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The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Middle Earth

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a part of The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung, by Raidose.

With the reach of the Dark Lord extending, Middle Earth's fate hinges upon it's heroes. Heroes such as you.

Raidose holds sovereignty over Middle Earth, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/the_lord_of_the_rings

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Home of countless mysteries and majesties, horrors and beauties. Middle Earth, or in Sindarin Endor, is the name used for the habitable parts of Arda after the final ruin of Beleriand, and is east across the Belegaer from Aman. It is north of the Hither Lands shown in the Ambarkanta and west of the East Sea; and throughout the First and Second Ages it went through many colossal geographical changes, caused by Iluvatar.
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Middle Earth

With the reach of the Dark Lord extending, Middle Earth's fate hinges upon it's heroes. Heroes such as you.

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Middle Earth is a part of The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung.

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Kavrala Shalandalan [30] "When all is lost and you want to end it all, find your reason to keep on living."
Valinor Casllion [30] "There are worse fates than a simple death, Man of Gondor. Hold your ground and die by the enemies blades, or die by mine."
Bernadette Winterborn [26] Hell hath no fury...
Amaranth Brandybuck [25] "With my song, I will lift their spirits!"
Gavin Shatter Stone [25] Speak your piece.. or move.
Harathir the Corsair [9] "Hear that? That is the sound of your death approaching."

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When Bern walked over to Amaranth, the little hobbit couldn't help but to wonder what was going on. Had she done something wrong? She watched as the tall woman picked up the things that had been taken out of her bag so that she could carry it better. She began to protest, however she didn't really know what to say. When she finally thought of something, the woman winked at her and spoke of repaying the debt with legendary hobbit cooking. Amaranth tried to hide the surprise from her face, and she managed to contain the fear. It was no secret through Hobbiton that Amaranth was not blessed with the ability to cook, however she had managed to learn a few things. Mentally she sighed before smiling and nodding to Bern. "Yes ma'am." She replied before pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind for another time.


It wasn't long before they started on their journey. Amaranth couldn't say she was excited to travel through troll filled woods, however she was excited to be seeing so much of the area. She had so many stories of the world, it was nice to finally be able to see some of it for herself. However, her still rather large bag (at least for a hobbit) had become more of a problem than she anticipated.
The scenery was fascinating all the same. The amber and gold leaves that clung to the trees desperately, before a small breeze killed all their attempts to hang out was somewhat daunting at the time. She too, was clinging to something that seemed futile. Thoughts like this were pushed to the back of her mind though, and she continued to travel with her companions as fast as her hobbit legs would allow.

They came to a small brook, which she admired from the back of the group, that is, until all peace was disrupted by Valinor's steel boots. She nearly glared at the Wraith at his action, but she kept her mouth closed. When he began to speak, the group slowed down a bit; which she was thankful for. This gave her time to catch up to the group, as she had fallen a few feet behind in the last few miles.
She stood at the back of the company, slightly huffing and out of breath, as Valinor spun on his heel to face everyone.
"So what will it be? Should we brave the night into the dark woods? Or make good our fortifications here till first light? I doubt either will be free of unexpected guests. Last tale I heard from the living, there's been a long-standing skirmish with the Hillmen and Goblin chiefs for these lands."
The hobbit's green eyes widened in fright at the thought of venturing down such a dangerous path at such a horrid hour for adventure. Despite this, she didn't want to be the first to speak. The thought of being weak was ever in her mind, and she did not want to assure her companions of it if she could help doing so.

"I believe we should push on.. higher ground would suit best and I don't like the idea of bedding under a tree full of green skins. If I'm gonna have something over ma head it should be the sky, a roof, or stone.. and not preferably in that order."
Amaranth silently cursed the dwarf for his thoughts, even if it was a good point. Her short legs ached fiercely already and she felt as if she were to collapse at any time! Hobbits were not naturally made for such journeys and her body was surely making her aware of the fact. 'Higher ground usually means climbing....' she cried mentally before a small sigh escaped her lips. Just with the thought of climbing with the huge bag made her body protest and ach even more.

