
Henna Lightfoot née Took
An elderly lady in her sixties, Henna is recently widowed and living in Bywater on her own in what is a large home for just her. She never had any children, but a large number of the local children call her Auntie, since she runs an open house, is dedicated to baking and saves her occasionally sharp tongue for those with no manners.
While she might be elderly and walk with a stick, she goes at a good pace, living up to her name, despite a superabundance of second-breakfasts, elevensies, lunches and high teas with neighbours - she cannot say no to a cake. Or trying out homemade wines.
You might find her pottering in the garden, or genteeling enticing the neighbour's cats inside with offers of a better life. A seamstress by trade, she still keeps her hand in, altering clothes as the waistlines expand, hobbit-fashion, and thus she quite likes spinning, knitting and embroidery as hobbies, too. But if a nephew wanted to take her out for a ride on his trap, she'd be quite willing to go, (with a travelling rug and a full hamper) especially if she can see the Big Water. Quite unnaturally for a hobbit, she loves to see flowing water and has even made the big journey west to the coast to see the Elven ships depart more than once.
The second child of Brando and Marjoram Took, Henna was a surprise arrival, since they hadn't known they were having twins. Her brother, Hugo, no more than ten minutes older, was her closest confidante in their early years and they have remained close ever after. Their other siblings, four younger girls - Clover, Bluebell, Fern and Lavender, were all very much mothered by their big sister, although have since become mothers themselves to growing families.
She married her sweetheart, Tolman (Tom) Lightfoot, after he pursued her with flattering but bumbling dedication after a dance on the Lawn in her seventeenth summer. They lived in Michel Delving for many years, before travelling back to be nearer to her own family in Tuckborough, in nearby Bywater. Tom died before the terrible events of 3019, and she was glad for him to have never have seen such times, though she misses him awfully on lonely evenings.