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Nempnett is one of the oldest Shirrifs in the Shire, at 90 years of age he should really be enjoying his retirement but there is something indespensible about the old veteren. His knowledge of the hobbit lands, their history and their inhabitants is vast and bounders and shirrifs from all four farthings come to ask his advice on a weekly basis. He carries out his duties like a bear with a sore head but this belies a tender spirit lurking within.
Sorrow I am, now...for my wife is dead. I sit hither in the quarters that we once shared; my son sleeping in his cradle...he too knows of his mother's demise, yet I do not know full on the effect it will have, for I, myself, am distraught.
Grew up with his sister Dyl, was taught his beelore by a Shirrif called Nempnett Thrubwell, who saw this as a way to keep the youngster out of the orchards after the umpteenth time he'd been caught scrumping. Now Bramblebar spends his days caring for his bees and tending to a small vegetable patch. He sells his honey and mead, along with the vegetables he grows, at market and earns a scant living from it though he is content enough with his lot in life.