'I shall not give in.... I mustn't protest....' She told herself before taking in a deep breath. 'For Frodo and the others, I must carry on.' As if the simple thought of helping her childhood friend held some sort of power, she suddenly felt the will to carry on as far as needed. Of course, her muscles still burned from being overused, but she felt strength.
"I too think we should find higher ground." The word were out of her mouth before she had even realized what she just said. Despite the fact her body wanted to take the words back and replace them with some argument, her spirit won the battle and she had placed her vote of carrying on.

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Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion
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As Rala stalked through the forest, with no sounds coming from her, she noticed that the safety of the evlen forest was being left behind and that their path had taken them to a far more dangerous wood. She was walking behind Valinor, something that she was not too happy of, but she had a feeling that that is where she would be needed most.

The whole way Rala forced herself to not say a word for she knew if she opened her mouth something unkind would come out towards the wraith. She was annoyed by his low mutters that the evlen rangers who shot him should become a troll's dinner. Though she was not on the best of terms with the other elves, they were still her kin and so she felt so inclined to stand up for them as they were not there themselves to do so. But she also knew that her presence was already putting half the group on edge and she did not need to go making matters worse by standing up for her kind. Though if this was how it was going to be throughout their entirety of their travels then she knew that things would be come very nasty in the group and they may fall apart.

When Valinor stopped it was at the edge of the forest they had been travelling all day in and one that held much darker dangers than they had seen that day. He proposed the question of whether they should continue through the night or set up where they stood. The dwarf, apparently having found an ally with the wraith, agreed with Valinor that they should continue, and surprisingly so the hobbit agreed as well. Though just by looking at her Rala could tell that small Amaranth was starting to get well beyond her limit.

"If we're going to continue forward to find higher ground I should say that we only continue on till the moon is at it's peek and wherever we are by then find a temporary safe haven close to there as possible. We don't want to be searching and moving all night or else our energy may be misplaced by tomorrow," Kavrala answered. She knew that both the dwarf and wraith would be the ones to raise grief with her answer, but she also knew that it would't be because it was a bad idea, but rather it was an coming from an elf. She only hoped that Bernadette and Amaranth would side with her so that she would at least have the majority with her. Though even then she was unsure of what they might say. Amaranth seemed friendly with everyone which was good because their maybe need for a peacekeeper in the near future, while Bernadette; Kavrala was completely unsure. While the rough woman did not seem to have any obvious reason to dislike the elf, she did not seem so inclined as to raise dispute with the dwarf and wraith either. It was up in the air, now, of what they would end up doing that night.

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Bernadette wasn't all that far ahead of the short-legged hobbit; the woman preferred a lazy, plodding pace that might come close to infuriating her more travel-accustomed companions. But no amount of subtle huffing or grumbling would stir her from her chosen stroll.

She enjoyed the sights on the journey, but as the sun began to settle, she cant help but poke fun at poor Valinor with a rumbling chuckle, "Braggin ya kept that armor in one piece because ya avoided combat up till now is like braggin ya never lost a game a chance by not playin' em." It's entirely likely she simply didn't understand that the armor was linked to Valinor's very existence on this plane, because there's no malice in her tone.

"Goblins see by night a fair stretch better'n everyone else here... Ghost excluded cause f' all I know you see clear to Mordor... Point is; we don't need to be stumbling about under the moon hopin' there's suitable shelter while any Greenskins nearby wait for th' right time, when we can set up soon and have more time t' set a defense and a watch. You'll have ta get comfortable with th' idea of the sky sooner or later, Gavin."

The highland woman had said her piece, but didn't intend to argue if the others insisted on pushing forward. She took the short rest they were taking now to approach the stream and sit on a stone at its bank just upstream from Valinor, cooling her heels and refilling a waterskin in the clear trickle.

They'd left the relative safety of Elven lands, but Bern had never relied on them for her safety before. It did, however, mark the farthest from her mountains she'd ever ventured. Every step was something new and stirring, with the promise of more to come. The danger ahead excited the beat of her heart and made her every sense keener. She found herself smiling at the anticipation of goblin blood spilled, and only Orc blood might make her happier.

