The Warg and Warg Rider Appreciation Thread

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Most fascinating Fingolfin. It must indeed have been a mighty tree which supported the weight of two great Wargs. Perhaps you should investigate your neighbourhood further in order to see these Wargs again. But be careful, remember. Wargs are highly dangerous, if magnificent, creatures.

I remember a particular occasion in my early life which suggested the full terror of Wargs. Once as a child I witnessed a Warg track down and commit a single elderly woman to death. Employing the acid, barbs, tact and strychnine granted to it by a truly cruel God, it had gutted, dissected and pickled the woman within minutes. The pieces were swiftly jarred and sold to the Russians and the Warg proudly attached the woman's eyes to its secondary mandibles in an effort to increase his standing in Heaven and Hell. Some Wargs cannot comprehend their power as they have no minds, this is as a consequence of one of the first Wargs in the world dabbling in necro-science and attempting to interfere in the affairs of the angels. Robbed of any real sentience, these Wargs can feel only the pain and upset of others and are driven by this.

Saraphim, so nice of you to join us here at the Appreciation Thread! It is very interesting to hear of a domesticated Warg. I knew that such Wargs were in existence but rarely have I been confronted with one. It is, of course, worth remembering that the Warg is far more powerful than your family may realise. If you wake up one morning to find your home the victim of an unexplained rampage, do not be surprised. Wargs can be temperamental creatures. Perhaps this has already happened to you?

[High King Fingolfin]

I saw them again! Not only did I once again sight the two Wargs I saw before, I saw two others! They were not so close to me this time. They flew around in the sky above me before landing in the tree in my neighbor's yard. There were the two that I saw before, one, the first one I ever saw, was black, with eyes of the same color, and a grey marking, shaped like a many-pointed star on its forehead. Its mate was also black, with no markings and green eyes. The other two Wargs were dark grey, both with brown eyes, the first with a brown patch around its right eye, the second with a black marking shaped sort of like a sword blade pointing to the right on its forehead. They stayed in the tree for about ten minutes, but I don't think they noticed me. Eventually they flew away in the direction of a large local park with woods and a prairie. I believe this is where this group lives. The group could be could actually be quite large!

Saraphim, welcome to our community of Warg lovers! Careful with that Warg you have, it strikes me as strange that a Warg would disguise itself as a common dog. It could be a dangerous renegade.

[Saraphim]

My warg is currently only two meters away, sleeping soundly.

This may well be a facade, since a moment ago I caught her on the kitchen table drinking my coffee.

Indeed, Eomer. Often my kinsfolk and I will wake to the little warg chewing on things: clothes, footwear, furniture, carpet, cats, books. My copy of The Lays of Beleriand will never be the same.

I fear this may be only a hint of things to come, however, and I hope to be out of the house when the caffiene kicks in.

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Strange happenings and strange experiences for some of our friends. I am both saddened but yet relieved that I have not had close personal contact with a Warg. My three experiences of seeing a Warg have never once involved direct contact betwixt Warg and myself.

I'm trying to work on a tale regarding the Rhun Hills. Now, I'm sure we are all aware of the legends surrounding the ancient power of the Rhun Hills. Yet almost no-one recognises that it concerns Wargs very closely. It is a tale of violence, bloodshed and magic. I have no idea when it will be ready for postage. Also my study is still in a mess after the incident with the Spider Monkey, so this can only delay my work.

Fingolfin, I fear for your safety if you investigate these Winged Wargs further. If, as you suspect, there is a large group of them then they could cause frightful carnage in your area. It is a tricky situation no doubt, because why on earth would you want to hesitate to further experience Wargs? A double-edged sword of a situation I fear.

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

It has been several days since Fingolfin has posted on the thread. I fear he went searching for the Winged Wargs and suffered the consequences. Say it ain't so!

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

There are few place-names in Middle-earth which chill the blood, but to those in the know, the Rhun Hills are of especial mystery. This fear has passed into legend, and most folk, whether Hobbits of the Shire or Men of Gondor, do not know the truth about the Hills. All they know is that it is a place to dread. Of those few who know the truth, Elrond of Rivendell is one who has ventured to tell the tale.

He told me that there was once a tribe of Wargs who lived in the Rhun Hills, back in the day when Men could walk freely in those lands. These were noble majestic Wargs, probably around twenty of them, and they made alliance with the Rulers of Gondor. Gondor was at that time plotting an assault upon Mordor and valued the help of the Wargs. Little did the Wargs know that they were about to be used as pawns in the great game of War.

The Wargs were stationed on the outskirts of Mordor, ready to attack the forces of Sauron who were massed. They thought that the Men were in hiding nearby and waited upon the signal, which was to be a beacon away in the West. They saw the beacon light up and jumped out of their place of hiding, only to be met with the grim realisation that the Men had abandoned them; they were nowhere to be seen. A group of around fourteen Wargs were about to be assailed by Sauron's huge army.

The Wargs put up an amazing fight, but it could not last. Orc upon Orc fell before the fury of the Wargs but there were too many, swarming around the Wargs like ants. And there were Balrogs and Evil Ents, who could not be contained, and one by one, the Wargs fell, destroyed.

The King of Gondor had planned this. He had hit two birds with one stone, so to speak. The Wargs had put a sizeable dent in Sauron's army. Hundreds and hundreds of Orcs had been eliminated. Sauron's army was not huge so he was unable to attack Gondor for many years after this. Also, Gondor was all set to take the Rhun Hills, and the treasures which apparently lay within.

They made their expedition about a month after the slaughter of the Wargs. A large representation of Gondor's might went to take the Hills. They travelled through the fair, yet strange, country becoming more anxious as they went on, for the sights were unusual in the Rhun Hills. They heard or saw no Wargs, a deathly silence was everywhere. Until they came to a great river which ran through the Hills. The Men were drawn to it, and they saw an awful thing; the river flowed with blood. In that hour, a thick mist swept over the Hills. The Men, all twelve thousand of them, were never seen again.


*as told by an unnamed Elf from Rivendell*

-point- *Elrond discovered this from the birds of the area*

[High King Fingolfin]

Don't worry Eomer! After a fruitless search for the winged Wargs I had a lot of distractions which I will not discuss, which made me unable to post.

Your story of the Rhun Hills was quite electrifying! The Wargs' spirits probably used their magic against the Men of Gondor. They undoubtedly met a horrible death.