Alias: Hound of Sauron; Great wolf-chieftain
Date of Birth: Unknown
Race: Wolves of the North / Wargs of Wilderland
Height: Larger than the common wolf
Date of Death: Unknown
Description: Approximate weight of 140-170 pounds and length between 4-6+ feet.
This biography represents the deviant Wolves/Wargs in Professor Tolkien’s tales. They are deadly-fierce canine predators that often ally with the enemy. Their howls make the blood run cold and they can run for many leagues without rest. Not only are the Wolves vicious in their attacks, they are also mounts for orcs known as Wolf-riders. The evil Wolves are called Wargs; a demonic kind of Wolf that comes from Wilderland in the eastern part of the Misty Mountains. Hundreds now live in the shadow of the goblin-infested mountains. They are intelligent with the Chief Wolf capable of speaking to the pack in a dreadful language Gandalf understands. While they are ferocious and powerful, both the Wolf and Warg fear fire.
The Chief Wolf of the pack that discovered Gandalf, Thorin & Company in the clearing and drove them into the trees was hit by a magically-inflamed pinecone thrown by Gandalf. More were hurled into the pack and several other Wolves were set ablaze by the wizard’s fiery bombardment.
Wolf-riders and Wargs were in the Battle of Five Armies in 2941, killing, rending and savaging Elves, Men and Dwarves.
In 3019, a more sinister element of the Wargs was discovered when The Fellowship of the Ring was assailed by a pack after escaping Caradhras. Once again, Gandalf used fire against the attackers. Legolas’ last arrow was kindled as it flew and struck the Great Wolf-Chieftain in the heart. The Company had slain many Wolves in the battle, though no sign of them could be found the next morning. Only Legolas’ spent arrows that lay around the clearing and the charred trees showed any sign of the fight.
- “What shall we do, what shall we do!” he cried. “Escaping goblins to be caught by wolves!” he said, and it became a proverb, though we now say ‘out of the frying-pan into the fire’ in the same sort of uncomfortable situations.” (Bilbo as the Wargs attack)
- “‘My heart’s right down in my toes, Mr. Pippin,’ said Sam. ‘But we aren’t eten yet, and there are some stout folk here with us. Whatever may be in store for old Gandalf, I’ll wager it isn’t a wolf’s belly.'” (Sam in FOTR)