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Amaranth gazed at Rala as she spoke and silently thanked the woman for her intelligence. Amaranth had not thought of such an idea, though that is exactly what she had hoped for when she agreed to continue. It was a marvelous idea and the small hobbit's face lite up with its normal brightness once more. Before she was able to announce her changed vote, Bernadette spoke and voiced her own opinion.

"We don't need to be stumbling about under the moon hopin' there's suitable shelter while any Greenskins nearby wait for th' right time, when we can set up soon and have more time t' set a defense and a watch.

The girl's smile faded as she was at odds with her decision. Karala had a good point, however Bernadette had a better one. The thought of horrid goblins watching them and attacking sent goosebumps across her skin and chills down her spine. Despite the fact they were a bit smaller than Orcs, they had many advances that the Orcs did not have, which to her, made them worse. Small deformed green creatures crawling, steeling, and killing them in the night while they recharged their exhausted energy did not sound appealing.

Amaranth's eyes moved to Bernadette, who had moved to the bank of a small creek. She slowly made her way over to the woman and set her bag down gently on the dry land. The thought of resting her short legs and aching feet was tempting. However, that had not been her purpose of moving closer to the other red head. With a sigh, she looked back to the others and decided she would give her thoughts to the group.
"I agree with Bernadette. Not all are used to such a journey and tis the first day. And goblin's know the area better than we. A defense and guard is the best idea. Even if we venture a bit further, soon we should make camp." She paused and pointed at the stream where Bern was. "We 'ave water here. This would be a good place." Again she paused, though this time her eyes hardened and she gazed at Valinor. "Being as you don't sleep, you should take first shift." She stated in a voice that expressed that she was not backing down on her idea if he got cross with her.

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The thought of dwarven hands crafting Arnorian regalia did set Valinor at unease, though in truth Gavin's words held weight. The decision was losing alternatives, and wondering Middle Earth as a hapless spirit with no path nor redemption was not a tempting option. Though these thoughts were severed by the sharpened sting of Bernadette's retort. While the list was long in ways to earn Valinor's ire, none did this as swiftly as an accusation of cowardice. Though it may or may not have been such, this is how the wraith viewed it. Though before he could summon the appropriate amount of bile in his words, his eyes caught something.... out of place amongst their gathering.

Another spirit, a guardsmen of some militia of the Free People, who limped and trudged blindly on some wayward path, leaving no clue to his presence amongst the living save for a sudden chill. With eyes darkened with fear, sundered chainmail stained with his own blood, and hand still clasped absentmindedly to the severed stump of his shield arm, this haunting form drew Valinor's gaze. In low, maddened, and somewhat nonsensical whispers he rambled on. "They.... they came.... in the night they..... came..... in the.... they...." His demented words were unsettling, sending an eerie chill through Valinor. "Who?" he ushered back in a tone no living thing could hear, though received no reply save for more rambling. "Who? Who came?! Speak sense, damn you!" Valinor's sudden bark finally broke the dead man's trance, as he turned to look upon with wraith with dark, sorrowful eyes. "On.... on horses they came.... they... took them..... slew them with cold blades..... the blackness.... shrouded in blackness..... and fear.... fell kind......"

The lost soul's eyes hardened as through grit teeth he added "your kind......!" in hissing revilement. The ghost drew it's blade with a hollow roar, dark promise of vengeance gleamed in his burning eyes. Valinor took an abrupt step back, letting show the steel of his sword from it's sheath. As soon as the angered revenant laid eyes upon the dark metal, it let loose a screech of agony and panic, fleeing into the abyss of the veil. Valinor knew well the stories of the revered blades of lost Numenor. Whether or not they were truly forged from sacred starlight, he cared not. He knew the tales of them cutting ethereal flesh to be as true as the curses of the dead. Ironic, he often thought, that he would carry and care for one of the few things that could banish him to the Void. Though these thoughts were not his now; too urgent those that concerned the warnings of the fallen soldier.

