I am born in Erebor. I lived peacefully with my parents. My father was a miner and my mother took care of me. I was working in the mines for 5 years. When my king Thráin II found the Arkenstone, everything went wrong. I went to the army with my father to serve my king and our castle. Three years later, suprisingly without a warning we were besieged by Azog. It was a very hard battle. But we got reïnforcements from the Elves, so we were not afraid. When the elves arrived, they only watched. We were outnumbered by the orcs. I lost too many friends cause of Azog. My king died, but Azog was killed by Thorin Oakenshield. Me, my mother and father went to the south finding new life in Gondor. I heard that Azog survived the fight. I couldn’t believe it. I was so mad that I went back to the north alone. While travelling back to Erebor i got captured by a group of orcs. They took me hostage for about for some weeks. One day I woke up by screaming people. The orc camp was getting attacked by soldiers of Rohan. After the battle I got free and went back to my parents. I asked the soldiers where they were going. They said that they were reinforcing Minas Tirith, where my parents lived. When I arrived I saw from a distance nothing but smoke. When I arrived I immediately searched for my parents, but I couldn’t find them. I was lost. Now I am wandering trough Middle-Earth. Finding a new home.
