Hrera was rather cool. She isn’t a Dragonish or shrewish MIL, but she is rather intimidating.

Over time, however, she began to realise: Fris is clever. VERY clever. And sensible, and compassionate. Fris is, in fact, the perfect counterbalance to her sometimes-impulsive, brave, passionate son. She began to approve heartily of Fris, and even to love her (though for years Fris had no idea, and wondered sometimes if Hrera liked her at all).

Fris didn’t understand why her family goggled at her when Hrera gave her a set of silver clasps for her nameday, made by the Queen’s own hand… and then proceeded to braid them into Fris’ fine, wheat-blond hair. That’s Hrera’s preferred show of soft affection, after all. At the time, Fris had no idea, and sat quietly and slightly nervous as Hrera bound her hair and beard with silver and sapphires.

Hrera adores her grandchildren. ADORES THEM. She was a very doting grandmother. She was absolutely astonished that Fris was able to have three kids within so few years – three children would be quite a large family by Dwarven standards Bombur is an outlier and should not have been counted 😉. And with each little baby she fell deeper in love with being a grandmother. Thorin and Dis were both very like the Durin side of the family – they held grudges, they were headstrong and stubborn, with dark looks and reserved expressions that concealed an absolute whirlwind of passionate emotion. But Frerin was more like Fris in spirit – and more like the warm, generous, demonstrative Broadbeams she remembered from her youth.