Carcharoth 🐺 guardian of the gate of Angband.

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Carcharoth 🐺 guardian of the gate of Angband.
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"I have a /little/ gift for you, master..." He chuckled darkly as he came into the room, giving the little elfling a push with his big nose, making the child trip forward almost at Mairon's feet. "The young ones really are hard to catch with how fiercely they guard them... No task for filth-brained orcs."
The Maia had expected a patrol report and was entirely surprised when the little elfling stumbled into this office in front of the giant wolf. Surprise was something that was rare for him and he enjoyed it. “What a special gift you brought me.” Mairon mused, looking at the child cowering on the floor in fear, then he addressed his captain again. “What have you done with it’s parents?”
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There was fur tickling his nose, and his toes were uncomfortably damp. Langon opened his eyes, to find his Master’s latest wolf-pup, already remarkably large, lying beside him. The pup was licking Langon’s toes, and his tail was brushing against Langon’s face as it wagged idly.
Langon smiled wryly and sat up, rescuing his feet from that mouth, and scratched Carcharoth behind the ears. “Are you hungry? I suppose I’d better find you some food, yes?”
"What a pretty thing you are..." The wolf hummed in his deep, rumbling voice, pink tongue lapping over his black lip and red eyes focused on the elf before him.
Overly curious wanderers were often greeted with sights far more horrible than the large spiders and most did not return to report from them. Thranduil recalled being utterly amused by that merchant who shuddered and told him of sights he had deemed to be overly large wargs.
No, wargs they were not.
These wolves usually roamed further in the south, some were known to inhabit the Wilderland - not known to humans, but to the elvenking. His first werewolf he had spotted at the tender age of barely a century at the side of his captain, Beleg. These servants of Morgoth hated Melian’s girdle and rarely targeted the Sindar of Doriath, only whenever they dared to venture outside.
But this one was far larger than any of the ones Thranduil had seen, this one did not seem like an arrow to his heart will extinguish the crimson gleam in his eyes. The king’s surprise was plain obvious. He drew his fine blade and waited, observed the big beast from a healthy distance. “There is nothing here for you.”
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A deep, angry growl grew in his throat and he bared his teeth, approaching the elf. “I said…” his eyes gleamed red with madness and his fur bristled on his back, his growl louder just before he leapt with a roar. “…be my king!”
Wolves could be tricky to deal with, and this one seemed especially so. He tried to make himself appear smaller than he was, more submissive. Perhaps it would soothe this wolf's anger. He didn't fancy getting his throat ripped out. "Alright, alright! Calm."
Would you rather get eaten or watch your husband getting eaten?
"Be eaten myself," he said without hesitation, "but if you’re thinking of trying…I’d advise against it…"