[center][h2][color=999999]Thurin Stoutarm[/color][/h2][/center]

Thurin looked about, chewing a bit on his beard. "[color=999999]Well, this certainly does accommodate me more than the open air. I've not been inside a proper dwelling in far too many nights.[/color]" Thurin said. He gazed about as Ofnir illuminated the hall with his magical staff. Then again, he still felt a bit uneasy, and when he heard this was wrought by Elves he knew that was the cause of it. He plopped down, and muttered that Ofnir was being loud himself. "[color=999999]Why must I contemplate the riddles of Elves?[/color]" he said to himself aloud. He was well and truly stuck, however. "[color=999999]I suppose the only Elves I know of are the Noldor. I doubt the caverns travel toward what they represent, just the right path in general?[/color]" He looked to the others, wondering their thoughts, then gave a 'bah' and went back to his own grumblings and lamentations. He knew little of Elves and their ways, but Noldor would be his choice.