Balin son of Fundin

Balin son of Fundin, at your service! I was born in the year 2763 of Third Age to royal line of Durin. I am proud to be part of the company of Thorin Oakenshield and a quest to reclaim Erebor, the Lonely Mountain back to our kind. //Balin's up for rps with anyoneThrow me a message and I'll see what I can do.//

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Santa Balin 

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Reblog if you are proud of your URL

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Thorin is baconlicious

"You know me well, stranger. Have we met?"

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"Aye, we have indeed."

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// Oh wow, this blog is almost 1 year old!

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"Good evening." "Yes. Yes, it is. Though, I think it might rain later."

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“Open the damn door!”

"What is the matter, laddie?" Balin muttered, frowning, as soon as he had gotten the door open. He had been sleeping, like most of the ordinary folk at night and he could not help but wonder what was Thorin on about. He just wanted it to be something unimportant so he could crawl back under the warm covers and get a good night sleep.

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"Balin…" Thorin let out a relieved breath, his eyes a little lost. "I have…made a grave mistake." 

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"Mistake? On what?" a frown furrowed the white eyebrows as Balin eyed the one before him. It was indeed strange that Thorin had arrived to his doorsteps at this hour, seeming so very concerned. Balin rubbed his own, sleepy face with his hand, shoving off the last drops of sleep

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"I do not wish to speak of it in the open…" he helped himself into Balin’s house, assuming that it would be alright with his old friend (whether or not he was right). "It is… " Thorin ran his face over his hand, trying to find the words. "The elf king…Thranduil I…"

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So Balin stepped aside, of course letting his friend enter. He moved next to the dim, dying fire in the fireplace and offered Thorin a seat. "Yes? What of the Woodland King, Thorin?" the younger blinked curiously, leaning forward toward his king.

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“Open the damn door!”

"What is the matter, laddie?" Balin muttered, frowning, as soon as he had gotten the door open. He had been sleeping, like most of the ordinary folk at night and he could not help but wonder what was Thorin on about. He just wanted it to be something unimportant so he could crawl back under the warm covers and get a good night sleep.

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"Balin…" Thorin let out a relieved breath, his eyes a little lost. "I have…made a grave mistake." 

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"Mistake? On what?" a frown furrowed the white eyebrows as Balin eyed the one before him. It was indeed strange that Thorin had arrived to his doorsteps at this hour, seeming so very concerned. Balin rubbed his own, sleepy face with his hand, shoving off the last drops of sleep

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Dwalin & Balin

Balin was a dwarf leader, Thorin’s right hand and Bilbo’s best friend on their quest to regain the Lonely Mountain. Dwalin was his younger brother, both sons of Fundin.

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You are worth every word of love. Worth every good deed, worth every smile, every tear of joy. You are worth the suns rays and the warm air, you are worth the happiness and the laughter. You are worth everything good and beautiful. Give everyone and anyone this message, go to random blogs, someone you don’t even know, stretch your ask limit, anon or not, tell them they are worth it. Because the world needs more love.

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so apparently fefe and räven didn’t want me to stop spamming so if anyone gets tired of these they can tell THEM to make me stop hhahhhhahh gjhgjg here’s a double doodle

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"Why are you wearing that?"

"Oh.. This?" Balin nodded towards a blue ribbon peeking out of the sleeve of his jacket. "Well.. 'Tis a good luck charm from a friend."

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And so it begins..