Tink

Name: Tink Danderfluff
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Physical Description: I am 2 feet and 11 inches tall with long curly brown hair. My eyes, which sometimes change colors, are usually hazel or brown. My nose often turns red either from too much laughter, embarrassment, or just being too cold.

Father: My dad, Minto Danderfluff was born and raised in Willowbottom. He was a hard worker, but not very social. Whenever he spoke, every hobbit around would listen. It was rare that Minto ever said a word to anyone outside of his family, he usually just listened, but he did like to share old tales under the starry sky with a pipe in one hand and a roasted marshmallow in the other.

Mother: My mum, Orangeblossom Took was one of those hobbits who always liked to get into things. She would love to run through the farmer's fields and pick up some of the carrots that had fallen to the ground, maybe save a coney from the rage of the farmer's dogs. Orangeblossom loved animals with all her heart. She had many coneys and birds. She lived on a farm and especially loved the pigs, they were her favorite animals of all time. Orangeblossom would find herself calming down from this random phase when she met Minto and go married and had children.

Characteristics: I'm mostly like my mom, but I loved my dad more than anything. I was a regular old daddy's girl. Mum passed on her love of animals and random behaviour to me while my pappy passed on his love of story telling and hard working attitude. I guess that Tookish side of me shows all too often, but I do have my Danderfluff side which is good for all of the work I like to do.

History:
I was born in Brockenborings where my mom was born and raised. Mum and Dad had spent that month visiting some relatives. You see, it was my grandmum's birthday and they wanted to have an entire month of celebration. Well, there I came, the first of my parent's children. Mum was very happy and Dad just sat in his own happy laughter, something that never usually happened. They went home to Willowbottom when Mum was ready to go out again. Dad knew that the house in Willowbottom wasn't big enough for this baby, so he started to add on additions to a house in Fair Downs. While he was away building the house, Mum had gotten ill and had passed the sickness onto me. Dad rushed back to take care of us, and the house never got finished. After Dad saw how sick and horrible everything had gotten, he knew he couldn't leave to fix up the house anymore, not until I was grown.

So, I continued to grow, a healthy little baby. I stayed in that house in Willowbottom until I was ten years old when everything was just far too small for my family and our pets to stay in. Mum had a cart horse, four coneys, three cats, two dogs, and a bird that stayed inside the house. Well, the cart horse didn't stay inside the house, but everything else did. Dad had been begging Mom to get rid of the pets, but she refused, so Dad left to finish that house in Fair Downs. By the time I was twelve, the house was finished and we had been living in it for almost three months when something horrible happened.

Mum had gotten sick again, only this time Dad couldn't help her. He'd called in a healer that was trying his hardest to save my mom, but he couldn't do anything. She was getting worse by the minute. She stayed in bed all day long, wouldn't even get up to make herself some tea. I helped make her soup and tea, of course, but I was never allowed to go in and see her. Dad said that if I went in there, I'd have a chance of being sick too, and he didn't want that. Dad stayed up every night to watch after Mom, he started to get dark circles under his eyes. I was really worried about him, I didn't know what to do. Every day, when Dad had to go out to the shop to get more medicine, I would sneak into my mom's room to talk to her. One day, when Dad left, I snuck in and we were talking about maybe going to the festival that was going to start later that month when it happened. As I sat there, speaking of festivals and parties, Mom died. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't even cry. When Dad came home though, all the tears in the world gushed out of my eyes.

We burried her the next day under the maple tree out in the cemetery. Dad, in his usual emotionless face, started to cry as well. I knew nothing would be the same, but I didn't know how good everything could become. Of course, it was all worse before it started to get better. Dad sold the house in Fair Downs and we moved to Bywater in the Westfarthing. I guess he just couldn't stand living in a house that had so much memory. It was fine by me, I was too afraid to go back into that house anyway. We made ourselves a home in Bywater, just the two of us.