Still caring little for the scene he had just made for his living compatriots, he looked to the sky and beheld not the figure of Durhnoram. These woods were thick, and as such the Eagle would often disappear to survey the path ahead. Though Valinor still saw the great fowl's company as irksome at best, he now found himself denied the small comfort found in that large, overcasting shadow. "...... My agreeance goes to the elf and human. It is wiser to spend our time making ready what we have rather than waste our time seeking something may not even exist to be found." Try as he might, Valinor found himself hard pressed to hide the hints of worry in his voice. He knew all the old tales. Of Dark Riders in the night. Of cursed, fell beings whom stalked the land. Of Kings, of whom Valinor, in his youth, once swore to serve. They were Kings no more, now only puppets and pawns of the Great Enemy. Valinor knew not how long that soldier had died, nor how long his soul trekked, but it mattered not. For even if those fallen kings of old had come and gone long before his company had arrived, Valinor knew all too well that terrible things always followed in their wake.

"If we have the option, we should seek good ground. I've lost all doubts of us being alone this night....."

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Ghttp://www.roleplaygateway.com/include ... ld.gifavin swings his pack around to the next shoulder as he looks out into the darkness to see what Valinor could be reacting to.

But his eyes pick up little then a faint waver of light as it seems nothing could pass by as all.

However he can understand what the others mean, other then the fact that he wished to actually have a nice nights rest for once of what had seemed to be a month. Gavin pulls his weapon from his back and grips the pommel letting it swing to his side as he looked ahead. "There could be a rise further down the trail then, at least we can have high ground to fight from and maybe and nook to have a fire as well."

He begins to walk on ahead, spreading the dead leafs of the trail as he went upon his way.

Knowing full well that something could be watching from the corners of the trees or from the bushes nearby. But he was confident in his abilities and he knew full well that his companions would not be so easily taken by surprise also.

"Either way, we are not going to have a dull night no matter how much we try to avoid the inevitable."

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Bernadette's head snaps up, and she stands ankle-deep in cold water as Valinor.. has a fit. She cant see what the wraith is reacting to, and she fixes him with an odd, considering stare as he settles down and speaks as if nothing at all had happened. That one was an odd one in more ways than Bern was comfortable with. That the Gray Wizard trusted him was only going to get him so far if he kept up such antics. After all, he'd already betrayed the country he'd been sworn to once. What loyalty did he really have to a bunch of misfits who were only slowing him down?

Stirred from her grim musings by Gavin's insistence - at least - that they find higher ground, Bernadette concedes that point with a nod, scooping her pack up again, "Welp! Let's get to it then, affore the sun makes our decision for us."

And with that, she saunters on down the path, -through- the space where the fallen soldier who attacked Valinor so recently stood, blissfully oblivious but for a shiver and a shrug.

After a bit of a stroll, as the sun dropped lower and shot crimson streaks into the sky, I imagine that the group finds a bit of ground that they can all agree on. A grassy knoll that jutted up and sported a bit of a clearing - free from trees at its crown because they'd been crowded out by a great oak that had recently lost its battle with lightning. It mean there were precious few branches over their heads - and none with leaves; robbing any potential ambushers of a high road to take over their heads.

Signaling she intended to make her stand for the night -here-, Bernadette drops her pack and her spear at the black tree's trunk. Attempting to get her to move any further would be an exercise in futility. The highland woman reaches up and, with a show of strength considerable even in spite of her already large frame, pulls down a dead branch with a grunt and the snap of the giving wood. Breaking it again over her knee, she stacks it near a group of stones, intending to start a fire.

Poor Amaranth might be the only member of the group that seems outwardly worried about the distinct possibility of attack sometime in the dark hours. The other veteran fighters might be just as nonplussed as Bernadette as she gathers more wood in a similar fashion before sitting with her back against the great tree, fishing in her bag around the hobbit-things for her own travel foods.

"So!" She announces cheerily into the brooding silence of the twilight woods, "We all know what the ghost did for his living while he still had it... Gavin!" She gives a wink to the dwarf, "What skills aside a' dealing death did you call your own before all this madness? And you, hobbit! Damned if I could think of someone odder for this walk. Y' aren't a dragon in disguise or somesuch?" Her toothy smile beams across the would-be firepit at her erstwhile traveling companions.

