Appearance: She has long blonde hair that shines silver in the moonlight. Styled with soft waves and often lose, with braids that connect at the back of her head with beaded hair clasps. There always seems to be a peculiar air around her. Her eyes are aquamarine with a golden ring around the pupils. She stands at a height not much taller than of a dwarf, and since nobody knows of her Númenórean lineage, nobody suspects her to be anything but a petite human. Her body is finely honed and trained with feminine curves. Her spine has trails of old scars from the time when she was kept hostage and tortured.

Personality: Valerie is fierce as well she is stubborn, her life made her grow into a strong and independent woman, as well she's loyal and carries a gentle-heart. She holds a silver tongue, she is very artistic, and passionate about a great many things, such as riding horseback as she grew up with ponies from her farm. She enjoys good sword fencing, but mostly music by playing the piano which her grandmother taught her how to master. When Valerie cares for someone she cares for them fiercely, as she has experienced enough loss in her life to never want to feel it again.

History: Valerie used to live with her father and grandparents peacefully on their farm, she didn't have the chance to know her mother, who was one of the last Númenóreans, she passed away shortly after giving childbirth which meant for Valerie to be raised by her father and grandparents, but it was without any difficulty. Their family wasn’t Noble, however, her family’s name used to be Nobel many years ago but history turned into legends among many other things. Valerie’s father and grandparents had no relations to the King nor to the Lord, they were wealthy and independent on their own. With a lot of work for their land and the house and with the farmyard living peacefully in the open landscape with an array of different animals. Doing well for themselves to have a large house, with farmhands to help with the animals and the field.

The day when the young prince of Erebor, Thorin, and his people had lost their home and Kingdom to the fire-drake, Smaug. Valerie was still in her young youth, as so was the Dwarf Prince, Thorin himself. The Dwarf Prince and his kin roamed the lands in the hope to find shelter, and that's when Valerie and her family sheltered as many dwarves as they could on their farm, where they provided food and comfort. The days turned into years the Dwarves of Erebor had found a new home in the Blue Mountains to live their lives anew still with the haunting memory of the Fire-drake and those who they lost in the hell-fire. These peaceful times at Valerie's farm would come to an end soon, however, as a man who held high titles had grown stronger of power and lands of Rohan, he grew madly infatuated with Valerie as she grew into a beautiful woman. In his attempts to make her his concubine, Valerie's father defended her and opposed the Lord. The Lord called his guards to slay her father, and they did just that in front of her very eyes.

As punishment for not reciprocating his feelings, the mad Lord slew the rest of her family and friends burned their farm down, and chained Valerie deep in the castle dungeons, only to be brought to him at his bedside when he asked. She never complied, and always fought back as hard as she could, but the mad Lord was so madly infatuated that he couldn't bring himself to kill her.

The day came when Valerie was being whipped by the dungeon guards for not obeying her lord, that she screamed in such agony that the great spirit of Akandir woke inside of her very being. In a blind fury, Valerie used the sliver of power granted to her, melted the chains that bound her, then burned the guards from inside their guts. Akandir's pleas for Valerie to calm down reached her only after the woman had burned down the castle and killed all its guards. However, the mad Lord himself was not present in his room and for this reason, Valerie's thirst for revenge still lingered in her heart, even after she stumbled out of the smoldering castle and onto the open plains of Rohan.

Mithrandir, also known as Gandalf the Grey, found her beneath a rocky outcrop. She was dressed in rags, revealing the still open wounds on her back. Ash covered her body and the wizard could observe clouds of smoke that boomed upwards on the horizon. He picked up the unconscious woman and draped her in his robes, determined to nurse the young woman back to health with help from the powerful healing by Lord Elrond.

The Guardian of the Moon Face Claim: Charlize Theron Name: Akandir Age: Her looks suggest that she's a woman in her late forties, Race: A Maia Gender: Female

Personality:Being a Maia that first aligned herself with Melkor in the first songs of creation, she can be quick to anger and at times incredibly prideful. After being horrified at Melkor's evil deeds when he first stepped down to Arda, she repented and aligned herself with Eru and the other Maiar, proving that beneath her sometimes harsh exterior, she has a loving heart for all life and creation. Because of her great power over the elements themselves, her arrogance and pride can sometimes get the better of her when she discusses with Valerie over the use of her powers. Even so, she often acts like a mother to Valerie to teach her all she knows about Arda. Appearance:Akandir is a spirit that once took the form of a giant White wolf, but she also takes the form of a human woman, she stands at great height thrice the size of a human, which lead people who have seen her mistake her for a giantess. She has long blonde hair, which is often tied elegantly into a bun. With light-medium skin and aquamarine eyes with a golden ring around the pupil, as it goes in the lineage of Valyria.

