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So what happens to dwarfs who find their One, but they aren’t their One’s One (wow that was awkward phrasing)? Better question, What happens when a dwarf learns they are some one’s One, but they don’t love them the same, ore already have a One. I’m p sure threesomes are out with how jealous dwarves are… I could just see that tearing someone apart though, knowing they are loved and essentially dooming the other to a life of solitude…

From the LOTR Appendices (dang they are bloody handy)

“

For Dwarves
take only one wife or husband each in their lives, and are jealous, as in all matters of
their rights. The number of dwarf-men that marry is actually less than one-third. For
not all the women take husbands: some desire none; some desire one that they
cannot get, and so will have no other. As for the men, very many also do not desire
marriage, being engrossed in their crafts.”

So, if we ignore the gendering of Dwarves here, you can assume that if a Dwarf wants someone who cannot or will not return their affection, they will have no other (which really sucks, tbh – Tolkien you are a meanie.)

Gimli was actually preparing to do this. He was ready to devote his life to the axe because he couldn’t have Legolas – or so he thought. 

Nobly-meant, self-sacrificing, dramatic and stupid gestures really run in the Line of Durin, I guess!

As a sex-repulsed asexual I really appreciate you not including the boinkaboink in the main body of Sansukh. (Although like the previous anon I would still read it and skim because Sansukh is amazing it has ruined me)

No problems, Nonnie! It’s precisely why I am keeping the rating where it is: for a large variety of reasons, many people out there simply don’t want to read it. It’s an easy thing to do to just pop it in a little one-shot for those who do!

I have read fanfiction on and off for over a decade now, and in all that time, I’ve never read the porn. Occasionally, a story has moved me so much that I’ve read it despite it’s having porn and skimmed through the porn scenes. But dammit if the flirting in your chapter 36 preview hasn’t made me consider reading the porn, just to see more of the lovely, lovely Sansûkh. You’re writing is truly a gift.

AWWWW THANK YOU. You are so very kind! What a pair of flirty dorks, I am thrilled you enjoyed them!

(welp, the smut hasn’t really made too much of an impact yet, hahaha probably because half the cast is dead. I wrote a Dwalin/Orla oneshot which is by FAR more focused upon intimacy rather than hot ‘n’ steamy raunchiness. Apart from that, I haven’t actually written anything rated Teen+ (as yet)! 

And just to reassure you, Nonnie: the rating for Sansukh is NOT going to change. So if you prefer to continue to avoid the boinkaboink it will be separately published, in the Appendices.)

Hey dets, just wondering really quick. Some dwarves at a pretty young age seem to have a good idea of which gender(s), if any, they are attracted to (I’m thinking of the young dwarrow that had a crush on Gimli at the beginning). If those dwarrows have a One, will their One be of the gender(s) they are attracted to? Or could it possibly be that all dwarves are pansexual/romantic, excluding dwarves like Dori, who are asexual/aromantic?

No predestined soul-mates, sorry! I couldn’t ignore the whole no-choices/no-free-will aspect of them. Dwarves fall in love ONCE, and that is why I refer to their love as a ‘One’ – no divinely intended partners here. If a Dwarf is in a position where they feel they have to walk away and perhaps find love elsewhere, they can.

Ahahahaha, darling little Alfur and his crush on Gimli. Alfur is as bi as they come, btw. He ends up married to a Dwarrowdam named Geri (hard G, btw, like ‘garden’ – not to be confused with Jeri!)

So the gender of the person the Dwarf is attracted to/falls in love with is an aspect of their sexuality, just as for anybody in our world. Some Dwarves know their sexuality early, some take more time to figure it out. 

The sexytimes helm is extremely phallic. Somebody gave it to him as a joke and he kind of..hides it in the back of the helm closet and pretends it doesn’t exist

PFFFFFFFTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

ohgod ohno

what if Bomfris finds it one day

she’d just burst into peals of ugly-snort laughter, tears rolling down her face

the Stonehelm would be red from hairline to his toes, face buried in pillow: “please stop it. Please. It was a gift, I didn’t. Please, Bomfris. PLEASE STOP.”