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As they began their walk to find a better place for the night, Rala felt a familiar chill at one particular spot. It could only be one thing, a restless and trapped spirit. She let the others get ahead of her slightly as she took up a leaf, whispered a soft elven prayer to it before setting it on the ground where she felt the chill. It was a small tradition for her, one that she believe kept her how her mother had raised her. Nothing terribly special about this little act, but it was one that she would never give up. She believed that a leaf alone could carry a soul from this world to the one it was supposed to be in and she would preform this to anyone, even those who had attacked her.

When she looked up, the others were pretty far ahead of her, but being an elf it was no trouble catching up with them again. She stayed in pace with the hobbit this time, much slower than she was used to, but she felt that everyone had something to teach one another and that possibly Amaranth's was to teach others how to slow down and enjoy oneself. So that's what the elf did. With the slower pace, Rala could watch the trees, notice how the light was blocked by the leaves above like small green stars; how the breeze felt on her skin cooling her for just a moment. She could hear the small woodland critters as they scurried about gathering food and supplies for the night. Though the forest they were walking in was more dangerous than before, it was still a beautiful and wild place to entrap ones attentions.

The day got darker and by night they had found a spot that, in Kavrala's eyes, they could all possibly agree upon. Of course, Bernadette wasn't giving anyone a choice to carry on as she started to pull branches from the dead oak to make a fire. Rala set her bag on the ground and started gathering stones to circle the fire and start it with as well. When everything was set, Bernadette started the evening's conversation, or trying to at least. It seemed back stories was the theme tonight, which was just as well that the woman hadn't called Rala out. She never liked sharing her past and it always seemed to sour the mood or cause sarcastic remarks that it wasn't that bad. Though Kavrala knew that if things got to dark in their conversation or a lull became too long she could break it with a story. A small smile played on her lips as she thought of all the stories she had collected over the years. Some were from expert travelers and story tellers, others were from parents trying to put their children to sleep, but her favorite were from the children themselves. They were always so full of hope and magic that anyone could be wrapped up in them quickly, even if they didn't hold a ton of originality or depth to them.

And so the elf waited. Waited for the stories to start so that she could add more to her collection. This was the part about adventures that she always loved the most. Strangers sitting around a fire together, all trying to keep warm and comforted. Then the stories are traded back and forth as people share their experiences as if they were all old friends getting antiquated with one another after years of separation. These stories would make one laugh, or cry, and some even got people to dance around the fire in a festival form of celebration.

Her eyes lifted to the dwarf in almost earnest expectancy, her ears focusing to pick up every syllable that the dwarf might say, and her chin resting on her knees almost like children do while they wait.

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Gavin walked up the small rise with the others, it was a decent enough place if he had to choose. It may have well been the only place valid enough to count as defensible or safe. He let his pack hit the ground not far from the tree as he took a knee and gave the area a once over himself. The woman Bernadette was by far the most spirited of the group to say the least and that thought caused a dry smile to arch the side of his lips.
Frankly because he thought of Valinor in that same regard, though his sense of spirited may be off somewhat.

He began rummaging though his own pack and found some soft bread, the method used during mining to keep it fresh after long hours works very well above ground it seemed. A cooked haunch followed, from a bore it must have come as any larger and it would not have fit in the tight confines of the bags confines.

A chisel small and clean fell from the edge of the bags lip, landing with a clattering noise on a small patch of rocks. He leans and picks the chisel up only to place it back in his bag. The area around them would not allow for such an activity or simply the time. The group would be on the move for the next few days as it would seem and he would need to wait.
It was that time however that Bernadette words began to reach him, causing him to look back at her wink sternly. The action made him chuckle slightly and though it may have been out of character he knew that it was just her way now. A woman like her was more accustomed to being herself no matter the occasion, or place for that matter. He merely synched the top of his bag back up and sat down next to it.

"I was a mason.. years ago." He answered.

"Then a smith.. and then a warrior." Setting the food on his sack he leaned it to the pile of wood and began to arrange it. Stacking and placing limbs so it would burn nicely even though the shade would not have need of warmth, the others would need that comfort. His hands dug into a pocket off the side of his pack and he pulled out a small strange stone, along with a sheet of tender. Already knowing that finding something dry and dead enough to burn would be a chore in of itself.

