| Name | Samwise ‘Hello’ Gamgee. |
| Strengths | Easy-goingness. Culinary mastery, though with no (as of yet) opportunity to demonstrate this to fellow Middle earthlings. Greetings expertise. |
| Weaknesses | Tendency to stray from the path, both actually and figuratively. Has been known to sulk. A bewildering appreciation of Mordor’s foulest brew. Often "gives it a miss". |
| Dress code accuracy | Six out of ten. Admirable embracing of second generation cloak material. Has been known to don the uncouth clothing of the 4th Age, of an evening. Once embarked on a confused crusade to rid himself of his true character, though was turned back at the last. |
| Favourite beer | Only ever uttered in the dark tongue of Mordor, and is not allowed to defile the hallowed pages of this website. |
| Alcohol tolerance | A steady six out of ten. Will switch between the company of mighty pint drinkers and much lower consumption rate of fey hobbits, as he sees fit. |
| Female repelance | Moderate. Ladies of a certain cut can find his wistful charms mildly seductive. |
| Character toughness | Flint-like. Always prefers a sleeping bag with Merry, despite the temptation of Messrs Took’s and Deepdelver’s pink sheets. Still lives with his parents Hamfast and Bell, though. |
| Magic skills | Limited, though still manages to resist the One Ring. His famous gay shoes, though not in themselves magic, do tend to cast a spell of some sorts. Has been known to stray into the world of the wraiths and become partly invisible. |
| Bare footedness (hobbits only) | A rarity, at best. |
| Heroism | Almost without peer. Possesses a stalwart ruggedness that only an infinite dream-state fall through the Balrog-accursed bowels of the underworld can imbue. The lethal point on the end of his staff is rightly feared by all dark creatures. |
| Tobacco skills | Disappointing. Has been seen to suck on an unlit 9-incher, for the benefit of the camera. Once blew a ghoulish smoky apparition of Mordor's worst brew which although undoubtedly skilful, should not count as a positive thing. And anyway, he was probably under the evil influence of orc mischief-making. |
| Summary | An immensely companionable and (usually) jolly hobbit, who likes to keep his Middle Earth friends on tenterhooks, as to whether ot not he intends to continue his involvement in the joy of the Holidays. We all think he's toying with us, really, for to depart the ever-awaiting Path would bring a great sadness and a critical imbalance to Fellowship harmony. His erstwhile support for local bakeries (Hibberts: now closed) is almost as legendary as the exotic and disturbing content of his vivid dreams. An essential and much-appreciated participant. |