Grandfather – Adnir Goldhammer

Yet not much known about him, only that at year TA-2793, with his clan, the Stiffbeards, he followed the rallying call of Longbeards and joined a great war of the Dwarves and Orcs. 

In the year TA-2798 he was badly injured in the tunnels deep within Misty Mountains and died 3 years later, with no regrets, knowing that the war was over and his son, Adnor, stayed alive.

Father – Adnor Swifthand

At the time of great war of the Dwarves and Orcs he was only 53 y.o, barely had any beard at all, but still he fought fiercely all those long years, when his father was injured it has not shattered his will but time of sorrow was yet to come.

After the war was over in TA-2799, most of the clans, or what was left of them, returned to their homelands, most of them… It is still a mystery for me to solve as to why my father decided to stay, but he did. He settled in Iron Hills, was peacefully working as a miner and weaponsmith though he was considered an outsider and never received a warm welcome.

I was born in TA-2872 at that time my father was already 132 years old. At that time he was already known as good weaponsmith in Iron Hills. Next 40 years were filled with endless exercises in axe fighting and constant attempts of my father to share his secrets of weaponsmithing.

Year TA-2912, my 40-th birthday was marred by strange gossips from the west about the troubles befallen on the land called Shire. Despite my stubbornness and curiosity, I remained with questions only.

Year TA-2941. November. Silence bestowed upon halls of Iron Hills. Everyone was nervous, but we knew what would be next. Almost 400 dwarves marching out to Erebor. My father was almost 200 y.o, his face gazed out at me from under the helmet, his eyes as bleak as the winter sky, I suppose at that time he knew that was his last war.

Year TA-2951. It is frightening how war can change everything. Clouds were gathering in the South and I decided not to stay in Erebor for a long time as nothing holds me there anymore. Therefore, I began my journey to the west and at that time, I had no idea where it leads me to, but I knew one thing – in dark times good axe will always have a price.