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Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Thorin listened to Gandalf, and he rose a slight eyebrow. "No, thanks to your Burglar." he muttered, as he spoke about him being in one piece. As he listened to Gandalf, wonder about the Trolls. He nodded in agreement and he walked a little futher away...before he indeed found a cave.

A few of the others followed him. "Eww...what's that stench?" one of the asked...wrinkling their noses. The troll cave, smelled...of rotting flesh, bones...and something else. There were lots of treasures down there...gold...swords, weapons. Anything you could imagine. Thorin saw a few swords perched up, in their sheaths. They were dusty and covered in cob-webs. As he examined them. "These are no swords, made by trolls." he said, as he looked them over.

Kili smiled at his god-mother. Before he smirked, proudly to himself. "Mother, always said I was reckless. But I do not think so." He said with a chuckle. He felt brave...and he had grown to like Bilbo. The hobbit amused him, he enjoyed teasing the little Hobbit. But he did think of him, as a friend...and one of them. Of course, he would save Bilbo. Plus, he was their Thief. They couldn't loose him. He was needed.

When everyone started to make for the cave. Kili felt Delva grab onto him and he let out a slight gasp...but smiled. Letting out a chuckle, when they were in the tree tops. "How beautiful." he admired the forest view, from afar with a smile.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

@HushedWhispers My character is done :)

Lady Amaranthea

Lady In Waiting

_{{ "When there's blood, war and feud. You must decide, which side you shall be on. Even if it's a hard decision. Be loyal." }}

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| Name |

Lady Amaranthea Ashwood of Abhainn.

| Nickname |

Amara or Thea.

| Age |

21 years old.

| Gender |

Female.

| Sexuality |

Heterosexual.

| Kingdom |

Abhainn.

| Alliance |

She's loyal to her future queen. The pair like best-friends, having been working for her, a long time.
But for the sake of the alliance, between the two Kingdoms. Amara is mutual. She shows respect and friendship towards The Kingdom of Sliabh.

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| In Depth Appearance |

Amara is a slender beauty. She stands tall, at 5'6". She's light, at 118lbs. With a pale, creamy complexion. Beautiful Raven hair, that falls in curls and ends at her waist. Her eyes are a beautiful green, in some shading it looks almost blue. She has a very soft, silky voice.

Amara is always, seen in the beautiful dresses that Abhainn has to offer. She has her own horse-riding suit, any time she wishes to go out riding. Her hair is always loose, in her perfect curls. Accompanied by some beautiful hair pieces. Very rarely, is her hair styled up. Amaranthea likes to wear her jewelry, and earnings. Always looking her best and elegant, whether it's for her future Queen, or an event at the Castle.

| Habits |

• Biting the inside of her cheek when nervous.
• Humming to self.
• Pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes, when concentrating.
• Plays with hands under the table.

| Hobbies |

• Dancing.
• Needlework.
• Art.
• Horseriding.
• Being in the Gardens.
• Playing her Violin.
• Reading.

| Likes |

• Animals and Nature.
• Music, Art and History.
• Dancing.
• Festival and Celebrations.
• Swimming.
• Picnic down by the Rivers and Lakes.

| Dislikes |

• War and Death.
• Dishonesty.
• Liars.
• Commoners being treated badly.
• Spiders.
• Animals and Nature, being mistreated.
• Her family, friends being mistreated.

| Fears |

• Loosing the rest of her family, in a war.
• Claustrophobia.
• Plagues and Death.
• Snakes.

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| Personality |

Amaranthea, is a gentle, loving, compassionate soul. Amara has shown kindness, to those below her...especially commoners. She believes, they should be treated better than some are. Even, if she can't do much to change how things are...she tries to help; if she can. The young Lady in waiting, hates anything to do with war, bloodshed, death and illnesses. As she never, wishes anyone any harm...she things those things, are a disaster. And would not wish, such fate upon anyone.

For a lady, of her status. She's intelligent. Reading, has been one of her hobbies since she could remember. It helps, educate the mind. As she always says. Some people, believe her to be a bit stubborn. If there is something, she believes in. Amara, will try her best, to let it be known. Without causing too much trouble, of course. She always goes about it, gentle...if her opinion is heard. But do not be fooled, she values the opinion of others and respects it. If she is wrong about something, she would admit it.

| Background |

Amara is the youngest daughter of Lord and Lady Ashwood. The Ashwood family, have been loyal to the Kingdom Abhainn for many decades. Her father was one of the King's best soldiers, until he died in the war. Leaving behind his wife, as a widow...and their 4 children. Her two elder brothers; Gideon and Mikael, and her sister Julietta. All 3 of her siblings, too work for the royal family in various positions around the castle. With the Ashwood family, being so close to the royals. She grew up along side the royals. The future queen of Abhainn, is one of her closest friends. She at times, considers her a sister...not just her mistress.

