Flit lived in Minas Tirith with three older sisters, two older brothers, and her parents. One day, a friend entered their house to find the entire family murdered except for the 7 year old Flit. Her mother had heard the clash of swords outside and had used the seconds remaining to hide her youngest child, Flit, before the murderers broke in. Flit was still there, huddled in the corner when the friend found her.The friend brought Flit home with him. for a a year, Flit did not talk and barely ate. All she did was cry, staring straight ahead and clasping her mother’s necklace in her hand as tears flowed down her cheeks. Slowly she recovered, and regained her sunny attitude, though inside she was crying. She asked the friend if she might leave to find her family’s killers when she was only 9. The friend refused, but Flit snuck out with her pony and her dog and ran away. First she went to Bree, and not finding anything, became a pickpocket. Soon her better side won her over again and she left to explore Middle-Earth, her natural curiosity and the thought of revenge for her famiy’s death driving her on.