Sparrow is known by different names amongst different people, with this being her favourite to be called expressing her love and admiration of the ease and freedom of these birds. Grown up as a commoner she was taught to hunt and craft within her small community in the depth of the woods of Annundir. Her life was as peaceful and uneventful as possible considering her people lived apart from most Northern or Western men in the dangers of wilderness. However through circumstances she is most hesitant to convey to most she found herself parted from her homelands, anxious, angered and yearning to change into a better person. Through a fortunate encounter with a certain Ranger from the North in the Breelands, Sparrow spent time developing skills as a Warden of the wild North, being instructed in a heritage that still comes as a surprise to her, learning about the history of a kingdom that once revered by the gods has fallen into time abiding shadow awaiting to be reawakened. However with past events unsolved, dangers unabashed, the woman decides to move into hiding, pained by guilt and worry to leave behind yet another home. In the Blue Mountains she joins the cause of her mentor Atharann and his close friend Fiontann whom she had fought side by side with before. She feels that her own cause is intrinsically linked to what these two and those that join their company of Wanderers are trying to stand against. Months pass and once more one feels like roots are growing slowly and steadily to bind these Wanderers into a close Kinship whose bonds tighten with every adventure they survive together. Maybe this  will be the haven that proves strong enough to enable her to face the shadows of her past.

It follows an account that was given to those offering her help, detailing her past life: 

"We lived peacefully for many generations; parted by greater distance from the bustle of the Bree-lands we had more commerce and struck deeper a friendship with the dwarves that shared our lands close to Annundir with their settlement. For many life times they taught us how to forge metal to a high skill and we combined this knowledge with our own descended craft of woodworking. Our arrow heads and spears were of well reknown, the best available in the North. We traded too with you the wandering grave folk that lived even further west in yet more secrecy  and so it was that we occasionally were to meet upon the plains of Kingsfell, that I got to know some of you by your wild Ranger names from young an age. Alas, that the history told by my people long since had been forgotten or neglected, had we not lost link with you our closest Kin things may have not come to the worst! [It is to be assumed, that the settlement was founded by descendants of Dunedain blood, but the awareness for their roots has gotten steadily diminished so no official ties were held between the Wandering Folk and the Settled one.]

We were only few in numbers  in our city, descendants  of your fallen Kingdom; women took no back place to men this was our way, it had to be. I often was party of our hunting trips or to visit the dwarven settlers. I learned to love every tree in the woods and cherish the ruins laying scattered in deep sleep, My hands were taught to use the smithing hammers and carve from oak, fir and birch, but seldom had we use of weapons except for hunting until some cycles of seasons ago when a chill wind blew into our calm daily existence and our trust was irrevocably betrayed. I lost everything when I would not stand by silent and so it is that barely alive I was brought to the Bree lands and wished after recuperation nothing more but to follow my heart back home; with a spear in my hand and a shield to raise against the darkness.This is how you found me by the firesides glowing with fierce resolve. I had not expected to find an open ear, I was determined to make good use of your offer, even though I may not have understood all your reasons behind it. And will you now teach me how to ward as you have promised despite the differing voices that arose amongst you? I am ready. I have to be"

Tuilinneth as she is known now amongst her kindred, derives from the blood line of Westernesse. Her father Idarion, a ranger of the north and elder brother to one called Tualph, has left Tuilinneth and her mother when she was mere an infant in the care of the settlers of Annundir his realm to be protected whence, to join the company lead by Golodir. No word of his fate has transpired and with the death of her mother in her eights year the connection to her Kin has for a time been severed. Through the friend ship with the Ranger Nethdir, the link has once again be established. She has reason and possibility to explore her own roots, but during her time with the Wanderers her mind is occupied by different matters. These grievances are scarring her deeply; as her path led her towards her northern Kinsmen of the Green Company it has led her too astray to unknown destinations in a search to better herself and grow strong enough to right her wrongs. She may feel that this is a personal task that cannot be relegated to the Dunedain while their strength is direly needed elsewhere. One may be sure that the decision to execute her duties away from those that stood by her in the months after her loss is a matter of great conflict and guilt to Sparrow, not one day goes by she does not think of her time spend amongst them.

After her long absence in the Icebay, Tuilinneth has once again joined her Kinsmen on their final journey to stand by their Chieftain and King in whatever measure their help is called for and needed.

If you wish to speak with or meet her you are likely to find her in the ruins of Minas Vrun in the Greenway, at the northern shores of Nen Harn or in Othrikar where she trains  her skills, watches over the eerie gloom of what once was Fornost and hones her knowledge for the day that she will stand at last at the gates within the woods.

Some may know where to find her within the Ered Luin, though one would have to have good in character reason to do so.