Origin Story: Part 1

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This is a story I wrote quite a while back, I would like to add to it in future as it was never intended to finish where it currently does.

The story is a fan-fiction for the Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien!

-Enjoy!

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Origin:

Born in the Highlands of the Shire. Tailborn was the product of a rather intelligent adventurer named Caelwen and a lazy yet dynamic and quick thinking bounder.

In her tweens, Tails (to her friends, on account of her unusual and out of place tail) showed much enthusiasm for music and later trained as a minstrel with her mentor Valencia. She showed extraordinary talents for minstrelness.

Often she wondered why when she played her angelic harp or melodic flute that her enemies (And occasionally her friends) fled and fell before her. She didn't argue, as it soon became a valued tactic for getting out of sitautions where her music wasn't as angelic...Like that time in Overhill..

3 months after her 17th birthday, Tails was invited to a music gig in Brockenborings. As she began to play, the stage flooded with angry crowds of small hobbits who apparantly had no musical taste whatsoever. Tails was rescued by a kindly old wizard named Gandalf.

This wise wizard told her fireside stories of far-off places, places of evil and suffering. Tales of Mordor and Angmar and Sauron and The Witch King. Tails later enquired on the wizards business in the Shire and was asked to aid in the rescue of a Dunedain Ranger named Amdir

Tails knew little of the dealings of these men, although Caelwen her mother had in the past aided these Rangers of the North. Explaining in the most childish ways she could to Tails at the time, about their lineage and great kingdoms of Arnor, Numenor and Fornost (Big places lost to evil)

After leaving Gandalf's company, Tails began to roam into the Breeland. One cold night she stumbled 'accidently' into a nest of spiders who to the dismay of Tails had by the end of their meeting, lost the use of their ears. During her travels she displayed incredible Valour, Loyalty, Wisdom (Albeit very little unless it concerned music or blueberry muffins) Empathy and still managed to maintain her questionable Innocence (She'd been found walking out of Farmer Maggots fields once as a child, carrying several potatoes which to her seemed like oddly large muffins, which she later discovered weren't sweet..at all)

Tails followed a strangely wavy path in road towards Bree (Finding it hard to read her poorly crayoned map which she had copied from several actual maps belonging to her mother...) It wasn't until the gates of Bree stood beyond her that she remembered an urgent and clumsy memory...she'd forgotten to make sure her father took his real club to work with him as Tails had replaced it with a toy club of her own (Which it had to be said wasn't exactly useful for beating off criminals or a stray bear) She pondered on the thought for a moment before shrugging her shoulders lightly and walking over to the gate guard who was of a significant size larger.

As Tails called to the guard, he turned his head confused, searching for where the little voice had originated from, Tails pulled on his chainmail and the guard peered down to see a strange creature, what he would have assumed was a hobbit if not for the unusual and slightly out of place rabbit tail poking from her behind.

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