The Fellowship of the Ring Werewolf

[E.N.]

Yet it was not only the legions of the Shadow that sought the Great Ring; for another hunter, more pitiful and far more fell, prowled the shadowed lands. A creature both good and foul, twisted and torn by a desperate need, he too was consumed by the lust to possess the One Ring.

Yet, unlike those enthralled by Sauron's dominion, he moved not with fell purpose toward the Ring's known path. No, his malice was a thing of chaotic frenzy, striking seemingly at random, driven by wild, consuming greed. Thus did he come upon Prada the Seamstress, whose quiet life was swiftly and cruelly quenched. He fell upon her cottage like a sudden blight, ransacking the poor haberdashery with feverish, grasping hands, believing the One Ring might be secreted amongst the spools and fine linen.

Disappointment, sharp and bitter, was his only reward. No glint of gold met his hungry gaze. And so, before any villager might stir from their hearths and recognize the twisted soul, the desperate thing vanished once more into the gloom, melting back into the unhallowed darkness whence he came.

Prada the Seamstress was Elrond the Investigator