A/N

Oh no! Another Hobbit story! Yes I know, but this time, I am writing with a reason. As some of you might know, I have started writing a book and now I need to develop a new creature. And to do so, I need to write more about it, figure out how it behaves, their habits. And why not throw it into a fan fiction? And after seeing the extended edition of the Battle of the Five Armies, an idea popped inside my head which would go perfectly with my creature.

This first chapter was written in just an hour or so. It may mean I will rewrite it later, but I just wanted to start. See how it will turn out in the future. It also means it won't be my main priority, since 'Nothing I have ever known' is still ongoing.

Anyway, here is the first chapter!

Chapter 1

Deep yellow eyes scan the area as the pack draws closer. They will be here soon, causing her to curse under her breath. Those darn muds! She really hates those vile creatures! She really does! It's because of them she has lost her mother when she was only a pup! And to think she had to live her life with them!

A low growl escapes her throat as she runs even harder. Well, she isn't a pup anymore! They can't command her anymore! She is stronger and smarter than any of the wargs! Well perhaps with the exception of her. At least she doesn't need an orc commanding her around. She isn't some kind of pet to fetch her master whatever he needs! Nor is she a mount to be used for the lazy!

She keeps on running as fast as her legs can carry her – which is fast! The sounds of the wargs slowly fading. If only she can keep them off long enough, they will eventually stop chasing her, at least that's the plan. Of course he won't be pleased and some heads will be rolling. But she doesn't care. She has nobody left, except for her uncle and they don't exactly see eye to eye about certain things.

No, her only hope is to find her father. That is, if he's still alive. The last time she had seen him, was over sixty years ago. He wouldn't even recognize her if she did find him. And where would she search?

Suddenly she comes to a halt, growling at the moving form in the shadow. To be honest, she didn't count on her to be following her as well. Then again, of all the canines, she knows her best. Mother knows best, or she always say so.

Slowly the large white warg moves out of the shadow, her head low, her ears flat. A snarl escapes the young ferian as she stares at the warg.

'Off to your nest, pup,' Matriarch says as she growls at the ferian, her baring her sharp teeth as well. 'You don't want the master to punish you, do you?'

'Like you care about me, warg!'

The white warg move closer to the young ferian, both of them snarl at each other. As the largest warg – the mother of wargs – Matriarch stands taller than the smaller creature, sending her a look that could pass as a glare is she had been an orc.

'Have I not raised you as a pup? Have I not cared for you over these passed sixty-five years?'

'You are not my mother, Matriarch! And I will not come with you!'

A low growl escapes her throat, turning into a warning bark as the smaller female takes a few steps back. She doesn't want to attack the warg. Really, she doesn't! The wrath of her rider would be immense. But if the female won't back off, she will fight!

'That's enough!'

At the dangerous bark of warning, the ferian quickly turns around, to find a dark grey wolf standing behind her. His golden eyes on Matriarch, before shifting to the younger female. He growls at her, though less menacing than the warg had done moments before.

'Uncle, please,' the ferian begs as she looks at him pleadingly. 'Please, don't let me return to that place. I beg of you.'

'It is for the best, Frêllian,' the male says moving closer to the two canine creatures. 'The master will not take traitors lightly.'

'He is not my master! He never was!'

At this the warg leaps at the Frêllian, pinning her to the ground as she growls, her ears flattened in her neck as she glowers down at the pinned down female.

'It was our master that has saved you!'

'Saved me? Saved me! He ordered you to kill my mother, forcing me to live under your care,' Frêllian spits as she tries to move from under the heavy warg. 'Is that what you call "saved"?'

A heavy paw pushes Frêllian down into the dirt as Matriarch lowers her head towards the ferian. The ferian mentally cursing her lack of years and hight. If only she had been one-hundred, she would have been able to take on the mother of wargs. But with her seventy-five, Frêllian is only just of age. Her full hight not yet reached. So she only growls as the warg speaks.

'Cànna was a traitor, siding with masters enemy,' Matriarch says in a low snarl as she mentions the late ferian. 'You are lucky master let you live, considering your tainted blood.'

With that said, the warg gets off of her, only to grab Frêllian in her mouth, before the ferian even has time to get up. Avoiding biting the young female, Matriarch looks at the male ferian. A silent message being said, before both of them take off again. A loud howl comes from Fêrram - no doubt calling the other wargs – as Matriarch carries Frêllian like a mother would carry her pup. And all the ferian can do is glare at the moving scenery. She had almost made it passed the border this time.

A/N

And that marks the end of the first chapter. I am curious to see how this will work out. I'm thinking about going for yet another Fíli x OC though I'm not sure yet.

Anyway, before writing this, I did my research. I already knew the white warg was a female, but I didn't know if she had a name. So after some research I found out she is called (the) Matriarch, mother of all wargs and just with with this. Just to clear things up