[ WP ] : Children are named by the traits they are fated to have - Brave , Serene , Deeply Caring , Unmoved - and of course your lovely daughter , Bites People .

The elder troll sat silently in his chair. His long gray robes draped over his frail body. The chair made from an old oak long since felled by magical hands. They called him `` He who decides''. He raised a gnarled moss colored hand. His knobby index finger beckoned to the crowd. 
 
 `` Who else needs my wisdom?'' the ancient creature said. `` Come forward!'' 
 
 Two statuesque creatures pushed through the crowd. Dressed in the royal regalia of elf royalty. They knelt down and bowed respectfully to the troll elder. Between them servants carried a red silk pillow cradling a small child. 
 
 `` Oh great wise one,'' the tall female said. `` We have traveled far to seek your advice on an important matter.'' 
 
 `` What is your predicament?'' 
 
 `` We have not yet figured a name for our daughter.'' 
 
 `` Many have tried your grace,'' the tall male said, `` None of the names were suitable enough for her. There is much stress and division among the elven nations because of this. We are long overdue for the naming ceremony.'' 
 
 `` I sympathize with your plight King Finikin and Queen Fussbudget. I really do. I, in my infinite deciding capacity will see what I can do. Bring the child forward.'' 
 
 The servant brought the pillow up to the front before the elder troll's oaken chair. He who Decides stood up and walked toward the child. He picked the newborn girl up in his old gnarly arms and examined the baby. Her skin glowed pink with elven youth. The girl drooled and cooed in the old troll's scraggly arms. She was n't phased by the ugly site of the elder troll. 
 
 The troll brought his finger close to her cheek and extended in order to see if she would grab hold of it. Immediately she opened her mouth wide and chomped down on the extended finger. Her single tooth dug into the scraggly elder's finger. 
 
 `` AAAAH!'' the troll screamed trying to pull the persistant child's mouth off. `` She has such a grip!'' 
 
 The elf king and queen rushed over to the elder troll who now had the child hanging onto his hand for dear life. Finikin pried open his daughter's mouth while Fussbudget grabbed her child by the sides ready to pull the child off. When everything calmed down He who Decides returned to his chair. 
 
 `` We're really sorry your wiseness. She bites people on occasion. She hasbeen teething lately.'' 
 
 The troll elder raised his wounded hand to stop the two elves. `` Say no more! I have come to a decision on what to name your child. From henceforth your daughter shall be known as Bites People. You may go.'' 
 
 `` Oh wise one.'' Finikin tried to reason with the elder troll, `` Surely you do n't mean to give a child such a name? Especially one of noble birth?'' 
 
 A heavily armed troll stepped up from the side, `` The elder has spoken. Begone with you.'' 
 
 Finikin sighed. `` You are the wise one,'' he said, `` Bites People it is.'' 
 
 With that the elven party took their leave for the long journey back to their kingdom.
