Slesa is the name she was given, or so she would say. Cast out by her Grandfather as a lost cause and a sorry excuse for a Hobbit she fled to Ered Luin. Finding comfort among the hardiness of the Dwarves, she felt more at home there than she ever did in the Shire. As time past and she learned of her Grandfather falling to the curse of old age, she decided to return home to pick up the pieces. Despite their differences Slesa missed the Shire and still gave off a minor smile when she heard music playing or would spot a Took falling over his own feet. She may not have been what hobbits would expect from a hobbit, but a hobbit she is. Slesa now finds some comfort spending most of her time outside the common villages, watching the folk as time passes by, doing her part from afar. She acts in solitude, but secretly longs for fellowship.