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One of my favorite things about re-reading Sansukh (to heal my wounded soul after watching BotFA again) is seeing new and beautiful fanart appear in various chapters. It’s such a treat.

Every now and then I race around and ask people if they would mind me embedding their art in the story, properly linked and sourced of course. And so, it keeps growing and growing, hahaha!

I am always utterly floored and so, so grateful. There is some completely stunning work! There aren’t enough words in the world for me to properly convey my total EPIC FLAILY AMAZEMENT.

I am imagining Hrera and Forra bonding over tea. Because Forra is a tea person. So many embarrassing-baby-Thror stories were told in the years after Hrera entered the Halls. Also Dain 1 might like fiddle knitting? And so Thrain has a cuddly blanket his grandpa made him. And (durin-blue) socks to help keep him warm ;)

OH MY GOODNESS HAHAHAHA

I just realised I have never given anyone anything about Forra! And I like her so much ❤

Forra is a heck of a Dwarrowdam. She was poor. Very poor. Bombur-and-Bofur poor, in fact. The kind of poor that never really lets go of a person. She instilled a little of that urgency in all of her children, actually – she didn’t mean to, but that kind of thing bleeds through and children are perceptive. She was probably the most earthy Queen the Dwarves have ever had. She looked like a mine full of diamonds all dressed in her full regalia, of course – but wouldn’t hesitate to roll up her dazzling sleeves and hitch up her jewel-studded skirts (and tuck them into her drawers!) to help birth a litter of piglets, or help an old Dwarf with their washing, soap-suds soaking her arms to the elbows and staining the silk.

The conservative element that so protested Dis’ marriage to Vili had not yet arisen. That was more a matter of timing, than anything. After three exiles from as many homes, the newly-homeless Council in Ered Luin were clinging even more tightly to very rigid tradition, trying desperately to hold onto a sense of continuity in the face of disaster. 

In Forra’s day, however, things were somewhat more relaxed. 

Dain I met her utterly by accident, while he pretended to be someone else (a habit of his). It wasn’t too hard to figure out who ‘Danin’ really was, though. Forra played along, though she had to shake her head at times. I mean really. It was blindingly obvious that this Dwarf didn’t know a damned thing about living in the poorer quarters of the Grey Mountains. 

She swears like a trooper, Forra. She doesn’t have an elegant bone in her body. She will kick anyone’s arse – heck, she’ll kick her own arse. And absolutely, Forra would definitely drink tea! Hot, sweet tea please, with plenty of milk. And she’ll have it in a battered old tin tankard. 😉

Hrera would have been utterly dismayed by her at first. And then she would have recognised that for all their external differences, they are very very alike. Forra just wears a very different sort of armour.

And so Hrera would sip tea from her porcelain cup, and Forra from her tankard, and they would chat amicably (and Hrera would ignore all the swearing, and Forra would ignore all the prim fussing). Because as different as they seem? Here’s a Dwarrowdam who gets it.

I love the idea that Dain I was a knitter! I bet none of his three kids ever got cold tootsies. ❤

Out of curiosity, do any of your characters have ADD or ADHD?

Yes, actually! Pippin has ADHD, and Bergil has ADD. 

They have a conversation in Chapter 32 about it, in which it is explictly stated. Here is a snippet of it!

“I hate waiting,” grumbled Bergil.

Pippin suddenly smiled. “I do too,” he said. “I get strange impulses now and then – I can’t stay put. The whole world calls to me, and even though a small voice in my head is telling me ‘what a terrible idea, can’t you see that is an awful idea?’ I simply have to investigate. My teachers used to despair of me ever focusing fully upon one thing.”

“Me too!” said Bergil, delightedly. “Although I tend to focus on the things I’m not meant to focus on…”

“There is a well in Moria that agrees with you,” Pippin said, and laughed a little under his breath.

“I don’t know what you meant by that, but adults are strange anyway,” Bergil said after a moment. “What are we waiting for? We could be down at the gate, looking at the soldiers from Pinnath Gelin by now. They have green cloaks, just like our rangers!”

Sorry if it’s personal, but how did you come to figure out you were bisexual? I’ve been questioning my own sexuality a lot recently, and I’m curious how people can decide for sure.

It’s very much a personal thing, Nonnie – not that I’m unwilling to talk about it, but I mean that it is for each person to decide for themselves. Some people prefer the term ‘pansexual’, but I prefer ‘bisexual’ as it is the word I have used to describe myself for 15 years now, and is very much a part of my identity.

I was always aware that I looked at bodies in a very aesthetic sense – decidedly not in a sexual sense – through my years of dance tuition. That included all bodies, regardless of gender. 

I developed quite late – I was at least 16-17 when puberty finally decided to happen! And then I found that my aesthetic attraction had a rather romantic edge as well. Still no sexual attraction. 

It wasn’t until I was around 18 or so, living independently (and, in grand old Australian tradition, drunk as a skunk) that I finally discovered that there was a particular girl at a party that really boiled my potatoes, so to speak! That was a surprise to me. Following that, I had a few relationships with people of differing genders, and found that I was very compatible with all of them, physically speaking. I began to consider myself bisexual.

I met Mr Dets when I turned 20, and fell in love with him maybe three-four months into our relationship. It’s been 13 years now, and I still love and am tremendously attracted to him. I am of the monogamous variety of person, me.

So, there’s a little blurb on me, and how I learned about myself. Your own journey will be different, because you’re the only one who can see into your own desires and choose a word to describe them. I hope my journey is a help to you, Nonnie. Good luck in everything you do *hugs*