Shiona Anklebiter, Fighter

Shiona wasn't always an anklebiter, though it was probably in her blood and she never knew it.

She'd lived with Granny Took just outside the Old Forest for a long time. Granny Took had been something of an oddity herself, living alone on the edge of the Forest, cultivating Old Toby pipeweed and selling it in Bree and other far off places. So Shiona was already well travelled when she moved to Michel Delving, and well used to the company of Dwarves, Humans and Elves.

Maybe that's why she could never settle and found herself now, years later, crouching on top of the snow-clad hills overlooking the Ettenmoors, keeping a wary look out for Orcs while she worked to heal an unfortunate (and pretty stupid) young dwarf who obviously thought he could take on a whole warg-pack single handed.

So much had happened since she left the Shire. So many adventures, battles won and lost, new friends made and old friends gone, some forever. This is the story of Shiona's journey through Middle Earth.

Just a scrapbook of hastily thrown together memories in no particular order, jumbled together and bulging at the seams - much like one of her kit-bags really.......

7 Feb 2010

4. Kinsmen

Shiona sat on the steps of Ost Guruth contemplating her next move.

“Oi” shouted a voice “Message here for you – Shiona, right?”
Shiona turned and spotted a harassed looking Longshanks bustling up to her and waving a small package in the air.
“Yes, that’s right. How did you know it was me?” she asked, feeling more than a bit confused.
“Well, it says it’s from a Fie-el-anor he spelled carefully “And it says to look for a female hobbit, short, slightly scruffy, fat around the middle, ginger hair, probably not brushed.” He looked Shiona up and down critically. “You’d be the only one here that fits that description” he said.

Shiona snatched the package, thanked the man tersely, and settled down to read it. “Cheek!” she thought. As she opened the package, a small badge tumbled out and lay on the ground twinkling slightly in the sunlight. She picked it up and studied it carefully. It had a picture of what looked like two tankards engraved on it, and the words “StoutnSturdy”.  Slipping it in her pocket, she opened the letter and began reading.

“My Dearest Shiona,
I happened upon a group of people in a Tavern in the Shire before I left for the North Downs. They were most concerned to hear of our intentions to travel alone in these times and offered their help. They were members of a Kin called “StoutnSturdy” which I have to say, made me smile, as the name instantly brought a picture of you to mind…..”

“Oh really, Fie!” Shiona muttered, nearly scrunching up the note with annoyance. “I’m not stout, I’m just well-covered” Sighing to herself, she carried on reading

“…they have allies all over Middle Earth, but to help them recognise each other, they wear a badge. Wear this where it can be seen, Shiona, and look out for others who do.
If you have the chance, you need to seek them out at your first opportunity and make yourself known to their Leader, Radi Redbeard. I’m told if you can’t find him in Thorin’s gate at the KinHall, you’ll probably track him down if you ask for his whereabouts in the Tavern in Thorin's Hall, any of the Inns in the Shire, or indeed Bree.
On another note, little one, my young sister Tielan has left Celondim and is making her way to the Shire. I said she would be welcome at the smial, as we are away.

I fear I may not return for some time now. I travel to Aughaire shortly. There are puzzles in the texts that I need to resolve and I have arranged to meet a guide in Esteldin.

Take Care,


Shiona folded the note carefully and placed it in her bag. She’d heard no more of Aldefrith’s fate, and now this Kin….. and Tielan on her way to the Shire. She pulled the badge back out of her pocket and gazed at it thoughtfully.
“Back to the Shire, I think, to re-stock, rest, and figure out what to do next” she mused, as she pinned the badge to her cloak. “And maybe find this Radi Redbeard.…..”

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