Miriath Banba

Name: Miriath Banba (was Miriath Took) Age: 17 Sex: Female

Physical Description: Is 3 feet on the dot, with shoulder length blonde hair. She has piercing blue eyes that are the color of a beautiful southern ocean. She is athletically built as she is very athletic.

Father: My father was Bargarious Took, an honourable Hobbit. Though he often was frowned upon for doing peculiar things, he once built a boat and rowed down the River Brandywine to the Sea. This took him several months, as when he reached the sea he left his boat and returned home on foot. He was athletically built, and had sea gray eyes. He loved riding horses, walking, and visiting other countries.

Mother: My mother was Primrose Brandybuck, a fine maiden, she met my father when they were both tweens and took to marriage some years later. She loved my father’s adventurous nature, though she often found herself alone in their hole by herself when he was wandering the wild.

Character’s Nature: I am a fun loving Hobbit, who is, in nature, very relevant to Pippin. I love having fun and often times end up either tripping over something, breaking it, or causing a rather large mess. I can also be very intelligent and caring, if the occasion calls for it. I will take revenge if anyone ever hurts any of my friends.

Traits: Generous and a good heart. I often can’t say no to anyone! I am very fair and will consult both sides of the matter before making a decision. I also can be extremely stubborn.

History: I was born in a small hole in Hobbiton sometime in October to my parents. I was born a Took with an adventurous nature, even at small ages I was getting myself into trouble. There was this one time that I swiped an apple from a vendour in the market square and blamed it on my friend. I also loved to explore, I knew every nook and cranny in our hole and surrounding yard. I had a good few first years of my life; I was enrolled in the Academy, where I was receiving proper education. I had many good friends, who I would spend afternoons with wandering around the Shire. I had one brother, a twin, who mirrored my appearance. Except he had brown eyes and I had blue. We got a long fairly well, and as we grew both ended up getting ourselves in tons of trouble. Once, when visiting family in Buckland, we sneaked into the Old Forest and got lost, it was a miracle that a Sheriff discovered us, hiding and frightened and scared. When I was 7, still young, my parents took me and my brother on a trip to visit family in Bree. We were ambushed by a rouge pack of wolves; both of my parents were killed. My brother was fatally injured and threw himself on top of me. I escaped unscathed, though now we were lost beyond the borders of the Shire, alone. The Road we traveled on was barely used and for three days and nights we sat alone in the cold. My brother was sporting a horrible cut across his chest, and was barely surviving. I was scared, more scared than I have ever been before in my life. Eventually on the third day a ranger, Imbealkar, passing on his way South, spotted the two of us huddled together in the bushes. He took us under his wing, and brought us to many places far in the West. We visited the Blue Mountains and spent time with the Dwarves, we visited the Grey Havens. We never passed East of the Misty Mountains. Eventually Imbealkar could not manage a now 10 year old girl and boy and took us to a family in the White Council. This is where I met my adopted sister, Ress, or Ressina Dulgion. Her wizarding family took the both of us in, though I never felt content in the White Council. I found myself being looked upon with great interest and often fright for being so small. I felt like a small fish drowning in a way too large ocean. Eventually my brother and I, now 11, packed up and moved to Gondor. It was in the White City where I found the true meaning happiness. For in the White Council I found life hard, depressing, Ress was a great sister, though her parents seemed wary of now having two more kids under their care.

I became a ranger in training for Gondor’s army. I excelled through the excellent skills; I was becoming a prominent member of the city. I met many friends in the pubs, chatted with the Queen and King, and was part of the Minas Tirith Playhouse and was practicing for a part in the play. Then disaster struck. My brother had been training excessively for a high position in the Rangers; he had succeeded. Even at such the young age of 15, and was leading a group of men through the Woods of Ithilien. They were ambushed, and all the men were killed. There was no body of my brother; all that was recovered was his sword, stained with Orc blood. I remember that day, he had been scheduled to return the previous night, though when he failed to show up I didn’t worry, often times there was foul weather. Though a group of Scouts came riding into the city, and thinking that my brother was one I went down from our home in the fifth level to the first. I remember walking down, amongst several others. The leader dismounted his chestnut coloured horse and walked over towards me. His face was grim as he presented me with my brother’s blade. I stood there, petrified, my mouth forming the word, "no." And I took his sword, his sword that he had taken from the body of my father. I turned and ran through the crowd. I sat in my house that night crying and grasping the sword in my hands. I don’t remember ever being so unhappy and fresh pain for my mother and father was renewed. I was alone now. It took weeks for me to learn the real story where the horror was revealed, the rangers were certain that he had been captured by the Orcs. I pushed them to do something, as I now held a rank in the rangers, though I got pushed down. For so long had I been treated equal, not caring that my height mattered. Now I was shunned away, as if I was some small child. No one could do anything. Ress showed up and this brought me comfort, as I had not seen my adopted sister in so long! She moved in with me in Gondor, and I felt my some of my pain being washed away. I began becoming more active, and this time trying to push the hard memories away.

A year later, I had just turned 16; I was running an errand in Mordor. I was doing a favour of the Queen and slipped into a pub. I walked up to the counter and sat down, ignoring the filth. I began talking with another Hobbit, this one from the Shire when I heard a familiar voice. I turned around, and found myself face to face with a rather nasty looking Orc, shorter than most of the others. He was ordering a drink, so I didn’t pay that much attention to him, when I began realizing something....I was looking at my brother! He was so different; his once golden coloured hair was no black and hung in thick, matted strands down his back. He was terribly scared and his skin took on a red colour, there were ugly back markings across his face, though he had two brown eyes. When he left the pub I went after him and tracked him down. I talked to him, asked him if he knew me. Oh he knew, though he waved me away. I tried to convince him to talk with me, though he didn’t reply until he turned around and said in a deep, coarse voice, "Your brother is dead. You are not my sister." I stood there, amidst the ash of Mordor, watching as he disappeared into the darkness and mist. I returned to Gondor and hardly talked to anyone, not even Ress. I dropped out of everything I was doing, I was kicked out of the Rangers, yet I did not care. Eventually I told Ress what had happened in Mordor, and Ress had guessed that my brother was not dead. He had been tortured deep in the Black Pits of Mordor for ages, until he succumbed to the darkness.

Eventually, two weeks after I returned, I took my important belongings, my brother’s sword, some clothes, and some things that I could relish, and then began making my way back to the Shire. I was accepted in the Shire, for I had missed my home that I hadn’t seen in such a long time. I became active, joining in many different organizations. I forgot all of my troubles in Gondor and began being happy. I made many wonderful friends, and became very active in my organizations. I love the Shire, it is where I belong. Just recently I was adopted into the Banba family in Mordor, and even though minions, who I have grown to love and accept, they are very loving. I was accepted into the family and have become related to most people on the plaza, or in plaza families. I have met up with my brother, whose true name I dare not speak, but goes by the Minion name Baehishnack, many times afterwards. And he, even though cold and minion-like, we have learned to accept each other. Though I love the Shire and plan to stay here until the end of my days.