Time had passed and Dad knew that I would eventually need to find my own home, or at least get married. I never wanted to get married in all of my life, I hated the thought, loathed the idea of being called someone's lass. Dad was the only man I ever wanted in my life, so I told him that I would like to live alone in my own home. Being the wonderful father that he was, my dad helped me build my own hobbit hole under a small hill. We even planted the garden. Dad had secretly planted my favorite flower's seeds in the back of the garden when I wasn't looking. The final touch to it all was the white fence that we built around my house. By the time it was done, which did take a while, I had found someone that I was in love with. Eventually, we got married, but I kept my last name so that my father could have his legacy passed on by his only child.

I remain a Daddy's girl at heart every day of my life. I miss my mum, we all do, but I know that so much of her is in me that I see no reason to dwell on the pain of her loss since she's still here. I've almost gotten as many animals as she has, er, had, and I do things at random all the time. I think Dad sees her in me, he gets that look in his eye that says "You've grown up good, kid" but I know he'd never say anything about it. I haven't had much excitement in my life and I like to keep it that way. All in all, I'm just a well rounded, family oriented hobbit lass.

Tittamiire

Tittamiire is a little shorter than the average Hobbit but not too noticeably, she has darkish brown curls that she keep cut a little shorter than most, she has fair skin and big green eyes and rather small feet. Generally she can be seen wearing a pair of worn and patched short trousers and a shirt, jacket and cloak depending on the weather that is happening, and small battered knife that looks like it shouldn’t go through soft butter but is somehow sharp. The handle of the knife is wooden and once had carvings on, which is almost entirely worn away now. She grew in the village of Dwaling, in the north of the Shire and just to the west of the Brandywine, in the centre of the village, where her father’s workshop was. The Daughter of a Munsell and a Brandybuck she got her name from her Father who had listened to many of old Bilbo’s stories of Elves when he was young and he fancies that it means ‘Little Jewel’ the accuracy has never been checked. Old Farin Munsell is a smith and a farrier and while he isn’t going to set the Shire on fire with his skill he gets enough custom to live comfortably and keep busy. In her youth Tittamiire, being the middle of five always found peace in her Fathers workshop, out of the way of her mother who would always find chores for her and demanding younger siblings, not to mention demanding older ones as well. Titi was always a Tomboy, even as a wee hobbit lass and generally resented skirts, ribbons, having her hair too long and cooking lessons. Despite her own love of food she could not turn her hand well to cooking and even now she prefers simple dishes or raw food, no complicated sauces or techniques. From her many hours skulking in her Fathers workshop, watching him as he worked she learnt much of his skills and Dad and daughter formed a kind of alliance, she helped him out and didn’t get in the way or interrupt him, and both were in on her hiding from her mum. The time in his workshop was put to good use, learning the names of the tools and handing them over was the first step. As an adult those skills were more turned to making jewellery, weapons and armour rather then shoeing horses but the basic skills are the same.

Neither Farin or Bell are the adventurous type but in the summer months Titi found escaping into the surrounding fields more effective than hiding in the forge. She would spend many hours roaming along the bank of the Brandywine between Dwaling and down to Brandybuck hall where her mother’s kin lived, wandering over the North Moors and roaming wherever she could. She would usually drag one of the household dogs with her, the family always kept a couple of terriers around for chasing the rats and mice that liked to take up residence where ever hobbits were. They had cats as well but cats were never really inclined to chase rats when they could get scraps more easily. Though Titi learned to row on the Brandywine she never once looked outside the Shires boundaries, the Shire was everything she needed and while she listened to stories she never quite believed there was a world outside the Shire and even if there was, why did she need to go look for it when there was still so much to explore here. Aged nineteen Titi joined the Hobbit Defence Squad, less out of some noble desire to defend the Shire and more to get an excuse to get out and about, to have something to do other than be nagged by her mother. It turned out to be exactly the thing for her and she flourished within the HDS, later on as she grew older she took up work in the Armoury and opened a small market stall as well as learning some doctoring in the Shires clinic, a useful skill in a soldier. As she reached her thirtieth birthday Titi saw the looming of the end of her tweens and so found herself a small riverside cottage west of Dwaling, outside the village but not too far away that she was away from it. At the same time her Mother and Father bought a smaller cottage near where her oldest brother had a smial in Michel Delving and Tit’s older sister and her family took up permanent residence in the large family smial. Her younger brother and sister had long ago moved out and set up business together, buying a small farm in the south farthing and farming sheep.

