Disclaimer: Tolkien wrote the original tales of Middle-earth.
They stumbled in darkness - ahead… a small fire’s brightness.
They’d been careful, approaching slowly… you never knew what creatures lurked. But the two the flames illuminated weren’t evil looking… rather… strangely, darkly beautiful. They nodded welcome when the men emerged from the woods.
The strangers said they’d eaten… a deer-carcase proved that. They welcomed the men to help themselves… soon juicy slices roasted over the fire.
Distant wolves howled piteously… Borlad shivered,
“They say shape-shifters and were-wolves roam these mountains.”
One stranger laughed, “No, were-wolves are long gone… But vampires… that’s another matter…”
…And he gave a terrible, feral smile.