​Keithia was born on the road and left on doorstep at her uncle just outside Bree.                            Her uncle a tall man with dark hair and grey eyes a dûnedain hailing from north broken minded settled down just outside Bree away from his brother Keithia's father many years ago. 
He raised her as his own as he had no choice.
He named her Keithia to make it easier for her to blend into the settlement.
It was not uncommon that he made a comment about her pale skin " just like yer mother.."  and called her aew because of her appearance.
He never told her about her father and her roots but she realised when she grew up there were something missing and not to mention his repulsion in being in this situation.
When she tried to bring it up it always ended up badly. It was no uncommon her uncle all of sudden left her alone just for her to find him  in the middle of the fields not sure how he got there.
Some neighbour´s started to whisper and she was unsure how she was going to handle what they told her.
When he was taking his last breath he simply said " Dorontôr" before he passed away and left her with only one thing of the past.  

Keithia is a shy soft hearted nature loving simple lady that was brought up with by her uncle that simply had an mental illness.
She can be most quick witted ,stubborn and silly all depend on the company she is with.       Keithia is single
Her favorite flower is eglantine and loves to paint with colors that reflects the season.
She likes to treasure every wonderful moment life throws at her.
Keithia is the kind of person who like to see the glass being half full instead of being half empty and every day brings something of valuable even if the lesson and experience may be less pleasant.

                                                  
No one will find her reside at the Prancing Pony .
She can be located in the fields that surrounds Bree now and then.
She does visit Bree now and then to do some browsing but that's pretty much it.
If she is having a rotten day either you will find her taking a stroll down to the lake while it looks like she is aiming for a swim or she can also be seen with a bow in her hand walking down the road that leads to the woods while she looks rather annoyed.
As a child she found her way to express her self by her drawings and later on in life she found that writing stories became a window to let go.
It is not uncommon that people even now this days stumbles into her naming animals like her neighbour Mr Applegreens sheep Miss Cotton blossom or when she was younger she saw a toad that she wrote story about Mr Puddlefoot.  

 She does not trust people so easily because of the way she has been treated,she simply like to take her time to determine if the person is sincere before she jumps into conclusion even thought she may appear far to optimistic now and then.
Sometimes she simply just want to believe.
It's not easy to be brought up as a tergil a child of two worlds so yes she is rather used to that people do look down on her , mocking her for not looking or acting like them and being amused on her behalf.
It was not uncommon that she felt ugly as a child so she found it was a lot easier to just be a mere shadow.
A tiny lass with thick curly dark hair that was playing in the woods and talked to animals and living with a nutty uncle.
Later on in life she accepted who she was and received some friends and fell in love once which ended with a broken heart.
She knows her worthiness and whole heartly got no wish for self pity or to be in the company with people who only feel sorry for her so no you won't find her stabbing her self in the eye or throwing her self over a cliff.
The only thing she did in the past was to drink a lot  but it was only because it was one easy way to forget the ugliness life can bring.
Her uncle wanted her to acknowledge the fact of who she was on her father side even thought he refused to discuss the past.
He taught her everything he knew in the art of handling a bow and a sword ,talking Sindarin and above all he taught her to read.

                                                        
She took over her uncles trade and delivering business when he passed away.
She tends to be seen delivering notes and boxes to whoever needs that kind of service.
She can easily be mistaken for being a young boy by the way she appears when she is traveling.
Keithia was brought up and was taught how to cover up her gender.
Worn out filthy traveling cloths bandages and not taking a bath does the trick.                            She got something written on her back along with a deep scar that seems to cover her left leg and can only be seen in certain outfits.
Her voice is warm and soft.
Keithia can be seen with a brush behind her ear and wearing dresses made of cotton and linen when she is not traveling.

   ~ a drawing in her notebook she made from a special rose that she was once given ~

    * a lovely day out in the forest with shadowly nature creatures lurking in the mist*

                (( one of many paintings :) and this one served as a background for awhile))

((Here is more of her stories from her past. The rest is written down in notebooks safely stored away in the attic :) Perhaps i will publish those one day along with the paintings *someone who has been around for 8 years with the same story and same character* http://theredcompany.shivtr.com/journals/26129 ))