Bielik is one of the Stout-Axes, Dwarves that were born in Mordor to put it simply, though he isn't old enough to know true Dwarven tradition or even the Khuzdul language he more than makes up for it in willpower and sheer physical might.

His story begins in the caves beneath Mordor, working alongside some of Drasa's folk, toiling away with no hope in sight, however a glimmer of hope and freedom seems to be in sight as fighting is heard in the tunnels, the Stout-Axes were revolting, this was his chance, previously his hand was cut off for one of his other escape attempts, but this time he had been more cunning than even the most crafty of goblins. He covered himself in mud from the mining pits and used it as camouflage as he darted from pile of ore to pile of ore, eventually finding himself out of the mines, the hard part of his journey had only begun as he now had to get out of Mordor itself...

Over time he made his way to the Misty Mountains where he took refuge in a cave above Moria, Bielik in his tired state forgot to check if the ground he was on was solid enough to sleep on, his stocky figure falling through the uneven ground into an old Dwarven Ruin, he couldn't make out the strange characters of the language but what he saw was amazing, a gauntlet, made of some kind of high quality metal, covered in runes, he had a feeling that drew him to put it on his arm where his hand was chopped off. Suddenly he could move it as if there was an actual hand there. The next morning he continued his journey to Bree, there he would find a way and a party of trustworthy dwarves to liberate his kin down in Mordor...