Thorin laid in his bed, pondering over all the wealth he owns and the Lonely Mountain. Next to him was a woman who he had sex with, but he knew he would soon throw that away. He looks out his window before seeing.. someone. Not a dwarf, not an elf. But a woodling, (A thing I made up) in a far tree, but the king could still see the woodling. Woodlings have either horns, or antlers. Their skin would be all sorts of colours. Wood brown, mossy green, and so on. The woodling the king was looking at had antlers covered with moss and vines as if they were ornaments, their skin (you can pick what colour), and eyes the color of (pick what). The woodling stared at the moon, having a bow in their hand and a pack of arrows in a bag, strapped on their back.