Grozin Firebeard

There are four moments in the life of the noble and proud dwarf Shaik Firebeard, where you could have seen him in a nervous state: the births of his children. The youngest of them being his son Grozin. Born on an early sunday morning in which the sun played a mesmerizing game with the dew, gracefully entangling the three tops in the ontherwise so doomly lit mountains.

Ask Grozin about what he remembers the most from his youth, he will answer you without any doubts: 'My brother Logan's headbutts. Whenever I pulled his hair as a baby or pulled his leg when we were older, he would immediately slam his head home. And believe me, the force of these blows would make any evil dunlending run like hell. So I had to acquire knowlegde about healing herbs at a very young age.'

Grozin's charm and wisdom came in handy during his growth in West Arda. No foul creature of the night was spared during those early days. Dead Man's Dike fell to the wrath of this Firebeard boy and trolls and orcs near Rivendell still shiver at the thought of the dwarven Ranger who raged over their caves and camps.

Moving to East Arda was a long and quiet road for Grozin. He took his time learning and blending in. Into new and unknown as well as familiar and known places. And off course he joined the Baruk Khazad-dum, as all Firebeards pledge their loyalty to the King under the Mountain. For returning the dwarven race to their rightfull home is one of the most important Firebeard missions. No means will be spared to reach that goal. It will be done ruthlessly but always with sincere hearts.

Under the wings of his brother and his uncle Relg Firebeard, Grozin grew in the Erebor society. As he became older and more experienced he finally entered the council. Now Arda is changing and many of his family and friends are long gone. Resting under the mountain of which Grozin even became King. Grozin will stay and help to lead the dwarves safely into a new Era. 'Keep Strong!' is not only only a way to say goodbye between the dwarves; it is a way of living. But even a former King sometimes lingers for the old days. So if you hear Grozin humm, listen carefully to the words of a sad song:

Shiny, shiny, shiny rings of fire
Faded out, times grow dark
Shaik and Relg and Logan don't forget them
I'll strike the evils to cure my heart

Kiss the ring, the shiny ring of fire
Ring of fire to light the dark.
Axe and mask, the servants be forsaken.
Strike Dwarven Warriors and cure my heart.

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colours made of tears