She has worked, for her since she was 15 years old. As one of her Ladies in Waiting. She knows her quite well,
and is very loyal to her. The pair, are almost always seen together. If the future queen is one with one of her other ladies. With the announcement, of the treaty and marriage. Amara is quite worried...hoping that her Mistress would find happiness. And that the war and blood-shed would be over.

But she quite happily, goes with her future Queen to Sliabh. Being her support, and council if her future queen needs any.

| Extra |

The Tudor Period.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

"Who's that?" "No Idea..." "Can we eat him too?" Were the last words, of each of the trolls, before they got turned into stone.

Bilbo blinked in surprise, and slight shock seeing the trolls turn into stone before his very eyes. They were safe from the trolls. Lucky, Gandalf had good timing. When he was free, he kicked the sack away from himself. Looking around, it seemed all of the Dwarves were in one piece.

Kili smiled softly, as he heard his god-mother. "He's one of us...couldn't let him, get eaten." he said. He was about to pick up his weapons, when Fili began to fuss over him. He huffed "Fili, please stop babying me." Kili looked a little annoyed.All the time, his elder brother had to baby him. "I think, I am old enough to take care of myself, Fil. I am fine." he reassured his brother.

Thorin made his way over to Gandalf, a little surprised to see him back. But also glad. "Where did you, go if I may ask?" he looked at the Wizard.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Once Bilbo had been captured. Kili yelled out "Bilbo!" he tried to run forward...but he got stopped by his people. As the trolls demanded, they dropped their arms. Kili huffed, throwing his sword down on the ground...the others tossed their weapons down as well.

In a few moments, Bilbo and the dwarves were tied in sacks...and the trolls were preparing a fire, so they could feast on them. "Why bother cooking him? Let's just sit on him....Squash him into Jelly." One of the trolls said, as he glanced back at Bilbo.

"They should be salted, and grilled...with a bit of cider." One troll said, as he began to turn the tied drawves over the fire. Bilbo made a slight face hearing them. As they debated on what to do...Bilbo yelled out "Wait!" he managed to hop up, in his sack. "You are making a terrible mistake."

"You can't reason with them." One dwarf yelled out to Bilbo.

"I mean...with the seasoning." Bilbo said, hopping over slightly.
"What, about the seasoning?" The troll asked, looking down at Bilbo. "Well...have you smelt them?" Bilbo asked, the trolls. "You gonna need something stronger than sage, before you plate this lot up."
"Traitor!" One dwarf yelled out...
"What do you know about cooking Dwarf?" The trolls asked, looking at Bilbo. Wondering, what he knew. Whilst the Dwarfs didn't seem to realize, that Bilbo was trying to help...buy some time, before Dawn. "Shut up and let the Flurglar-Burglar-Hobbit talk."

"I...I...the secret to cooking Dwarf is..." Bilbo was trying to come up with something. "You have to skin them first." The dwarves began to argue, shaking their head at Bilbo.
"What a load of rubbish! I've eaten plenty with their skins on...Scoff them down, boots and all!"One troll complained, whilst the third one grabbed the ginger-red haired one, about to pop him into his mouth like that. "He's right, nothing wrong with a raw dwarf!"

From the corner of his eyes, Bilbo noticed Gandalf."No...No...not that one. He's infected!" Bilbo gasped out.
"You what?" The troll asked
"I...he's got worms...in his tubes." Bilbo made a face. The trolls made a loud eww...and dropped the dwarf back down again. Kili groaned...as his fellow landed on him slightly. "In fact, they all have. They're all have parasites...it's a terrible business...I wouldn't risk it."

"We don't have Parasites!" Kili yelled at Bilbo "You have Parasites!"
Thorin was the only one quite among the squabble...before he realized, Bilbo was trying to help them. He kicked Kili hard, through his sack...shootting them a look. There was slight silent before they all began to yell
"I have Parasites."
"My parasites are as big as my arm."
"My parasites are the biggest...I have huge parasites." Kili added. Thorin just rolled his eyes to himself, hearing his nephew.

"What would you have us do then?" The troll walked over to Bilbo. "Let them all go?" he began poking Bilbo.
"Well..." Bilbo said, with a nod.
"You don't think, I know what you're up too? This little Ferret...is taking us for fools." The troll spoke looking at his fellows.
"Ferret?" Bilbo asked, huffing at the trolls.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Bilbo blinked, as he heard Fili. He took a little look around "Something big, uprooted these trees." he asked..The more further they went into the woods. "That was our thinking." Kili said, as he walked with Fili and Bilbo. "Quite Big and Possibly very Dangerous." He could hear crunching near by and he hid behind a large tree. Kili ducked down. "Trolls." he said, as he spotted a light near by...seeing the pair of them sitting there...and another one was carrying two more horses.

