Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Dec 2, 2003 11:17:28 GMT -5
Name: Terbil Mudburrow of Deephallow
Race: Hobbit
Age: 21
Birthdate: 30 August (7 Halimath, 28 Yavie, 8 Yavannie), III 2997
Hair Color: Dark Brown/Black
Eye Color: Green
Height: 3'8"
Weight: 65 lbs. (I have no idea what it would be, so this is a wild guess. Any help?)
Build: Medium
Occupation: Book writer, warrior, healer, farmer (Obviously I can't be all of them, but I'll shorten the list over time.)
History: There are many tales in our world, tales of heroes and villains,tales of love and triumph over darkness. This tale is not one of those, for I am neither hero nor villain, nor have I ever battled evil. This is merely the tale of a Hobbit of Deephallow, the son of a farmer.
My parents were Todo Mudburrow of the Deephallow Mudburrows, littlest of the little people in rank among we Hobbits, and Cordelia Proudfoot of the Hobbiton Proudfeet. Funny it is how a young woman such as my dear mum would come to meet and fall in love with a 'lowly' stable hand. Nonetheless, they did indeed fall in love and were joined in marriage, three years later to give birth to their one and only son.
How is it, you might ask, that my family became known as Mudburrows. Well, our home of Deephallow, from which we has come, lies upon the banks of the Brandywine River. It is my guess that our fathers' fathers were the ones who helped first found this town, building their homes into the muddy banks of the river. Thus we became the Mudburrows of the mud burrows. This is conjecture on the subject and where we shall leave it for now.
My childhood was mostly upon the banks of the Brandywine, exploring and getting into mischief, as all good children should. My father had been given from the Proudfeet what he needed to start his own farm and no longer needed to work the pig pens and chicken coops of his neighbors. Unnaturally so, they say, I was inquisitive about the world around me as a child, especially the world beyond, the world of men and elves and dwarves, and the expanse above, that twinkling sea of stars. I sought to study and learn, to grow in my understanding of how things worked and how they came to be. I also came to a love of the written word and sought out to read whatever books and letters I could find.
It just so happened that my father happened to be friends with a traveling merchant, Anheru, a man from the city of Minas Tiriath who would wander the lands of middle-earth with his cart,peddling his goods. On his occasional trips through the Shire, he would always stop at our family farm for a time and give me a new book or the sliver of some ancient page he had recieved on his travels. Among my favorites were what I could glimpse of Illuvatar,the Valar and the creation of the world; most specifically I was interested in the works of Eru,Vaire,Varda and Yavanna. Over the time of my years I have grown to gain quite a collection of books and writings, constantly studying and writing myself, perhaps one day to pen a great a work as these.
Also it happened that a handful of times when Anheru would come that he would take me along on his travels, at my parents allowal, of course. The things I saw,not least of these the city of Minas Tirith and the fantastic libraries therein, were amazing. It is also interesting to note that in my few visits there, I gained the nickname of "Bill" from some of the men I met. Most likely I am one of those few lucky Shire-folk, though some might say foolish, to see many of the great sites of Arda and now I hope that one day I can set out again, perhaps even to chronicle my journeys and I all that I will see and those that I meet.
Race: Hobbit
Age: 21
Birthdate: 30 August (7 Halimath, 28 Yavie, 8 Yavannie), III 2997
Hair Color: Dark Brown/Black
Eye Color: Green
Height: 3'8"
Weight: 65 lbs. (I have no idea what it would be, so this is a wild guess. Any help?)
Build: Medium
Occupation: Book writer, warrior, healer, farmer (Obviously I can't be all of them, but I'll shorten the list over time.)
History: There are many tales in our world, tales of heroes and villains,tales of love and triumph over darkness. This tale is not one of those, for I am neither hero nor villain, nor have I ever battled evil. This is merely the tale of a Hobbit of Deephallow, the son of a farmer.
My parents were Todo Mudburrow of the Deephallow Mudburrows, littlest of the little people in rank among we Hobbits, and Cordelia Proudfoot of the Hobbiton Proudfeet. Funny it is how a young woman such as my dear mum would come to meet and fall in love with a 'lowly' stable hand. Nonetheless, they did indeed fall in love and were joined in marriage, three years later to give birth to their one and only son.
How is it, you might ask, that my family became known as Mudburrows. Well, our home of Deephallow, from which we has come, lies upon the banks of the Brandywine River. It is my guess that our fathers' fathers were the ones who helped first found this town, building their homes into the muddy banks of the river. Thus we became the Mudburrows of the mud burrows. This is conjecture on the subject and where we shall leave it for now.
My childhood was mostly upon the banks of the Brandywine, exploring and getting into mischief, as all good children should. My father had been given from the Proudfeet what he needed to start his own farm and no longer needed to work the pig pens and chicken coops of his neighbors. Unnaturally so, they say, I was inquisitive about the world around me as a child, especially the world beyond, the world of men and elves and dwarves, and the expanse above, that twinkling sea of stars. I sought to study and learn, to grow in my understanding of how things worked and how they came to be. I also came to a love of the written word and sought out to read whatever books and letters I could find.
It just so happened that my father happened to be friends with a traveling merchant, Anheru, a man from the city of Minas Tiriath who would wander the lands of middle-earth with his cart,peddling his goods. On his occasional trips through the Shire, he would always stop at our family farm for a time and give me a new book or the sliver of some ancient page he had recieved on his travels. Among my favorites were what I could glimpse of Illuvatar,the Valar and the creation of the world; most specifically I was interested in the works of Eru,Vaire,Varda and Yavanna. Over the time of my years I have grown to gain quite a collection of books and writings, constantly studying and writing myself, perhaps one day to pen a great a work as these.
Also it happened that a handful of times when Anheru would come that he would take me along on his travels, at my parents allowal, of course. The things I saw,not least of these the city of Minas Tirith and the fantastic libraries therein, were amazing. It is also interesting to note that in my few visits there, I gained the nickname of "Bill" from some of the men I met. Most likely I am one of those few lucky Shire-folk, though some might say foolish, to see many of the great sites of Arda and now I hope that one day I can set out again, perhaps even to chronicle my journeys and I all that I will see and those that I meet.
