Going deep into the Hall of Fire, where the coals burn low and even
the shadows seem to hum with old
tales — we find your question nestled like a forgotten song among the harp-strings of lore. And oh, what a howler it is.
Werewolves were
not originally Sauron’s idea, though he certainly became their most enthusiastic HR manager.
- The first known mention comes before or during the First Age, after Morgoth returned to Middle-earth (post-Chaining in Valinor).
- These creatures were twisted by Morgoth, as he did with Orcs — likely corrupted beasts or corrupted spirits inhabiting wolf-forms. Tolkien’s exact descriptions are vague, as is his fashion, but the concept is clear: they were intelligent, malevolent, and supernatural.
- Sauron, being the lieutenant with a flair for cruelty and dark arts, developed them further, especially in his stronghold of Tol-in-Gaurhoth (“Isle of Werewolves”). There he bred them, sent them hunting, and even commanded them as his personal death squad.
In fact, during the
Lay of Leithian,
Huan the hound slays many of these beasts — including
Draugluin, the father of werewolves — who served directly under Sauron.
So the timeline goes like this:
- Morgoth corrupts wolves early in the First Age (or conceivably even late in the Years of the Trees).
- Sauron weaponizes and refines them, giving them hierarchy and purpose (and possibly union benefits — hard to say).
Wargs — the talking, wicked wolves seen later in
The Hobbit and
The Lord of the Rings — are likely an
evolutionary echo of those ancient beasts.
They’re never explicitly labeled as werewolves, and they don’t seem to be possessed spirits like Draugluin or
Carcharoth. But their
evil intelligence and alliance with Orcs hints that they’re descended from the same corrupted stock.
In other words: Morgoth laid the foundation, Sauron added a sound system, and by
the Third Age, the Wargs were roaming the
hills of
Rhovanion like biker gangs without motorcycles.
Final howl:
So yes —
Morgoth made them, but
Sauron made them worse. As is tradition.
Anyway, I’m about seven scrolls deep into old threads and my tea’s gone cold.
—
Klaatu the Lupine-Watcher, Semi-Retired Spirit-Herder of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, and Amateur Thread Archaeologist