He places the tinder down under the edge of the stacked branches, gathering what few dead leafs he could find and then placed the stone down next to it. It was a wide flat piece of flint and the strange look to it was because of a missing side that he pulled out a thin strip of metal and began to run it along the flint showering sparks on the tender.

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Amaranth stared at Valinor for a moment and noticed his attention was on something else. She followed his gaze but didn't see anything. He looked very focused on whatever it was that he was, so she decided to drop her near demand for the moment. Despite not being able to see whatever had the wraith's attention, she had an odd feeling and a chill went down her spine. Shrugging the feeling off as much as she could, she moved to place most the weight on one leg before she gazed at each of the others.
Gavin pulled out his weapon and swung it a bit before looking at a trail in front of them. Before he spoke, Amaranth could tell he wanted to push on. As he spoke of fighting on higher ground and a nook, she looked to Rala and Bern to see their reaction.

Bernadette seemed to agree with the dwarf, for she grabbed her things and started following after him. Though Amaranth still didn't think it was a good idea to push on through the night, she hoped that they would have enough sense to find a place of rest, and soon.

The sun slowly died as they continued their travels, but the hobbit decided to go her own pace and try to relax a little. It was the time of day when she normally had to work the most in the Dancing Pony, but tonight, it was hers to enjoy. A gentle breeze made the trip more bearable, as did the moons appearance when the sun had vanished. Despite not worrying about being behind the others, she was grateful that Rala had decided to walk at her pace. With such long legs, she knew that is must feel odd for the elf, which made her wonder why the woman had slowed down. Never the less, she did not question the elf. She had heard of them being wise, which meant that the woman had her own reasons for doing so.

Luckily, it wasn't long before Bernadette found a clearing and set her bag down, along with her spear. Amaranth gave a long sigh of relief as she set her bag down on the other side of Bernadette. The weight off her shoulders was a relief, however they still ached as if the weight of the bag remained on them. Her eyes slowly moved to the dead tree Bern had picked, but she ignored it. She was too tired to wonder why it was in such a horrible condition.

While Bern used her strength to brake off branches from the dead tree, Amaranth looked around for some already on the ground. She knew she didn't really have the strength of the others, so she improvised. Not taking more than a few steps in each direction of the tree, the hobbit managed to find a few dead limbs, which she gathered and tossed on top of the pile Bern had made.

Moving back to her bag, she opened it and pulled out an apple. It looked very large in the hobbit's hands, though it was a standard sized apple. She sighed, as if she didn't even have the energy to eat. However, she took a bite and was mesmerized by the taste. There was nothing special about the apple, and she had eaten plenty of her share in the Shire. However, due to her long journey and the day that was now coming to an end, the apple was something special for her taste buds.

Her eyes moved to Bernadette, as she attempted to make conversation with the group. The hobbit finished her apple quickly, while listening to Gavin speak of what he used to be. Once he was done, it seemed there was only silence to speak to them. So, Amaranth decided it was her turn, since Bernadette had asked her as well as the others.

"I ain't ever seen a dragon, so I don't think I can be one." She snickered before stretching a little bit before leaning back against the dead tree.
"I am but a simple hobbit; child from the Shire." She paused for a second and thought of why she might have been asked to accompany them, but she herself was still unsure. Instead, she decided to speak of the old days- the days she missed dearly.
"In the Shire, I knew Mr. Bilbo and Mr. Frodo. Growin up, I listened to stories of adventures and travels. No farm life would do for meh. I learned music, and was good at it. Mr. Bilbo told me about bards he had met and I became one. Not sure why I was asked to join ya'll, but Mr. Gandalf asked me to help out Frodo. We ain't blood, but he's meh family." She paused, her face full of sorrow that she felt for the man she knew. Her mind drifted to wonder how he was doing, while praying for his safety.

She suddenly realized she had been quiet for a few too many minutes and forced a large smile at the others. "Either way, I'm here to stay. T'is hobbit ain't giving up." She stated proudly, her smile becoming genuine.

To continue conversation, since it let her get to know everyone, she looked to Bern. "How about you, Miss Bernadette? Why'd you come along on this journey?"

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