Disclaimer: All belongs to Tolkien. The italics are directly from The Silmarillion.
A/N: This was written out of a great love for animals, but dogs in general. I have never not had a dog in my house, and for the majority of my life, I've had two. The story of Huan is quite possibly my favorite writing of Tolkien's.
What is this fuss? I am old, and have seen many battles, but never such fear over an animal. Carcharoth. A wolf he is. Though descended from my ancestors, their heritage is destroyed in him by Morgoth's flame. I am curious to see this great warrior. Surely, he cannot be as great as they say.
Then a great baying awoke in the thicket; for Huan becoming impatient and desiring to look upon this wolf had gone in alone to dislodge him.
Where is he? Hiding, I suppose. Just like a pup. Come out and face me, you who dares challenge the great Beren! I warn you, though years have weathered my body, my sight is yet sharp, and my bite is everlasting.
But Carcharoth avoided him, and bursting from the thorns leaped suddenly upon Thingol. Swiftly Beren strode before him with a spear, but Carcharoth swept it aside and felled him, biting at his breast.
My friends have need of me!
No battle of wolf and hound has been like to it, for in the baying of Huan there was heard the voice of the horns of Oromë and the wrath of the Valar, but in the howls of Carcharoth was the hate of Morgoth and malice crueller than teeth of steel…Huan in that hour slew Carcharoth... and the venom of Morgoth entered into him.