"He's got Myrtle and Minty." Bilbo said, after the troll had their backs to them...going towards their hoard. "We have to do something, it looks like they are planning on eating them." Bilbo looked at the two brothers.

"Stay, back." Kili told his god-mother. "We've got this." he said, seeing she had followed them. Leave it to men, and the little Burglar to save the day.

"Yes, you should." Kili said looking down at Bilbo, whom shot him a look. "It's perfectly easy...Mountain Trolls are idiots, you are small...they'll never see you." he told the Hobbit. "It's perfectly simple...we'll be right behind you." Kili ushered Bilbo more into the woods. Before Bilbo could say something else...or protest...the two Durin Heirs were gone..with their bowls of stew.

"Mutton Yesterday, Mutton today and if it doesn't look like Mutton again tomorrow." One of the Trolls grumbled...seeing his fellow carrying in two more horses.

"These aint sheep...these are west-naids." The leader troll, set down the two horses beside their companions.

Whining, one troll huffed "I don't like Horse. Never have, not enough fat on them."

"Achoooooooooo!" One troll suddenly sneezed, into the pot. "Well, that is fine that is! A floater." One troll said.
"Ooh...might improve the flavor." The third one said.
"Oohh..there's more where that came from." The troll who sneezed said. Meanwhile, little Bilbo had sneaked closer and closer, to where the horses were kept. The troll prepared to sneeze again. "Oh no you don't!" One grabbed him by the nose, squeezing it. The troll let out squeaky whines and groans. "Oowwwwww." Once he sat down, he blew his nose into a tissue...rather noisily.

Meanwhile, Bilbo had found his way to the horses...trying to untie them. But the ropes were done a little too tight. The trolls continue to argue...when Bilbo looked around, he spotted one of them had a sharp knife on him.
"How come he's the cook? Everything always tastes the same."
"It all tastes of chicken." Another complaint came.
"Expect the chicken...it tastes like fish."

As the horses started to whine...Bilbo kept shhing at them lightly..as he began to crawl towards the trolls. When he picked up a bone...he winced...setting it down again.
"Just needs a sprinkle of Squirrel Dung.." One troll said, grabbing at the air. Bilbo stopped...and ducked down slightly...the troll had missing him, by a few inches. As the trolls seemed to be busy arguing and then drinking the grog. Bilbo run up behind the one with the knife...trying to grab it with his hands. But made a face, as the troll stood up, scratching it's large butt.

"I need to snuffle something...I need flesh.."The troll grumbled...pressing Bilbo to his back, as he grabbed him, when he went to scratch his back...and when he sneezed...he sneezed right over Bilbo. He let out a gasp...the other two trolls let out a squeak.
"Ahhh...Blimey! Look...look what came out of my outter...it's got arms and legs...and everything!" Bilbo was wiggling in his large hand..
"What is it?" One asked
"I don't know...but I don't like the way it wiggles around." he threw Bilbo down onto the ground. Bilbo gasped, before he jumped to his feet.

"What are you? An over-sized Squirrel?" One of the trolls asked, looking down at Bilbo. Holding a bone in his hand.
"I am a Burglar."Bilbo blurted out "I mean, a Hobbit."
"A hobbit Burglar?"The Trolls looked down at the little man and each other. "Then we cook him." One suggested. All three started to grab at him, but Bilbo kept running out of their way...moving faster...than their large hands.

Finally one managed to grab him, holding Bilbo upside down. Bilbo gasped. "Are there, any more little fellows like you hiding somewhere where you shouldn't?" The troll asked
"No.." Bilbo lied. Shaking his head. But it seemed like the trolls picked up on the fact, that he was lying.
"I am not." Bilbo breathed.
"Hold his toes over the fire...make him squeal." One of the trolls suggested. Before something jumped out of the bushes...slashing at it's leg. The troll let out a squeak.

"Drop him!" Kili spoke, his sword in his hands. Slashing another leg of the troll. The troll squeaked moving about, trying to trample on Kili. "I said drop him!" He demanded, when the trolls wouldn't listen. Bilbo got finally tossed...landing on Kili, the pair ending a small heap on the ground.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

As Bilbo had learned more about the Wizards, he was quite surprised. When they finally found camp for the night, there had been a slight squabble between Thorin and Gandalf, about where to go. Gandalf had insisted, they go to Rivendell, so they could get some proper rest, food and help from Lord Elrond, with the map Thorin Varied. But the Dwarf Prince, was angry and declined that offer.

He did not want to go, where the elves were. That was a major no no for him. But little did he know, that their path will soon lead them there anyways.

