My OCs are variations of me and my sister. THIS STARTS AT THE SECRET COUNSEL.
I will cut/expand/edit dialog to adapt it for the story.
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Lord Of The Rings: Retold.
3rd person P.O.V.
Elleanorí sat watching Rivendell's guests arrive. Her short dark hair swung in the breeze as she smiled atop her treetop perch. Her gaze followed Legolas GreenLeaf and Hannahlosa AshTree as they entered on horseback and she wished this meeting was under more pleasant circumstances, for seeing her friends was usually enjoyable.
She has short, ebony hair; olive skin and a slender profile. Her eyes are golden pupils and all that perfectly capture the sun at dusk. Her outfit consists only of a black bandanna round her eyes, Khaki green tunic, leggings and black leather belt and boots with her duel katanas strapped across her back, sais in her belt and a malachite pendent around her neck. She is a Natural Entatine, an entity of life. She has powers over nature and she can shape shift into any living creature at will and can utilise their senses in human form, moving swiftly and stealthily. She lives entirely as an explorer, never staying in one place for more than a month. She can speak any language like all Entatine beings. Entatine are (for the most part) rarely seen beings with only around 100 alive, scattered through the cosmos, all with different powers and most live in total seclusion. Her main weapons are her katanas and sais but she often uses nature itself. She often shifted to fight. Most of her friends call her Orí.
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Hannahlosa entered Rivendell with Legolas and glancing round she saw Elleanorí hanging of the highest boughs of a great oak surveying the area. The urgency and secrecy of the meeting put her on edge and she knew Legolas was feeling much the same.
She has long, wavy, chocolate hair and an elfish profile (tall and slim). Her eyes are the azure of the sky and they are often the only reveal to the emotions she feels. She dresses in identical attire to Legolas different only in colour for it was navy blue. Her right index finger bares a metal ring engraved in Elfish reading, "I FIGHT BECAUSE I HOPE FOR SOMETHING BETER." She is a woodland Elf and one of the bravest fighters in Middle-Earth with a name known to almost all who live. She honed the ability to heal with incantations and physical contact. She speaks Elfish; dwarfish and human (English) with the third as her most used tongue. Her main weapon is her bow and enchanted quiver of arrows that never runs out with an armoury of elfish knifes as backup. Her nickname is Hannah.
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The council started up and Elleanorí shifted into a butterfly with golden wings riddled with silver ribbons and fluttered around listening into the meeting her friends were attending unable to restrain the smile that crept onto her butterfly face when she watched the commotion. Hannahlosa sat watching the turmoil in utter boredom. She hadn't even stood up as the debates of who would take the ring started, everyone arguing like 4 year olds. There was simply no point. Then the hobbit stood up and she realised any attempt to maintain normality would be in vain.
"I will take the ring!" Uh, ok then.
"I will be your guide." Gandalf.
"You have my sword." Aragorn.
"And my bow." Legolas.
"And my axe." Gimli.
"You hold the fates of all of us little one." Boromir.
Hannahlosa stood, "You really think you'll get 5 miles without me?"
Three other hobbits suddenly ran out yelling that Frodo wouldn't be going anywhere without them and I smile. A lone butterfly flutters down its wings glinting in the setting sunlight as it lands on a nearby yet high branch catching only Hannahlosa's eye. It becomes Elleanorí as it lands and her golden eyes fix upon the fellowship as she jumps in front of them. Only she, Legolas and Aragorn seemed unfazed at her appearance.
"Any room for me on this quest, I my entire skillset."
Elrond pauses before nodding despite the confusion. The ring would be safest in these strong hands. He looks at the group standing there and a small smile slips onto his face. It consists of one valiant Ranger, one proud Knight, one courageous Dwarf, two dauntless Elves, four loyal Hobbits, one wise Wizard and one spirited Entatine. 11 heroes to save this world.
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The next morning they leave. Elleanorí watches the others prepare bags and weapons for themselves. She merely watched and packed none for as an Entatine she needed no sustenance or rest. She didn't eat or excrete and could only die if she was killed. Her weapons were often ill-perceived for they were mainly used by the assassins from the far south but she loved their reliability. Her golden eyes swept across the room taking in every fine detail her ears filtering out conversations and listening only to the water riding over the falls and leaves quivering in the wind and foreshadowing the hell they all knew was coming.
Gimli studied the team he now had to work with. He looked briefly at the knight, Boromir, and though he looked rather greedily towards the ring. Better keep an eye on him around Frodo. Then there were the hobbits, Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry, who would need to be taught more fighting and he wanted to keep them safe despite having only just met them. The ranger, Aragorn, was brave and wouldn't need help. He was completely self-sufficient. The male Elf, Legolas, he had already decided, was not someone he was going to become friends. However like all from Mirkwood, the prince could hold his own. Gandalf was still just Gandalf. The female Elf, Hannahlosa, was well known and if she was half as good as rumours said she would be fine. She swept around with the air of Mirkwood and as a well-trained soldier who would follow without hesitation. The final girl, Elleanorí, seemed to be an assassin. She stood there without packing anything in simple clothes, assassin's weapons and instead watched the others. He would like to know more about her.
Later that day they set out…