This is a fanfiction based off of Peter Jackson's film adaptations of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. Nothing but my OC and her plot belongs to me, all rights reserved, original characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
I have travelled the world of Middle-Earth many times over. I've been to Rohan, to Rivendell, and even to the Shire. I have fought evil by the sides of wizards, men, dwarfs, and elves. I've learned much from Lord Elrond, Gandalf the Grey, and many others. Nothing surprised me when I lived in Mirkwood, not until I met my first Hobbit, Mr. Bilbo Baggins, the burglar.
"Lady Farren!" My companion called for me, "Please slow down."
I slowed my pace for the stout man from the village. This is why I had wanted to bring horses on our journey to the archives, but they would not have fit on the narrow path through the forest.
My companion, a short, slightly pump man somewhere in his high fifties, ran to catch up with me. I would have left him behind hours ago if I had the choice, but this man from Farbury had the key to the archives I needed.
"Hurry now, Mr. Ravi. It would be best to reach the archives before night falls," I told him as he finally joined me. I suppose you would wonder how an elf such as I would end up in such a situation. It was aggravating really, to have to depend upon on another person, but I wasn't about just steal the key. The village of Farbury is where I bought my supplies, and I doubt they would appreciate it if I stole something very sacred to them.
You see, the village of Farbury is old and has documented every moment of their history and hid it away in their archives. One of these archived stories had information I wanted. Farbury was close to the elven realm of Lothlórien, and many elves have been through here before, including some that may have given the villagers information.
"You must forgive me, Lady Farren. I am getting on in my years and I am not as fast as I used to," Mr. Ravi apologized.
"Indeed you are, my friend. I must say, you are old for your kin. That is quite an accomplishment." My compliment made the man puff up his chest pridefully and began to walk even faster.
I smiled with amusement. The race of Man were a prideful bunch, but it did provide some humor once and awhile.
Suddenly, I heard a low growl come from the trees of the forest. I placed my hand on the hilt of my sword and stood still. Mr. Ravi froze where he was, I doubt he heard the sound, but he did notice my stance. Another growl from the forest confirmed my suspicion. We were being hunted by a pack of wargs.
I roughly grabbed my companions arm and ran down the path. With my elven eyes, I could see the archive building not that far off. Ravi struggled to keep up with me, but I didn't stop or slow down.
It was no use. The wargs were already upon us.
The great, wolf-like beast jumped in front of me. Blood matted the wargs dark brown fur, its small, beady black eyes looked at us with menace, and it's ugly pig-like snout snorted heavily.
Ravi took one look at its overly large teeth and started to tremble in fear. I drew my sword to confront the beast, but another beast jumped out behind us. I whirled around and glared at the second one. One was enough for me, I didn't need two.
"Ravi, run," I whispered to the terrified man, "Run to the archives and do not look back. I'll come shortly."
I didn't need to tell the man twice. He took off towards the archives, and when the first warg tried to catch him, I swung my sword out and nicked him on the nose. His attention turned back to me, a new cut on his snout.
The two wargs started to circle around me, determining the best way to kill me. I switched my gaze between the two, doing my own analysis. The first one was male, the other female. It didn't appear that there were anymore of them, and there wasn't any orcs with them. Strange. Wargs usually traveled in packs or at least had an orc rider. These two must have been separated from the pack or their riders had been killed. Either way, I didn't care; I just needed them dead.
Tired of circling me, the male warg pounced, clearly trying to rip my throat out. I ducked underneath the beast and thrust my sword into its stomach as it was flying over me. I swiftly removed my sword and dove to the right to avoid being squished by the fallen warg.
The brute gave one last pitiful whimper and fell still, dead. The female glared at me with an almost Man-like hatred. I felt myself take a shocked step back, I had never seen that from a warg. They were beasts of Sauron. They were not capable of hatred, only evil.
Spurred on by the death of her companion, the female warg lunged forward and tried to bite my arm. I moved out of the way before her teeth could snag me; she was a lot faster than she looked. I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to kill her the same way as the other.