As Kili watched the horses with his brother and their God-mother..he stared perplexed. Two were missing....Daisy being one of them. When Bilbo got handed the bowls of stew...he carefully carried the bowls over towards the woods...giving one to Saeril, before he walked over to the young Dwarfs...but stopped seeing their expressions. "What is it?" he asked

"We're supposed to be looking after the ponies." Kili breathed out...still staring in front of him, confused. Who could have taken the ponies?

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Kili watched her with a worried expression. He sighed slightly. He thought, Elves did not get tired so fast. But he tried not to question it. Let it go...there's no use, arguing. He told himself. "Good night." he said, as he laid down. Leaning his head against his arm...The young Dwarf dozed off.

In the distance, there was someone or something watching them. One of the Orcs, from earlier...had caught scent of Thorin Okaenshield and his company. "Send word to master, we have found the Dwarf Scum!" he commanded, to his fellow.

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After everyone was well rested, and feeling refreshed. They were on the move again. But the next day, it was raining rather heavily and everyone was soaked within moments.

"Gandalf...can't you do something, about this?" One dwarf complained.

Gandalf, looked back at the Dwarf. "It is raining, Master Dwarf. It will continue to rain, until the rain is done." he replied "If you wish to change the weather of the world, you must find yourself another Wizard."

"And are there any?" Bilbo asked curiously. "Other Wizards...I mean." he said, curious.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

@HushedWhispers
Ah sorry, just wanted to put what I got up so far...as I am off to bed soon. But I'll keep that in mind...

Thank you :) she's one of my faves.

"May the odds be ever in your favor..." [Wolf x Whispers]

@HushedWhispers It can be a bit stressful sometimes. But I do like old people, so it's nice :)

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

My character in Progress

Lady Amaranthea

Lady In Waiting

_{{ "When there's blood, war and feud. You must decide, which side you shall be on. Even if it's a hard decision. Be loyal." }}

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| Name |

Lady Amaranthea Ashwood of Abhainn.

| Nickname |

Amara or Thea.

| Age |

21 years old.

| Gender |

Female.

| Sexuality |

Heterosexual.

| Kingdom |

Abhainn.

| Alliance |

She's loyal to her future queen. The pair like best-friends, having been working for her, a long time.
But for the sake of the alliance, between the two Kingdoms. Amara is mutual. She shows respect and friendship towards The Kingdom of Sliabh.

---

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| In Depth Appearance |

Amara is a slender beauty. She stands tall, at 5'6". She's light, at 118lbs. With a pale, creamy complexion. Beautiful Raven hair, that falls in curls and ends at her waist. Her eyes are a beautiful green, in some shading it looks almost blue. She has a very soft, silky voice.

Amara is always, seen in the beautiful dresses that Shialb has to offer. She has her own horse-riding suit, any time she wishes to go out riding. Her hair is always loose, in her perfect curls. Accompanied by some beautiful hair pieces. Very rarely, is her hair styled up. Amaranthea likes to wear her jewelry, and earnings. Always looking her best and elegant, whether it's for her future Queen, or an event at the Castle.

| Habits |

• Biting the inside of her cheek when nervous.
• Humming to self.
• Pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes, when concentrating.
• Plays with hands under the table.

| Hobbies |

• Dancing.
• Needlework.
• Art.
• Horseriding.
• Being in the Gardens.
• Playing her Violin.
• Reading.

| Likes |

• Animals and Nature.
• Music, Art and History.
• Dancing.
• Festival and Celebrations.
• Swimming.
• Picnic down by the Rivers and Lakes.

| Dislikes |

• War and Death.
• Dishonesty.
• Liars.
• Commoners being treated badly.
• Spiders.
• Animals and Nature, being mistreated.
• Her family, friends being mistreated.

| Fears |

• Loosing the rest of her family, in a war.
• Claustrophobia.
• Plagues and Death.
• Snakes.

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| Personality |

Amaranthea, is a gentle, loving, compassionate soul. Amara has shown kindness, to those below her...especially commoners. She believes, they should be treated better than some are. Even, if she can't do much to change how things are...she tries to help; if she can. The young Lady in waiting, hates anything to do with war, bloodshed, death and illnesses. As she never, wishes anyone any harm...she things those things, are a disaster. And would not wish, such fate upon anyone.

For a lady, of her status. She's intelligent. Reading, has been one of her hobbies since she could remember. It helps, educate the mind. As she always says. Some people, believe her to be a bit stubborn. If there is something, she believes in. Amara, will try her best, to let it be known. Without causing too much trouble, of course. She always goes about it, gentle. But her opinion is heard.

| Background |

At least two to three paragraphs detailing your character’s history until the point they’re at now.

| Extra |

The Tudor Period.