Eironwen is the much-loved daughter of simple farmers from the Eastemnet. While her brothers usually lived up to the expectations of their parents (hard work and little silliness), Eironwen has always been overcome by her thirst for knowledge, often shirking her duties as a farmer's daugther and instead rushing off whenever an opportunity to learn something from travelling strangers presented itself.

All through her childhood her parents were very indulgent of her whims and ideas, often only offering token protest when she asked to go off to listen to the bard at the village hall over an hour away. From one of these wandering minstrels who stayed over the winter Eironwen learned how to read when she was only a child, and after that there was no more boundary to her quest for tales of strange things and places.

But as she grew older and the world around the farm grew darker and more dangerous, Eironwen's family started to limit her little adventures out of concern for her safety. She was given more duties in the house, her mother making sure she learned sewing and cooking. Eironwen tried to be a well-behaved young woman and fulfill her family's wishes, but it was hard to deny who she was and try to become someone else. Whenever she could she would still sneak off for a chance to catch more stories from faraway lands, but she got into more trouble for it than when she was just a child.

Finally her older brother married and brought his wife into the household, a young woman who was always held as an example for how Eironwen should try to be. Her mother started talking about the need for Eironwen to marry and have a family of her own. Despite her family's still continuing patience of their rebellious daughter, the situation became terribly stifling for her and when a wandering bard offered to take her away and teach her his business, Eironwen jumped at the chance and ran away, leaving in the early morning when it was still dark with nothing but the clothes on her body and a small bundle of food. She didn't leave a letter since none of her family would have been able to read it.

Once on the road, it was quickly clear that Eironwen would never make a good bard, too shy to speak in front of crowds and absolutely no talent for singing. The bard soon left her at a small village inn and Eironwen had to work as a scullery-maid so she wouldn't starve. A small bit of luck brought a group of travelling folk to the inn and after a lot of pleading they agreed to take her with them if she would make herself useful.

With them Eironwen went on a chaotic and often confusing journey through Middle-Earth for many years, sometimes not even knowing where exactly they were at. The travelling folk worked as tinkerers and curiosity vendors, sometimes as hired help on farms, smithies and inns wherever they went. Eironwen saw many things and people she had never even heard of before but her overwhelming curiosity and wish for knowledge made her able to adjust to many different situations.

One thing she quickly learned though - everywhere she went she had to work hard for a living, much as her parents had always taught her. Scholars, minstrels and loremasters of course wanted compensation for their lessons and often Eironwen had to pass by a chance of learning because she had no money left to pay them. Yet after a while she realized how much experience and knowledge she gained from travelling with her little group and the hard work slowly seemed less of a burden and more of a chance to learn. (She would never have believed how many recipes for cooking she could learn from the people at the places they travelled through, nor what strange crops were growing on farms far away from Rohan.)

Finally the group of travelling folk got to Bree, where they stayed longer than usual. To Eironwen Bree was full of exciting and curious people and it seemed that even if she stayed there an entire lifetime she would never be able to learn all the varying lessons the town had to offer. When her companions moved on, she watched them leave with a heavy heart and stayed behind in Bree, feeling a little lost but not hopeless.

At age twenty-three and no longer a child chasing silly dreams of all the knowledge in the world, she now works odd-jobs in and around Bree to finance her life and her lessons - making deliveries and doing small tasks for craftsmen, sometimes working as a scullery-maid or seamstress, sometimes as a farm- or stablehand at the surrounding farms.

With growing worry she listens to the grim stories of travellers passing through and often thinks of home and her family, hoping that they are faring well.