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“This is all beginning to have the smell of fate’s hand, Night Elf. Your discovery is what remains of my armor, long ago cast off in a fit of grief and left to the elements. Only the sons of Hodir are capable of its reforging, for they are its original creators. Perhaps you’ve done enough to soften their hatred of me. Seek out their king, Jokkum, if he still breathes.
Find your way into his good graces and plead for his assistance.”
-Thorim
You are to go to Dun Niffelem and ask King Jokkum to allow Thorim‘s armor to be reforged. After completing Jokkum’s task, you are to speak with Njormeld in Dun Niffelem.
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Quest Giver: Thorim — Temple of Storms, Storm Peaks [34, 46]
Objective: Go to Dun Niffelem and ask King Jokkum to allow Thorim’s armor to be reforged. After completing Jokkum’s task, speak with Njormeld in Dun Niffelem.
Quick Facts
Walkthrough
Accept the Quest from Thorim
Fly to Dun Niffelem
Complete the Fjorn’s Anvil Side Quests
Turn In Forging an Alliance
Efficiency Tips
Lore Context
Thorim’s decision to seek the Sons of Hodir’s help is a major moment of reconciliation.
He asks forgiveness from King Jokkum for the harm he caused the frost giants when, in a rage over Sif’s murder, he hurled his hammer Krolmir at King Arngrim (Jokkum’s predecessor). That explosion created Thunderfall and shattered the alliance between Thorim and the frost giants for centuries.
Fjorn’s Anvil being transported to Dun Niffelem is a permanent change to the settlement. The anvil becomes a fixture where the Hot and Cold daily is based going forward.
Explore the Storm Peaks’ hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Storm Peaks Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
Vikstone's War JournalFor the first time since I’d met him, Thorim smiled.

“This is all beginning to have the smell of fate’s hand,” he said. “Your discovery is what remains of my armor, long ago cast off in a fit of grief and left to the elements. Only the sons of Hodir are capable of its reforging, for they are its original creators. Perhaps you’ve done enough to soften their hatred of me. Seek out their king, Jokkum, if he still breathes. Find your way into his good graces and plead for his assistance.”
Fate’s hand.
There is a crone in Brunnhildar who set me on this road. Whatever hand is in this, I have shaken it, and it did not belong to fate.
So I went down and asked a frost giant king for a favor on behalf of the man who made war on his people, and he granted it. Then his smith spent a day working at a dead enemy’s anvil, putting a suit of armor back together out of what Thorim had thrown away.
“It would seem that I have refined my technique considerably,” Njormeld said. “That, or the legends surrounding this anvil are true. This suit of armor is superior to the last, and took less material to create.”
Better than the original, out of less material than the original took.
“With the excess, I was able to fashion you a little something as payment for your assistance.”
Thorim had allies again, which meant everything he had let rot for those centuries was now his problem to reclaim, starting with A New Beginning.