From a very young age, Theinryd Matravers has been fascinated by the myths and legends of Middle-Earth. From the stories of Elven kings long past, to rumoured dragons still hiding in the mountains. Whether fact or fiction, he wanted to know it all. This was his obsession. He would often, as a young lad, arm himself with a knotted wooden stick and reenact great battles from the days of old. Upon the family farm he would spend his free time smiting great foes, usually in the form of bushes or trees, much to his mother's dismay. His father however, Langdon Matravers, had other plans for Theinryd’s future. These plans unfortunately did not include his son becoming a great warrior of renown. 

Langdon Matravers was a very respected farmer of Bree-land, going to great lengths to maintain his reputation. When word reached him from his friends and rivals that his son had been sneaking off to the Prancing Pony Inn at night, to listen to the songs and tales of travelling bards, he was livid. Confronting Theinryd, he demanded that he forsake his foolish dream and put his energy into the family business. Reluctantly, Theinryd obliged, working the land and livestock for many years before a new obsession took hold. 

Theinryd came to the conclusion that if he couldn’t be the warrior he desired, he could instead weave songs as did the bards of whom he ardently admired. Now thirteen years of age, upon visiting the market in Bree he purchased his first lute. It was a battered, tatty old thing. Little did he know that it would become a constant companion in his life. When all his chores were complete, he would sit in the field and practice. Initially he had no idea where to begin, but sheer determination drove him. On every visit to the market, he would visit the Prancing Pony as he did in his youth, this time questioning bards and musicians on cords, notes and how to read sheet music. With this knowledge, he would return to his spot in the field beneath a great oak and practice. Langdon saw this as little more than a hobby, and could not question his son's intentions as the farm was indeed thriving. Therefore, as months turned into years, Theinryd honed his skills and fast became a very gifted musician. 

Upon turning twenty, Theinryd had mastered the lute, flute and fiddle. The locals of Bree would often attend the Matravers family market stall not only to purchase goods, but to hear Theinryd’s music. This worked wonders for business, therefore Langdon who initially protested now encouraged his son. “Did you hear my lads latest?” He’d ask potential customers. “Come by on market day, you’ll be in for a treat!”. Theinryd’s music soon became the talk of the market. This, for better or for worse, fuelled the young lads ambition.

One autumn, now twenty-three years of age, Theinryd and his father were called over to a neighbouring farm, which had been set aflame by brigands. Whilst tackling the fire, Theinryd received a severe burn wound to his left hand, which was thought to be the end of his career. The local healer confirmed this, though Theinryd refused to accept it. Music was now his life, and he would rather perish than give it up. For a year and half, he exercised and trained the afflicted hand, causing him great discomfort. He adopted new techniques whilst playing, considered unorthodox by musician standards but served him well. So unique was his new method of playing that he was able to make his lute sing in a way that baffled other players. Some even came to attempt and learn the technique themselves. 

In the time nursing his wound and being unable to work the farm, Theinryd travelled Bree-Land and beyond in search of inspiration. On his travels, he documented the tales and stories he heard with his healthy hand, which would later be turned into song. He produced some of his finest work in this time, which was later put into practice a year later when he began to play again. 

Years past, bringing us to the present day. Theinryd, soon to become thirty years old, continues to help the family business but now entirely in a musical capacity. He travels far and wide in search of further inspiration, driven by his thirst for knowledge. Though not the warrior he initially aspired to be, he takes great pleasure is rousing the spirits of others in a different way, inspiring them with his talent.