History: Akandir sealed her soul and powers to save Valerie's great-grandmother, during the first war to defeat Melkor, Akandir gifted her friend with the elements that would help to win the war. Which were to be wielded by all the Daughters of the bloodline, that makes Valerie the last daughter of Valyria who wields Akandir's powers, and her soul within hers. Akandir fought many battles in the first age of the songs, with her Maia friends who were many of them but one who took the shape of a man by the nickname of Rash. He fought alongside her in the great battles, and battles to come. Several great ages ago, Valerie's ancestors who were one of the Númenóreans fought alongside Akandir during the great battles against Melkor, the first dark lord. During a particular battle, Akandir bonded her spirit in sacrifice to empower the woman attuning her to the great elements of Middle-Earth. The battle was won with fiery storms and crackling skies as the woman summoned lightning from the clouds and split the ground with massive earthquakes. However, Akandir had given her physical self in order for this elemental magic to be summoned and would be forever sealed through the bloodline of this Númenórean woman. Despite her lack of a real physical form, Akandir can still summon an apparition of herself so that people can notice her presence. However, she cannot physically interact with either objects or with other people.

Appearance: Dark raven hair that reaches just his shoulder-length, he has it tied to keep it from his green-colored eyes. He has strong cheekbones and chin, he has a very masculine appearance. He stands a bit taller than the average height of a human and elf – he certainly towers over most.

Personality: Rash is pragmatically in dealing with things sensibly. At first, he can seem to be crude when he is taking distance from people but he has his reasons for him to not let out his true identity; as he knows there are some who serve Sauron lurking in the shadows of Middle-earth. Time make him loosen up with people, however, he is a quiet man with few words, but when befriending him, Rash is kind, unselfish, and wise from seeing the pure madness from Melkor, and the fall of Sauron, he is loyal to a fault and will follow those who ask to the ends of Middle-Earth if that ensures their safety.

History: Razjaralor was created by Ilúvatar before the music of the Ainur also known as The Great Music, and The Great Song. A Maiar who had seen much and been most part of his existences with the spirits to Guard Mithrandir, or most common by his name Gandalf. Gandalf the grey. The Wizard also has his duties on Middle-earth as Rash was given the order to keep a watchful eye and to protect one of the Istari; five of them which are; Saruman, Gandalf, Radagast, Alatar, and Pallando. But Alatar and Pallando have Gandalf forgotten, however not Rash, he remembers their names but he doesn't know where they are. Another spirit who was a watcher with Rash was at the time Akandir, however, she has her own tale to tell. But Gandalf knows Rash well by now, and he is thankful for his aid, and also to have a pair of extra eyes, and ears over Middle earth.

Razjaralor's past was not forgotten to him, he fought alongside Akandir among a great many other spirits in the first creations of the songs and the great battles yet to come to save Arda from the great madness against Melkor also known as Morgoth, the first Dark Lord. And even the fall of Sauron and the battle against him as he was tilted as the Servant of Morgoth, and the one Ring which he had slipt his soul into, the one ring to rule them all. Sauron was defeated but and the darker forces of the earth when the ring was lost and forgotten grew in the shadows of the lands. History becomes legends, and legends become myths. But the Maiar still kept to the lands and made sure they were safe as his soul and life are bound to the greater Lords, Rash was summoned back to fulfill his duty when the darkness was at bay by the Guardians of Middle-earth.

Razjaralor is known to be the Knight with the White Wolf, known as the Maia Akandir saving Arda he earned the title of the Watcher of Middle-earth. Besides Akandir there are a few others who know him well enough; Gandalf, Saruman, Galadriel, and Lord Elrond, who also are his friends. They are all destined with the same fate as themselves. But, other souls on Middle-earth might not have heard or read about his story which was only written in buried books of old; but the legends about him are still told, tales of history that turned into legends and the legends that turned into myths among many other great things, some things that should never have been forgotten. Later in the peaceful years, the Knight would watch the fireworks created by Gandalf from the distance of the Shire.