Cellirica

"Cell" Goldworthy

Name Cellirica
Status
Active
Occupation
Purveyor of Pipe-weed & misappropriated goods
Age
Middle Age
Race
Hobbit
Residence
1 Myrtle Court, Rootmorton, South Farthing, The Shire.
Kinship
Outward Appearance

Quick-wilted and observant. Can be pleasant with most  people, although Faeries* are excluded. As with most  Fallohides, she is tall and of a slimmer build. At 3' 10" high, she is of course fairly tall for a hobbit!

Background

I grew up in a small town in the South Farthing named Pincup. I had a quite an unassuming childhood. I did once travel as far as a small town called Deephallow. Being in Deephallow made me realise that there were other parts of The Shire I could explore.

Eventually I found myself in a West Farthing town named Michel Delving. It quite a nice size town, but I think ending up there was a mistake. It was here everything went wrong!

Firstly, there was the day I tried to help out Postman Proudfoot. He was very appreciative until, although through no fault of my own, I got into trouble by loosing a mail bag between Michel Delving and Waymeet. It seems that the hobbits in West Farthing are a very nosy bunch.

Then, there was the night I bumped Bounder Boffin. I should have realized that from that point forward, I would get mixed up with somebody else problems. For I got mugged, met a wizard, some guys called Rangers and those darn Faeries!

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Several months later, I arrived in Rivendell, worn out, fed up, very hungry and no sign of a comfortable bed. After being drawn into an unwanted quest. it seemed that the reward of 'Gold' that I was promised was a fabrication. A portrait of a princess was a nice gesture, but really after all that running around! If they think a painting of Narmeleth would be enough to pay the upkeep of my burrow, they must be joking! 

I know that these Faeries must have something better than a portrait that I could have had for payment. A little bit of burglary might get me the odd trinket or two, or even a nice magic ring. As long as it sparkles it would help for the upkeep of my home

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It was during this unnecessary quest, I encountered an enthusiastic hobbit named Fasgand, who was the founder of Concerning Pipe-weed, a small kinship that supplied exotic leaves for pipe-weed merchants. Though for some reason, which still baffles me, I am now its Chief Hobbit.

Today I am planning my own Epic Quest. I am going into Mirkwood to discover what happened to Fasgand.  But to find my way there I will have to ask the Faeries in Lórien!

I just hope that tomorrow will be a sunny day...

* Cell's name for Elves.

Friends
Relatives
Cousins Ivy-Leah & Rose-Leah Gold-berry
Rivals/Enemies
A high elf called Failindo/Goblins
Loves
Sparkly things
Hates
Spiders, big scary ones!
Motivation
To relinquish High Elves of their gold
Quotes
"Ooh sparkly things." "Now that's silly!"

Cellirica's Adventures

On the way to Rivendell (1) 4 months 2 weeks ago
Cellirica's Adventures

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