The independent life suits Titi, being able to come and go as she likes from her cottage, sometimes disappearing for weeks on things with the HDS or just because she wants to. She had a pony by the name of Fleetfoot a small fairly stout animal but with a surprising turn of speed when going in a straight line, though corners were never his strong point. A calm and faithful beast his unflappability is a necessity as Titi does not know horses or ponies that well and would be in trouble if he were a scatty or unpredictable animal. Titi’s mother still hopes for her to settle down and their relationship is based on a loving cycle of nagging and resistance which doesn’t look like it will change any time soon. Titi is built for the jobs she does, stocky with muscle rather than with chubbiness there is more to her than meets the eye and something in her green eyes that tells many they should not underestimate the three foot six lass. While when relaxed and at home Titi is loud, chatty and lively when things are more dangerous, confusing or if she is simply tired she tends to get very quiet, watching and listening much more than she talks. She loves a good story, both telling and listening to them and has spent many a summers night with her friends, lying awake watching the stars and sharing stories. Indeed, it seems that no matter how far away from home she is, stars and stories will cure the homesickness. She has a hobbits naturally keen eyes and is particularly proficient with a sling and stone, though she does have a very handsome bow as well she prefers the simple sling and stone, having mastered hunting birds with it when young.

Tup Trundlebuckets

The Story of Tup Trundlebuckets (and his relations)

To say that Tup Trundlebucket's origins is foggy is neither true nor untrue; he is not exciting enough to have a mysterious past, yet not famous enough to be well-known. But this much is for certain: a small hobbit child was born sometime in March in the outskirts of Willowbottom of East Farthing. Son of Anne Roper and Earl Trundlebuckets, the boy was named after his second cousin twice removed (on his mother's side), Tup.

There is nothing too special about this Tup; he is just a typical lazy, slow, and somewhat sociable tween. Like his namesake (his second cousin twice removed on his mother's side), he has an odd obsession for plastic containers, and also enjoys throwing not-quite-empty ink bottles at unsuspecting passerbys while hiding in a large tree. His companion is his fat, gluttonous raven Pudding, who is currently under the supervision of a strange elf lady of Rivendell. Why she has him under her care still remains unknown, but it is a well-known fact that Pudding the Raven was quite fond of her famous fudge.

Tup has two brothers, Nibbles and Starbuckets. Nibbles has a passion for the art of healing (don't ask why) and Starbuckets is a withdrawn young lad, probably because of his odd name Starbuckets Trundlebuckets. His lack of social activity may also be attributed to the fact that his two brothers often taunted him, calling him Double Buckets or Double B for short. But make no mistake; Tup and his brothers are kind, loving hobbit lads, and are most incapable of harming anyone. His marital status is still single, to those of you who care.

Apparently there was some lass named Gwendolyn Took who was in some way related to Tup, but she disappeared after a while. She was rather strange and eccentric in more than one way, and folk around Willowbottom all agreed that her family, the Tooks, were to be blamed for her behaviour. She was in contact with several hobbits and elves, most notably the Fudge Lady of Rivendell (who took Tup's raven under her care). It is also rumoured that before he went to Tup, Pudding the Raven had belonged to Gwen herself. One popular theory of her disappearnce states that a hobbit who often uttered a horrendous word (Ni) came to Willowbottom, and that word was so terrifying that Gwen fled to West Farthing to her family immediately. However, that theory was most likely circulated by a gossip-loving hag, and so its credibility is quite scarce.

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