He was starlight coiled into being. His long blonde hair had been dripped from the moon. But his skill was deadly. He could carve you into thin slices with his knives and fill you with arrows. He caught hearts with every shot of his bow, and discarded them with every blink of his eyes. He was like the moon, beautiful but so far away.

He was like the night sky. Mysterious and absorbing, his eyes sparkled like stars. He was human in character, a hobbit in humour, a dwarf in loyalty and a elf in blood. Always moving, he passed through towns like a shadow. But despite his hiding, he drew the eyes of the moon. A moon cloaked in green. But he was poison. He would drown you in his soul and kill you with a kiss. He was so beautiful yet so lost.