I decided it would probably be best if I put some distance between us, so I jumped up and grabbed the lowest branch of the tree behind me. After pulling myself up to avoid my feet being bitten off, I climbed up a little higher, but not high enough to lose her attention. I didn't want her going off after Ravi.
While I took out my bow and an arrow, both gifts from the elves of Lothlórien, the warg attempted to climb the tree. She was too heavy and kept slipping. I knocked my arrow and aimed at the creatures head, right between the eyes. I waited until she tried to climb the tree again, then shot her as she slid back down.
She fell backwards with a heavy thud, but she wasn't dead yet. She whimpered and growled slightly and tried to move, but my aim had been true. She wasn't getting up again.
I jumped down from my spot in the tree and approached the fallen beast. Placing my hand on her snout, I watched the life fade out of her eyes. It was sad to see such a powerful creature go, if only she had been created differently. Sauron was the one to blame; he was the one to create such creatures by engulfing innocent wolves into a darkness they could not escape.
"I am sorry you had to go, cin foeg ún," I whispered to the warg. The beast finally laid still, no more fight left. She was gone. Sighing, I stood up to drag the beast off the road; I wouldn't want future travelers to come open the body.
As I dragged the female into the bush, which took quite a bit of effort because of its size, I heard a small whimper came from deeper within the forest. Figuring it wouldn't hurt to check it out, I finished with the two wargs and went to investigate.
Another whimper from the bush on the other side of the path. It didn't sound exactly like a dog, and it didn't sound fully grown. 'Strange,' I thought to myself. I moved the small bush from where the sound came and what I saw shocked me more than a disappearing hobbit.
A small, skinny baby warg laid underneath the bush. It was curled up, as if to protect itself from the cold. Its teeth had not yet grown in and no fur was present on its body, it must have only been one or two weeks old.
Then a heart-shattering revelation came to me. I had just killed the poor creatures parents. "Oh no," I whispered to myself. The baby warg would have no one to protect it, no one to care for it, no one to watch it grow up to be such a powerful beast.
Most enemies of Sauron would have left the baby to die, but I've always had a soft heart. After tearing off the bottom half of my cloak, I wrapped the small creature, who I found to be female, in it and gently held her up to my chest.
The tiny warg did not complain, glad to be out of the cold of winter. The small creature fell asleep in my arms, enjoying my warmth. I looked down at the little one, trying to believe that her kin had been responsible for the suffering of many.
Perhaps others would have blamed her for such a feat, but I knew better than most that you could not choose what species you were.
As I made my way to where Ravi was waiting at the archives, I decided then and there that I would care for this baby warg as if she was my own child. I would raise her to be a kind but fearsome creature; raise her to fight against Sauron.
"She will be the first warg raised by an elf," I pondered aloud, "I think I quite like the sound of that." The baby warg snuggled closer to me, as if enjoying my words as much as I did.
"Now, what to name you?" I whispered to the creature. Peering at the creature, a perfect name came to me, "Rieka."
The warg moved her head a little higher, as though it was responding to her name. Rieka it was then.
I had never found what I had been looking for, but I received something greater. For years, I raised Rieka to be who she is today. Many elves disapproved of it, but I did not care; Rieka had become my most loyal and greatest friend.
Because she was raised by me, Rieka was gifted with immortality to roam Middle-Earth with me until we were no longer needed. Rieka and I spent many happy years together, hiding from civilization because of their hatred for her kin. Though Rieka could not speak, I suspected it bothered her, and I tried my best to comfort her, but she would always face the prejudice of others.
Through the gift of the Valor, I was able to keep the darkness that threatened her soul away from her. Instead of the usual dark colors of her kin, her fur was pure white, marking her as my own. I loved her more than anything, and she loved me the same. We didn't need anyone as long as we had each other, and I was okay with it, though it did affect my observance of other's emotions.
Me and Rieka kept to ourselves through all the years, until we ran into a strange company of 13 dwarves and one especially brave hobbit.