Ah, Nonnie. *hugs* Good on you for getting the help you need. You’re awesome.
All dwarves are aware of their dark-names from a very young age, I think.
Absolutely, I think there would definitely be some Dwarves who have a hard time accepting theirs. For some, it could be mental illness, or a lack of certainty or self-confidence in their identity. Perhaps some of them are intimidated by that promise. Maybe some of them simply don’t like it. And for other Dwarves, that lack of acceptance could be due to their circumstances.
For instance, Thror’s dark-name is Umùhud-zaharâl. It means ‘Builder of Glory’. And it must have felt utterly impossible to live up to when he was young. He’d lost everything – his parents, his brother, his home. The young King of a houseless people, once more wandering the world looking for a place.
And then he did build glory. He re-took Erebor, and it was magnificent, a palace and a home that lived on in song. He would have felt like he was fulfilling his purpose at last. Providing for his people in peace and plenty, ensuring their protection and wealth from the smallest child to the eldest greybeard. Building glory, to live on after he had returned to stone.
And then. It was lost. Again.
His dark-name would have felt like a mockery. A cruel taunt. I think it certainly contributed to the overwhelming anger and guilt that led him into the catastrophe at Azanulbizar.
Anyway. Look after yourself, Nonnie. You don’t need a special name to tell you that you’re awesomely brave.
