Thurin Stoutarm
Thurin a regardé, mâchant un peu sa barbe. « Eh bien, cela m'accommode certainement plus que l'air libre. Je n'ai pas été à l'intérieur d'un logement convenable en bien trop de nuits." Thurin a dit. Il regardait comme Ofnir illuminait la salle avec son bâton magique. Puis encore une fois, il se sentait encore un peu mal à l'aise, et quand il entendit que cela était fait par les elfes, il savait que c'était la cause de cela. Il s'est écroulé, et a murmuré que Ofnir était bruyant lui-même. -- Pourquoi dois-je contempler les énigmes des elfes? Il s'est dit à haute voix. Cependant, il était bien et vraiment coincé. "Je suppose que les seuls elfes que je connais sont le Noldor. Je doute que les cavernes aillent vers ce qu'elles représentent, juste le bon chemin en général?" Il regarda les autres, s'interrogeant sur leurs pensées, puis donna une « bah » et retourna à ses propres grondements et lamentations. Il connaissait peu les elfes et leurs voies, mais Noldor serait son choix.
Name: Thurin Stoutarm
Age: 118
Sex: M
Race: Dwarf
Class: Fighter
Equipment: backpack, a week's worth of rations, small tent, whetstone, bandage x 2. A dwarf-made two-handed ax(35), Mail Armor (20) Leather armor over it (15) Saddled Pony, Oil (10), Torch x2 (6), Whetstone (5), Flask (5).
Background story: He was a young Dwarf from the Ironhills when the call to battle reached his hold. He was 40 years old, with a beard that didn't reach his belt, and marched forward to the Battle of the Five Armies. He remembered the elvish arrows and the Orc scimitars, himself felling a few Orcs himself. He helped bury the dead, and held himself both physically and mentally well despite his youth.
He stayed in Erebor to work the mines, and then volunteered for Balin's adventure to Khaza-dum. He was never a heroic dwarf, but he had always been reliable and duty bound. Thurin made his way into the Misty Mountains with Balin and the Dwarven group, before they were attacked by Goblins and Trolls. He was one of the runners sent out to give word they were being attacked, and tried to arrive to Erebor but was cut off from it being attacked by Mordor's forces. He knew he couldn't make it in, so he decided to go back into the Misty Mountains to fight with his brethren, but found them all dead. He had been wandering ever since, looking for a way to atone for his failings.