
The Hobbit wrote:Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,at break of day.
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.


The Hobbit wrote:Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,at break of day.
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.

Wandering Wolf wrote:Trubute Form:
Full Name: Alena Noel Hunter
Age: 14
District: 11
Looks: Alena ,or just Lena, is small and lithe. She has super short dark brown hair and shocking green eyes. She is very pale and has scars all over her, including one long one running diagonally down her left cheek.
Personality: She is very harsh with her words and is often very rude, but underneath all of that she is actually very sweet. She isn't opposed to killing but doesn't like it either. She mainly keeps to herself because most people are scared off by her scars.
Skills: She is surprisingly good with hand-to-hand combat and is very good with throwing daggers. She hates bows, she believes they are a cowards weapon. She feels the same about guns.
Faults: She is absolutely terrified of fire and barbed wire. Sometimes she passes out for no reason. She doesn't trust people at all.
Family: Just her dad.
History: Her mother tried to run away from district 11 into the wild when she was five. Lena tried to follow her but she fell into a tangle of barbed wire and ended up with scars. Her mother never came back.
Other: N/A
The Hobbit wrote:Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,at break of day.
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The Hobbit wrote:Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,at break of day.
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.

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