The Fellowship of the Ring Werewolf

[Laura the Lace Mistress]

In the deep hush of night, when shadows gathered thickest, a fateful weakness assailed the ringbearer Frodo. Drawn by the perilous lustre of the One Ring, he yielded to its ancient, insidious call, and upon his finger, the golden menace slid.

Instantly, from the high towers of Barad-dûr, a dreadful alarm was struck! The Eye, sleepless and terrible, pierced the enfolding darkness, a searing beam of malice that crossed leagues in a blink. The very air shivered with the knowledge of the Ring’s presence, and the remaining forces of evil were roused to a heightened fury.

Yet, by some grace of fate, the exact location of the ringbearer remained veiled, a pinpoint of light shimmering maddeningly beyond their true grasp. Frustrated, the enemy could not precisely seize its prize. Instead, the wrathful will of Mordor lashed out, a sweeping, blind blow of pure malice directed at the suspected region. And there, amongst the innocent and the unwary, was struck down one known by the humble name of Maeve the Madam, who perished instantly, a tragic, unintended sacrifice to the eternal War.

The forces of evil are now more keenly attuned to the call and power of the ring, and desperately seek its call again, that their vision may, perchance, improve

Maeve the Madam was Merry Brandybuck, The Whisperer, Hobbit of The Shire

As the darkness of night enveloped the land, a creature both good and foul, twisted and torn by a desperate need, consumed by the lust to possess the One Ring once again hunted its precious

And yet, as the creature prowled the outskirts of the village, hidden in the shadow of a knotted oak, he beheld a sight that pierced the darkness of his soul. He saw the villagers gathered in the common-house, their laughter cutting through the shadows, and watched them in their togetherness. In that brief, unguarded moment, the better part, the gentle Smeagol of old, rose up within him like a mist at dawn. A deep, forgotten longing stirred in his heart, and he was filled with a terrible, sweet ache for their warmth and their kinship, wishing with all his being that he might shed the chains of his wretchedness and join them.

Unbeknownst to the pitiful wreck, though, the servants of Sauron were approaching the village with dark intent in their darker souls. They sought to spill the blood of a villager but, upon stumbling across the deformed creature that may once have been Hobbit, they did not hesitate to strike him down, viciously attacking until his strangled cries subsided. Knowing the deathly screams would have alerted the village, they retreated, biding their time until they attacked again

The forces of darkness have killed Wendy the Wench, she was Smeagol, she was Gollum, both forces fighting for control each day, with nought but chance deciding.

Gollum was the serial killer.
Smeagol longed to be village.

Emboldened by the fortune of yesterday, the forces of evil went out into the night, seeking to further strengthen their hand. Knowing few remained who could bear the responsibility of the One Ring, they sought a Hobbit, should one be unguarded in the darkness.

Perchance, as they approached the village, their evil gazes fell upon a Halfling sat crying alone, weeping for the loss of his closet friend. As they approached, he heard a sound and looked up in unfounded hope, calling out "Frodo, is that you?" but his hope was extinguished as fast as his life, the servants of Sauron cascading upon him with a fury.

Pat the Baker is dead. He was Samwise Gamgee, Hobbit of the Shire

All munches have had close ties to the ring. I don’t believe it’s a coincidence.

Is the this the post you mean? The one where you're trying to stop the ring being used?