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Glimar

Glimar Dourbeard

Name Glimar
Status
Deleted
Occupation
Bum
Age
117
Race
Dwarf
Residence
Somewhere in Middle Earth where he can find a good spot for a campfire and his bedroll
Kinship
none
Outward Appearance

Glimar is a middle-aged dwarf. His natural greyish beard and hair are braided with some simple iron ring accessories. His frostbitten nose is slightly deformed due to an unlucky fist fight in his youth. Cheeks are equally frostbitten, a result of living in the cold snowcapped mountains surrounding the Vale of Thrain. His eyes resemble the colour of polished steel and are always alert for possible dangers, be it wild animals or Longbeard hotheads.

Physically he ought to be as strong as any dwarf but lack of a proper diet lately has led to his appearance having a slight gaunt look. The recently acquired surcoat and mail are in good order but his spare clothes are worn, patched and coming apart in the seems. A distinct smell of fish, ale and sweat usually accompany this dwarf, unless he's taken one of his rare baths. Some would say he's a bum and that's pretty much what he is. By circumstance rather than choice though.

Background

Glimar is a Dourhand. Or was one, is perhaps more accurate. He was born in the Blue Mountains during the rule of Thorin Oakenshield. He idolized his king as his rule was fair, for both Longbeard and Dourhand. When Thorin and his company of dwarfs left, things started to go sour. The steward appointed, Gorm Doursmith, and his mismanagement soon led to widespread poverty. Poor mining methods led to a radical drop in mining yield. Not to mention abundant toxic waste that poisoned the water. Rumours festered. Some say Thorin took with him all the gold and gems when he left. An increasingly hostile environment led to the exodus of the remaining Longbeards.

Glimar's father Glúmir was appointed Lord of the Sarnur keep. All sorts of foul things gathered in the depth of Sarnur during his reign. Orcs, goblins, trolls and worse. Glimar could simply not believe the vicious rumours about Thorin Oakenshield. He could not abide an alliance with orcs. After a fallout with his father he fled to the mountains to escape his fathers wrath.

There he endured and matured until the day Lord Dwalin came to Thorin's hall. Fearing the threat of open war, Glimar returned to Sarnur to reason with his father. There he learned that Gorm Doursmith had been slain, and the hostilities had already begun. After a lengthy and fierce argument with his father, he openly refused to fight. In Glimar's mind, the Longbeards and Lord Dwalin are the rightful rulers of Thorin's hall. His refusal to fight led to his exile.

Stripped of his armour, disowned and ridiculed, he was thrown out of Sarnur by the guards. With goblins snickering and poking him with spears, he was forced down the Orodost stairs. Thus began his years as an outcast.

 

(( Banner image from Lotro, edited by me))

Friends
Not many...
Relatives
Glúmir (father) , Dísmelda (mother) , Galmi (grandfather)
Rivals/Enemies
Glúmir
Loves
Stories about Thorin Oakenshield, freshly cooked fish, playing the fiddle and above all ALE
Hates
Greed and hoarding gold. To be without ale for any period of time. He is rather suspicious of elves. He simply can't understand their peculiar ways
Motivation
To have food and ale at the end of the day.
Quotes
"Come little fishies, come to uncle Glimar so I can fry you in butter with some mushrooms... " "Hm...where's the Inn?" To his pony: "Behave Stinky, or you'll end up in the sausage maker!"

Glimar's Adventures

Lothlorien notes 6 years 4 months ago
Beyond the Eastern Gate 6 years 4 months ago
Beyond the Doors of Durin 6 years 7 months ago
Into Eregion 6 years 8 months ago
In Rivendell of all places 6 years 9 months ago
Glimar's Adventures

Glimar's Gallery

Glimar's Gallery