To most around Esteldin, the idea of Trevedis ever being young seems very strange indeed. Similarly, the idea of her eventually dying also sounds impossible. She is a permanent and reliable fixture in a world that gets more dangerous and worrying every year. Children that cursed her for her hard nature and strict rules grow into adults who quietly value her presence as their elder. Though, indeed, none would ever say as much out loud. 

Though midwife she may be, her main duties for time immemorial have been corralling the children of Rangers, teaching them their ways, the paths through the wilds, the history in their blood. She was a somewhat harsh taskmaster, though not without empathy or kindness, and many generations of little ones have grown into steadfast and reliable men and women under her tutelage. From reading stories to babies and putting them firmly to bed, to dragging teens out into the frigid cold to learn how to survive in their wild and dangerous home, Trevedis did it all. 

She is a grandmother figure to all of Esteldin, even though, as far as any can tell, she has no children of her own. And indeed none could really say much of her heritage or relatives, her dark skin a curious rarity among the Dunadain. But none care for such things either when Trevedis has been their 'Granbear' and 'Old nan' since their birth, and their parents' too. Perhaps her rusty aptitude for combat is curious, and perhaps her uncanny ability to disappear into any wilderness sparks questions, but few seem brave enough to ask. They trust she knows what she's doing and accept her experience.

The only clue to her younger life and the origins of her talents are the long trips she takes at times. She may be gone for months but she always returns bearing strange little gifts for her latest creche, toys and cloths and other such treats from the north and west. These trips have grown fewer as age has rested heavier upon her shoulders and some brave souls have suggested she slow her efforts, but they are rebuffed unanimously.