My Amad always told me the story of a brave dwarven King who led his people to safety. Who built a home from the ground Who was a strong warrior that fought with a mighty sword I always wished that he was my father. Who would of thought my dream coming true. Or A story where a blue eyed mercenary becomes the 15th member of the company of Thorin Oakenshield. -Main story on Wattpad find by Princexzenith-
Haraldur Durin/Oakenshield/Silver
Age: 83
Hair colour: Black
Hair length: mid length, shaggy with dwarven braids at the bottom (think of Harry potters hair in the goblet of fire)
Eyes: Blue
Beard: Stubble
Tattoos: On left fore arm, number: 20255
On right would be a sleeve tattoo
Basically imagine Fili but black with dark blue outline and a leather jacket underneath the coat.
He has a small silver hoop earring in each ear.
A silver solider tags around his neck at all times, with his name and rank on it.
Silver ring with blue stone on his right index finger, gold ring with durin crest on his left thumb, and silver ring with swirl ish design on right ring finger.
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Hi this is my first story on wattpad, I decided to move this story on here as well. I can't move the pictures from there to here so I hope I can explained the best I can.
If you have any opinions or if I made any mistakes please let me know
Thank you for reading and bye 👋👋