seemed like a gorrible twisted god was toying with him right now, giving him shit rolls!

None the less, his attack plan had failed before even jumping the first step...which wasn't even part of the plan since he though it was definite that he would achieve it. The sword struggled against the orc's hand but it never got free from its grasp. So he was stuck there listening to the orc. This orc was special, his twisted mentality of not wanting violence and fights combined with his Hulk strength, he was a dangerous individual indeed. Or it could be that he was so drunk that he couldn't even hold his sword in his hands, let alone fight.
After the orc finished his speech, Numenor started responding:"I don't know what your purpose is here, or even if you are with that dragon but if what you say is true then you should join me to stop it. Do you hear all the screams of terror outside? All the chaos unfolding around you? It is not just a "little fit" IT IS A CALAMITY! Now let go of my sword before I cut your hand in half!"

His week pull of the sword earlier couldn't even count as a try! It could also be taken as him being patient and listening to the orc, not wanting to harm him. But now, if the orc didn't let go, he would give it another try and hopefully this time, no shitty dice rolls would stand in his path!