Trader of steel blades
Siggald was born in the Iron Hills in the 2782nd year of the Third Age, and to none outside that land is his Khuzdul name known. Siggald was a merry child, bringing laughter wherever he went and as he grew into adulthood he kept his jovial temperament. The young Dwarf was keen to follow in his father's footsteps and become a smith, but although his work was perfectly serviceable he never showed the artisanal flare his family was known for. He therefore joined the Iron Guard, those warriors entrusted with the protection of trade routes in the north-east of Wilderland. Siggald became skilled with not only the sword and the axe, but also the bow, and he was well liked by his comrades. Never though was he considered for promotion, lacking the serious mind of a captain and being far too fond of ale. As the years passed he began to envy the merchants he defended, wishing for a more comfortable life. At the Battle of the Five Armies Siggald served with distinction, leading a counter-attack that drove the Orcs off the eastern spur of the mountain. He nonetheless lost many friends in the fighting and after the battle he left his people to become a travelling merchant. Blades were his craft and his trade, though he sold only to Men, other Dwarves seeing little merit in his workmanship. After many years he came to Thorin's Halls, where he met Pheili, the steward of a Firebeard lord named Borimi Veinbolt. Looking to settle down, Siggald entered Lord Veinbolt's service, and for nigh on a year he was content in the Ered Luin. Yet misfortune struck and Veinbolt's Company was slaughtered by Orcs in the Rath Teraig, Siggald not being among them at the time. He therefore resumed his travelling, though the roads were becoming increasingly dangerous. In the spring of 3018 he came to the Vale of Andrath, and took shelter with Lord Brychan Forester, an old friend.
None west of the Mountains.
"Ale, mead, lager, stout, cider and... I can't remember what else."
"Orcs, I thought everyone did."
To find peace.
"Hah! Believe me girl, when you are young you never truly tire of reflection. It is only when you get as old as me and your reflection is not as pretty as it once was...", "You say I drink to forget? If only it were so easy."