I just saw this one appearing on imaginexhobbit (Tumblr) and I just had to write this ^^ The imagine; Imagine your abusive fiancé falling to Middle-Earth, right on Azogs lap.

Don't expect anything too large. It is just a little drabble of sorts :)

And, of course, a warning for abusive language, not-so-nice words and aggresiveness. This can be triggering so be smart and don't read it if you know it will trigger something with you.

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"AND THEN ANOTHER THING! HOW DARE YOU LOOK AT THAT MAN AT THE COUNTER? DO I NOT GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU NEED?" Your husband marched over to you, grabbing you by your hair. 

"YOU LITTLE SLUT! I WILL SHOW YOU WHERE YOU BELONG!" 

You were pulled out the back door by your hair. From experience you knew there was no use to scream or try to escape.

He was too strong and the neighbors wouldn't help you. Maybe this time they would at least call 911.

You tried not to think about the cold, long night that was ahead of you. It wasn't the first time your husband dragged you out after he saw you 'flirting' with another guy. This would be yet another night that you would spend outside in the doghouse.

"Please, I wasn't looking at him that way. I had to serve him his drink. That is my job" you cried, trying to talk some sense into him.

A high pitched cry left your throat as he pulled you up by your hair. The foul stench that left his mouth drilled into your nose as you came face to face with him. "Don't. Tell. Me. What. To. Do."

He spat in your face. "Little sluts like you will stay right where they belong." He threw you backwards, with your back first you landed on the wooden roof of the doghouse. 

Your husband whistled. The dog didn't immediately run to him. Instead he ran to you and sniffed. Softly he laid his paw on you, looking at you and licking your face. "Don't waste your time on rats Scruff" your husband said with a low voice.

He turned around, allowing Scruff to stay with you. 

"At least neither of us will be alone tonight" you said, burying your nose in the dog' fur.

Your husband walked over the treshold but instead of getting surrounded by the warmth of his home, he felt like there was no floor beneath his feet. 

Instead it felt like he was falling down quite rapidly.

And he was right. He looked down and saw something big, palce and.... alive? Whatever it was the creature appeared to be sharpening his sword. Now that he focused on the creature, was that a hand or a weapon for a hand?

He started to shout loudly as he fell. Maybe this was just something his drunken mind had come up with. Nothing to worry about. Everything would be fine tomorrow morning.

With a loud huff and a yelp from the creature, he landed on something hard.

It was the creature' lap that broke his fall. The scumbag huffed in agony as he felt the first hint of what was surely going to be a bruise on his buttocks.

Azog didn't quite understand what had happened. Something, he guessed a human, had apparently falled out of the sky and onto his lap. What did that thing want from him? And what was that smell that penetrated his pour orc lungs?

Angrily he got up, sending the human tumbling down to the ground.

The man wouldn't have none of that. "LOOK! YOU WORHTLESS PIECE OF SHIT! YOU DON'T JUST THROW ME TO THE GROUND LIKE THAT! I AM MORE WORTH THAN THAT!" the small man yelled.

Azog simply raised an eyebrow. To him it was simply a little shriek that kind of annoyed his small ears. *Your orc translator is turned on* "What do you want from me human? Do you have any idea of who I am?"

The man, who didn't have an orc translator because he was foolish that way, didn't understand a word the orc was saying. "WHERE IS MY WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT? SHE DID THIS! OH SHE IS DEAD NOW!" The man stormed off looking for a way back to his house.

The orc didn't quite understand what was going on. Especially when he saw a tall, grey figure standing a few miles away on a rock. Images started to roll around before his eyes like magic.

He saw the man who had just landed on his lap, slapping a woman. She appeared to be crying, huddled in a corner, sleeping a wooden box of sorts, covering up a blue eye, getting yelled at in public.

Azog' blood started to boil. He stormed off after the guy.

He pulled him up by the back of his collar. The man kicked everywhere he could but the orc barely felt a thing. 

"I may be an orc but I have never seen such low scum before" Azog spoke darkly. "We may be known as the vilest, most horrific creatures of Middle-Earth but even we know how to treat our woman!" he growled.

Hearing their leader growl from afar, orcs started to appear from behind every rock and crevice. 

They started to see the same images as their leader. The magic was somehow spreading.

All at once they bared their teeth and reached for their weapons. 

The scumbag that Azog was holding up high in the air quit kicking. He stared at the ugly looking creatures that were surrounding him. Their number kept growing and growing until he lost count.

"L-look," he said, his voice high-pitched, "maybe we can talk this out? I have a wife you can shag?"

A low howl send a shiver down the scumbag' spine. Large wolves were gathering right in front of him. They were a lot larger than Scruff. Also, their teeth were larger and quite possibly a lot sharper. 

Azog pulled him close to his face, he let the tip of his sword scratch over the scumbag' cheek. "Other races always tell us to treat others the way we want to be treated. Well, I say we start treating you the way you clearly want to be treated."

The scumbag still didn't understand the language of the orc and so had no idea what was coming to him.

Maybe the wolves that leaped at him with their teeth bared, attacking his legs, was enough a hint before he remembered nothing but pain.