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Bilmond

Bilmond Hopsby

Name Bilmond
Status
Active
Occupation
Pipe weed and grain farmer
Age
Almost an elderly
Race
Hobbit
Residence
The Shire, Fairfields
Kinship
People of the Shire
Outward Appearance

Physical Appearance

With Bilmond you instantly know that he is a Hobbit with limited tolerance of the extraordinary. While his hair is not completely silvered yet, his face has succumbed to the strain of age. A vast amount of wrinkles contribute to a sour face that, in his youth, shone with warmth and lust of life. Now, in his old age, it is an unfriendly face, used exclusively to spew bile on those who do not fit his conservative, intolerant view on the world. He is a short Hobbit of the Harfoot race and very frisky of his age. Too bad he never uses it for anything but farm work.

 

Outward Attitude

 

Now, as one might guess, Bilmond is not a very amiable Hobbit. Among his acquaintances (because the term 'friends' would be an overstatement), he is notorious for his grumpy mood and sour opinions of things that do not fit his frame of mind. In Fairfields, he is known for running (or waddling, if you will) after kids who, sometimes knowingly, sometimes not, find themselves in his fields. Usually, he has a broom with him, but that's just for show. Mostly.
If you encounter him in the Green Dragon on a week end night, you may witness a Bilmond entirely different from the broom-swinging old rascal he usually is. But don't be naive. It's probably because he's had a few too many mugs, is sated from a good portion of meat pie, and is smoking a pipe stuffed with home grown leaf. Like as not, he'll be back to swinging brooms before the night is over.  

Background

Early life

Bilmond was born the 23rd of January, 2958 Third Age. He is the son of Roderic Piper and his wife, Gilliflower, whose family name was Hazelcorn. They were a respectable couple, and together they had a farm situated on the outskirts of Hobbitton. There they raised Bilmond. He spend his childhood exploring the surrounding forest land, and basking in the sun on the wide meadows of the Shire. From his father, he learned to appreciate rich soil and crops and, as he grew older, the importance of a bountiful harvest. As a youth, he took to wandering, often travelling as far as Buckland and even Bree, when he had business there. Slowly, his heart fell in love with the life on the road, and before long, he told his folks that he wanted to "walk the world", as he named it. Roderic and Gilliflower were not glad to let him go, for they knew what perils lie on the road. Eventually though, albeit reluctantly, they gave him their blessing. And so, Bilmond left the Shire in pursuit of adventure in the year 2983 Third age, 25 years old.

 

Wonders of the road

 

Not much is known of Bilmond's time on the road, but to himself. What we do know is that, when he returned to the Shire under peculiar circumstances years later, he was not the same. He returned a saddened, young Hobbit, stricken by the sudden death of his parents. Before long, he would turn into a sour, old Hobbit. What little information of Bilmond's travels we do know, we have obtained from Bilmond's travel companion, Fosco Diggins.
The 63 year old Hobbit, now living in a smial with his family in Hobbitton, allowed us to peak through a worn, old book of his, a recollection of memories from a time much simpler, when the unexpected led him and Bilmond to travel the Great East Road together. 
 

 

".. When first Bilmond and I left the Shire, we crossed the Brandywine to Buckland, where we sought shelter for the night at a friend of mine's house. The following morning, after second breakfast, we gathered provisions for the journey and pressed on toward Bree. The old merchant's town was to be our final  stop before heading out on the East Road towards the Misty Mountains. That was our direction; the Misty Mountains. Whether we would reach it, we did not know. But on that day, after second breakfast, when our rucksacks were packed with smoked sausages, mushrooms and two pouches of the finest leaf in the Shire, we did not care. We were young and adventurous, and that was all that mattered."

 

 

From his return to present day

 

While he was traveling the lands west of the Misty Mountains, Bilmond's parents were killed by a pack of wolves while they were on their way to Buckland for a farmer's gathering. And thus, when Bilmond returned, he inherited the family farm on the outskirts of Hobbiton. A changed Hobbit, Bilmond kept to himself and lived a life as a simple farmer. He never socialised, nor did he really talk with anyone but his trusted mule Bertram, whom he had brought with him from his travels.
One day, he received word from a distant relative that his uncle, Bulgo, had disappeared and that Bilmond, as his closest relative, had inherited his small farm house in Fairfields, along with a few lesser fields. Bilmond, who already owned a large, prosperous farm, kept the letter, as he imagined that Bulgo would, when he returned one day, like his farm back.

 

But fate once again tricked Bilmond, and while he was on a rare visit to the Green Dragon in Bywater, an ember from a candle landed on a pile of papers, and set the farm on fire.
When Bilmond returned, he found that the farm was beyond saving. Therefore, robbed of his livelihood as he was, he chose to settle in his uncle's farm house in Fairfields, where he remains to this day, sour and spiteful. And with every day that goes by, his longing for the lands along the East Road endures. 

 

Friends
None
Relatives
Parents: Roderic Hopsby and Gilliflower Hopsby (née Piper) (both diseased). Uncle: Bulgo Brickwell (missing). Son: Bartobius Hopsby
Rivals/Enemies
Loves
Agriculture, pipe weed and Bertram, his mule.
Hates
Children, liberals.
Motivation
Harvest
Quotes

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