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Blurb about Thorin Oakenshield and his Northern Goshawk daemon, Tuwa:As a young Dwarf Thorin would watch as Tuwa took form after form, trying every one she could, searching for the one that felt right. The one that she knew would be her. It was not until about the battle at Moria, when he lost both his grandfather and father, that Tuwa finally settled. It took him several days to notice and when he did it was with quite a bit of shock.
"You favour that form," he said as he looked at her, watching her perch upon the foot of the bed.
"I..." She looked away sharply and before she could find some logical reason, a reason other than the truth, he felt it through their bond. His eyes widened and he stared at her.
"I didn't mean to!" Her shriek was loud and her feathers ruffled almost immediately. "I...I just...it was so easy...on the battlefield and...and then I couldn't...you needed me like this and I...I..."
She fell silent when his fingers gently stroked over her back, the touch soothing, even though she felt how unsettled he was by this, her final and truest form. Both knew it was very common for daemons of Elves and Men to take the form of birds but for a Dwarf, a child of mountain stone, it was hardly heard of. Even less heard of in the Durin Line. But, despite his slight disappointed that Tuwa had not settled as a more earth bound creature, Thorin was not truly bothered by her form.
A goshawk, a hunter, was a noble form for a prince's daemon. And she had proven herself strong in this permanent form. Especially in the battle against the Defiler.
A smile, small but warm, graced his face as Tuwa looked at him. "You are my heart and soul," he said softly, still stroking her feathers. "You are perfect."Tuwa
is a Native American Hopi name meaning "earth"