Bomfris would totally throw it at him, still laughing her arse off.

(but? the next time they get down an’ busy, he totally reaches under the bed and jams it on his head and waggles his eyebrows. Bomfris laughs so hard they roll onto the floor with a giant THUMP, waking the baby. 

Down the hall Thira makes a note to install sound-proofing).

It’s been a while since we heard about Mr. Dets, how has he been? How is he with the dwarfling?

He’s good! He’s been very busy with work lately, which blows. But he loves his job (mostly)! So that’s good!

He ADORES her. She has to be the most kissed baby in the entire universe. They have special time together when he gets home from work. Sometimes they go out, down to the waterside, for a walk in the pram or baby-carrier. 

He holds her hands, his back hunched over, so that she can walk around the house. She loves to walk, though she’s nowhere near doing so on her own! She’s cruising – holding onto the furniture – and about three seconds away from crawling. Which is actually really frustrating for her. So many limbs to organise! Mobility is only SECONDS AWAY – if only this stupid second foot would sort itself out! 

Mr Dets will get down on the rug with her and help her play with her toys. He blows raspberries on her tummy, and she laughs like a loon. He also loves to spin her above his head – that results in some pretty hilarious baby-cackling!

It’s his turn to bathe her tonight. ❤

If it’s not spoilers, what sort of courting gifts does Bomfris give Thorin 3? Because her main “craft” seems to be working with the ravens? Like, does she give him woodworking things? Or maybe food?

Not a spoiler, nope! 

Okay, v briefly, here is the ‘Meet a Dwarrowdam’ bio for Bomfris

Bomfrís daughter of Alrís

Bomfrís is the eighth child of Bombur and Alrís (the entire list, in order, is: Barís Crystaltongue, Barum, Barur Stonebelly, Bomfur, Bolrur,Bofrur, Alfur, Bomfrís, Alrur, Alfrís,
Bibur and Albur) and the middle
daughter of three. Her hair is the light ginger of her father, but she
resembles her mother otherwise, with her large brown eyes and merry smile.
Growing up she was often solitary by choice, as she felt ignored and swamped by
her horde of siblings, and eclipsed by the musical talent of her famous eldest
sister Barís and cooking abilities of her older brother Barur. She grew to
enjoy her solitude and freedom, and often roamed beyond Erebor to be beneath
the sky. She befriended the ravens of the Mountain, and is one of the Dwarrows who tends to them. She first took up the bow, an unpopular weapon
amongst Dwarves, when she was small and saw the noted knife-thrower and archer
Mizim daughter of Ilga (mother of Gimrís and Gimli Elf-Friend, wife of Glóin)
bringing down a great horned owl that threatened the ravens’ nests. She then
begged Mizim to teach her. Her skill was not at first apparent, but she worked
hard until she improved. Eventually she outstripped her mentor to become the
finest shot in Erebor, and leader of the small group of archers in the
Ereborean army. Blunt, socially inept, often abrasive, prickly and fiery, Bomfrís is often
quick to take offense. However, she is loyal and unwavering in all her loves
and convictions, and is also likely to be the first one to come to the defence
of others.

Bomfris is an archer by ‘trade’ – and outside war-time and archery practice, she spends a lot of time out and about upon the former Desolation. Tuac will accompany her, perched on her shoulder. Bomfris will use the raven’s keener eyesight to spy out possible prey. She hunts game: deer, birds and the like, and often brings them back to her famous brother Barur Stonebelly for roasting.

One of her more uh, memorable courting gifts to her beloved, Crown Prince Thorin Stonehelm, was a whole (uncooked) stag, a massive 13-point old buck. 

She actually thumped it down onto the table before him, and beamed at him over the carcass. “For you,” she said, and wiped her sweaty forehead. “Don’t kiss me yet, though – I’m a bit rank. I stink of deer.”

Thorin was a bit wide-eyed and speechless, but he kissed her anyway ❤

(Thankfully, he was fond of venison. And those impressive antlers he attached to his helm, to bring him luck in battle.)