The Warg and Warg Rider Appreciation Thread

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

You have us all salivating with anticipation Diamond.

[SamwiseGamgee]

I was wondering today while driving all over this country of mine what the warg view on motorised transport is. What do they feel about the environmental impact of the automobile upon their natural lands? I can imagine the answer, but if anyone has any authority laying out the warg point of view I would find it most interesting.

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

The only point of relevance which I can add just now is this. I remember hearing about a year ago of an assault upon the local bus station. The culprits were clearly Wargs. The event had all the trademarks of a Wargian assault. I would not be at all surprised if Wargs despised man-made transport. As well as sharing the Professor's point of view about toxicity, the invention benefits the race of Men in their struggle against Wargs, a struggle which they have a better chance of winning nowadays.

[One of the Nine]

I'm back and in full health. I have met a whole host of wargs, being very careful to be on their good side. They are very interesting, and have taught me some of their scratchy language. Well, I'm off to learn more with my beloved wargs.

[Azaelia of Willowbottom]

I've caught the warg fascination bug... And now am wondering where the best place to find one is... Should I look in the mountains or in fields or in the forest? I tend to associate them with mountains, but am not sure.
Also, back in the early days of Middle-Earth, how were the wargs created? (After all, when going out looking for a warg, one must know as much as possible about them! )

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Ah! the origin of Wargs! There is a debate in which we have only scratched the surface of the content, here at the Appreciation Thread. For I don't believe Tolkien ever mentioned from whence they came. Please, list your ideas.

By the way, so nice of you to join us Azaelia. May your fascination with Wargs be long and healthy!

[Diamond18]

It is told that in their beginning the Wargs were made by Aulë in the darkness of Middle-earth; for Aulë was mighty headstrong and the whole Dwarf incident had not taught him his lesson.

Aulë wrought the Wargs in secret under the mountains of Middle-earth, crafting their magnifcent bodies to be strong and unyielding. He made them much larger than Dwarves, and gave them a form of the kelvar, like unto wolves since as far as humanoid forms went, he'd already been there and done that. Yet he also made the Wargs things of beauty and elegance, and gave to them minds capable of infinite knowledge and wisdom.

Now Ilúvatar knew what was done, as always, and in the very hour when Aulë's work was complete, and he was giddy with pleasure, and began to instruct the Wargs in the speech he had devised for them, Ilúvatar spoke to him; and Aulë heard his voice and was silent, thus ending this run on sentence. "Why hast thou done this? Why hast thou done what I told thee not to do, again? What part of 'don't do this stuff anymore' dost thou not understand?"

Then Aulë scuffed his sneakers on the floor and shoved his hands in his pockets, shrugging. "I dunno," he mumbled.

And then Ilúvatar took up a gigantic hammer with teeth on the end, and said to the Wargs, "I know what thou art thinking. Is he going to forgive Aulë again or not? Well, to tell thee the truth, I can't really decide. But being as this is a 44 pound meat tenderizer, the most powerful hammer in the world, and would flatten thine heads to little pancakes, thou hast got to ask thyselves one question: Do we feel lucky? Well, do ya punks?"

And the Wargs shrank from the hammer and were afraid, and they bowed their heads and begged for mercy. Wargs are fearless, noble creatures, but this is Eru we're talkin' about here.

And Aulë said, "Noooooo!" and flung himself in front of the hammer. "I am the one who is in the wrong, kill me and let them live!" he pleaded.

But Ilúvatar took compassion upon Aulë and his creatures, and put aside the hammer. "Oh alright," he said. "But next time someone is going to get it, verily."

Aulë began to thank him profusely, but Ilúvatar held up a mighty hand and added, "Finished I am not. Since thou hast so presumptuously wrought creatures in secret not once but twice, still there is a punishment thou must endure. These creatures, so noble and magnificent, shall be cursed ever onward to live a dual existence. Moreso than any other creature shall they be prone to the extremities of good and evil -- thou hast given them great minds capable of much wisdom, and bodies capable of great strength, and now I also give to them teeth and jaws of totally wicked awesomeness, much like my Hammer of Death. It will ever be a struggle for them to use this gift for things that are good, pure, and just. And always they shall be misunderstood and loathed by my Children."

"Sounds fair," said Aulë. "Nonetheless, they will have need of meat."