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Kithri
Kithri, "Dwarf-Friend"
| Name | Kithri |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Cook and Gardener |
| Age | Middle-Aged |
| Race | Hobbit |
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| Residence | Currently Residing within the Pleasant Hamlet of Knottwood |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Kithri has a jolly face, sprinkled with freckles and touched by wrinkles forged by years of laughter and mirth. She has a short crop of curly red hair, which now sports a few touches of gray. She has a scar above her right brow and a touch of scarring upon her forehead. She has a considerable limp and walks with cane in hand, not to mention she has begun to rather tired of late... |
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Background
Kithri is a simple hobbit, with a not so simple story!
She hails from the Shire, yet she talks not often of the past, unless she is telling some tale!
Years ago she met an Old Dwarrow, Motgrouk son of Gumir, Taleteller of the Iron Hills within the shire. That strange happening began quite an interesting story indeed.
A great friendship began the two, and soon they were always at eachother's side. She took residence in his home, and joined his side as a traveling companion. This is how she found herself within the Dwarven halls of Thorin's Hall, and how she gained the title "Dwarf-Friend."
With his untimely passing, she found herself lost in a very large world. She turned then to Bree, thinking of the people she knew, and those she might be able to find a new path.
| Loves | Dinner parties, Stories, Her Kin |
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| Hates | Dourhands, and distrusts greatly the Elves of the Mirkwood |
| Motivation | Caring for her friends, and those she views as kin. Making sure everyone she meets leaves her table with a happy heart, and full belly. |
| Quotes | “The food is not really the thing,” she said. “It's the making of it that gets you through a bad time.” |
Kithri's Adventures
| Blooming Foliage on a Night Sky | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Forged in Flame, Tempered in a Stream | 6 years 3 months ago |
| A Quiet Evening | 6 years 3 months ago |
| A Letter Which Will Never Be Read | 6 years 5 months ago |
| A Durin's Day Picnic Basket | 6 years 6 months ago |
