This imagine was requested by @emwillen; You are a skinchanger who was enslaved by the orc's. Azog, however, saved you and adopted you. You were able to hide your true feelings towards the orc's and then you ask your 'father' if you are allowed to explore Middle-Earth. That's when you end up in Beorn's house with the dwarves staring at you.

'Don't... Don't. Kill. Them.' You were rolling around in your sleeping bag. The images flew through your mind again. 'We did nothing to you! Let us go! NOOOOOOOO!' Sweat pearls started to show up on your forehead. You were slamming your fist into a branch, still very much asleep. The pain didn't get through to you. The dream hadn't reached it's end yet. 'Don't take me away from them! No.... NOOOOOOO! MOOOOOMMMM!' You could see the memories in your head like they were happening to you right now. The same smell that had warned your family, only too late. It was hard to erase it from your memory and you would probably never be able to do it. That night would hunt you for the rest of your life.

One night, some orc's had attacked your small village. There were no orders for the orc's to attack. They just felt like it that night. No one in your village had made a sound, no sound to warn the other's. But the smell was there. The smell of dried blood and dirt, the smell of orc's. Yet, they didn't pay it any mind when they turned in for bed that night. That was their mistake. They surprised everyone in their attack, no one survived. You were dragged from your bed and forced to see the orc's killing your father and mother. They pulled at your hair to make you watch. They made you watch the blood spilling from their fatal wounds.

And when the orc who had held you, raised his sword to your throat and was ready to end you... he came through the door. You desperately tried to change to your wolf form but you were enable to. Your father hadn't been training you for more then a few times before the attack. You didn't know how to control your other form and how to change when you wanted it. This was very unfortunate at the moment. Azog walked right through the door and looked at you in curiosity. 'Why hasn't she changed to her other form yet?' he asked, his voice telling you nothing about his thoughts. 'It seems like she can't control it yet, sire' the orc replied, not looking his leader in the eyes.

Azog came closer, studying your features. He raised a hand and brought it to your face. One strand of hair had come loose from your high pony tail. Carefully, he tucked the white strand behind your ear. 'She will stay with me' he commanded. Azog turned around, leaving the house. The orc's inside looked at each other, a dumbfounded look on their horrid faces. That night, you were dragged to your new 'home'. Azog tried to raise you as his own. For some reason, he saw something in you and wanted to keep you alive. He tought you how to fight and how to control the changing of your form.

One day, he had even ordered you to start calling him dad. It felt bitter on your tongue when you spoke the word. However, you couldn't let the orc's notice it. Azog would have surely killed you if he found out how you truly felt about orc's. He had made you the leader of a pack of wargs and you could run around as much as you'd like. At least, inside. He never allowed you to leave the safety of your new 'home'. The orc was protective over you and didn't let anyone else take care of you. But even he wouldn't like it to know how you felt about his kind.

You knew about the faith of your fellow skinchangers and it made your blood boil. Some times you just felt like ripping all of their throaths wide open. You needed to taste their blood and have revenge on your kin. And maybe your time had finally come. For some time now, you wanted to explore the rest of Middle-Earth. You had begged for Azog to let you go. It was ineffective for three months until you finally had a breakthrough. The other orc's were getting impatient with you and Azog knew that he had to keep you under control if he wanted to keep the respect of the other creatures. So, like a good responsible father, he allowed you to go running wild on your own through a world you didn't know. What could go wrong? Nothing.

Except, of course, that his daughter/son would accidentally run into the pack of dwarves he meant to kill and turn against him in a few seconds.

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It was nightfall and you were looking for a comfortable tree to sleep in when your over sensitive nose smelled something interesting. You stuck your nose in the air, sniffing, without even noticing it at first. The smell smelt really good and something inside of you was getting really excited. You threw your bag on the ground and changed into your wold form. As a wolf, you were completely white with a hint of the puppy you once were still present in your eyes and behaviour. You were wagging your tale when you picked up the scent again. Now you understood what it was, the smell of another skinchanger! You barked excitedly and almost forgot to grab your bag in your mouth when you began to run to follow the scent.

There was another, weird, smell too. You didn't recognize what it was but it surely wouldn't be something or someone that could harm you. Whatever it was, it smelt like earth and sweat. Not the worst combination you could come up with. You ran through the forest and a part through the mountains to follow the scent. Never before had you met a skinchanger that wasn't part of your kin. Azog had always told you that were none left alive in the wild. He had kept them all for sport, killing them or, in your case, training them to keep them as a pet. You came towards a hill and when you stood upon it, you could make out a house in the valley below. The lights were still on. The scent was getting stronger when the wind blew just right.

This was it, your first and probably also your last chance of meeting another skinchanger. You made a whining, nervous sound. What if he didn't want to see you? What if the other was too afraid to let anyone come too close to him? For a moment you hesitated to go down. But you were still a young wolf and your curiosity got the best of you. You rushed down and hid behind some bushes near the door to change into your human form. Quickly, you grabbed some of your human clothes and straightened your wild hair before walking to the door and knocking loudly. Before your knocking, you heard muffled voices coming from inside. Now. you could only hear the sound of heavy feet walking to the door. You swallowed, waiting to be eaten alive.

The door is opened in a wild swing and you come face to face with the largest guy you have ever seen in your life. You can't help it that you are staring at the man in front of you with your mouth wide open. It is really his own fault. He looks quite intimidating if it wasn't for that bright smile on his lips. 'Finally! I wondered how long you were going to stand there in the woods! Just a few minutes later and I would have come to pick you up myself! How are you, my dear fellow skinchanger?' The man seemed to be unable to stop talking. Apparently, as he would tell you later on, he hadn't conversed with a fellow skinchanger for far too many years and he was happy to see you were alive.

Beorn helped you into his house and clapped you on your back. 'Have you gotten into trouble? You smell like you took a bath with a bunch of orc's.' If you would only know; you thought. 'Are you hungry?'

'I'm starving!' you replied excited. Beorn laughed, leading you into his dinner room. The large wooden table was set with many plates. Maybe he was expecting company. 'I don't want to be a bother' you said quickly. Beorn looked at you with a raised eyebrow. 'I mean, if you already expect company then I... I can come back another time?' you said hesitantly. Beorn pulled back a chair for you to sit on. 'I wouldn't have opened the door if I didn't want you to come in. We have much to talk about.'

You climbed on to the offered chair and smiled politely at your host. The whole room was beautiful, exactly how you remembered your own house to look like. There was a lot of space with not too many decorations. It felt like home. You looked up in surprise when you noticed that there were animals walking into the room, carrying food and more, smaller chairs. Beorn sat down across from you, his eyes fixed on your face. 'I expect smaller company. Dwarves, to be precise. The wizard told me that he could use someone like you' he said, his voice turned slightly darker. 'What wizard? Using me for what?' you asked. Maybe you had made the wrong choice by walking into a stranger's house. Hadn't your mother taught you better when she was still alive?

'They will come in here one by one, I believe. Gandalf still seems to think I am a dangerous man. Maybe he is right, I need to be approached with caution. However, I don't like to think that I am that bad.' The last sentence, he looked at you. It took you a moment to realize he needed you to confirm that thought. 'No, I mean, of course you aren't that bad. Who ever said that?' You tried to sound normal but your voice was slightly shaking. A small smile appeared on his lips and he stood up from his place on the table. 'I think it is time to play our role. Can you change into your other form for me?' Beorn asked. You nodded. You also stood up from the table and changed into the white wolf. 'Now,let's have some fun with dwarves' Beorn said, walking outdoors. 'What are dwarves?' you barked as you ran after him.