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Bomris having really nice furniture for the first time ever. Sitting down in a chair that isn’t more sigh and squeak than support. A bed that isn’t far to hard from lack of padding, waking up without a big crick in her back. Having her clothes made new, just for her, instead of buying things second hand or remaking or repairing old things again and again and again.

Ohhhhh :’)

That’s lovely, and very very heartbreaking Nonnie. 

Now I’m imagining Bifur cooking for his mom, and making sure that she gets to enjoy things made with fresh ingredients. Because real, fresh food is such a luxury for many people with limited means. Also giving her all sorts of rarer/more exotic foods. And just. the idea of food safety. It would be such a big deal. No more worrying about where your next meal is coming from. Ori endears himself by getting a bunch of really nice fabric from his parents to give to his mother-in-law.

AUGH NONNIE

Fresh food! Real fresh vegetables, not stored or dried, not last winter’s apples all shrunken and withered, but fresh ones. Soup bones with plenty of meat on them – and you don’t have to reuse them three or four times until they are bleached and dry and bare! Because there are more. There’s more! 

Bomris trying an apricot or a cherry for the first time in her life. Bomris’ eyes widening as she bites into a luxurious pastry covered in jam and cream. “It’s so light,” she would say in astonishment, and Bifur would smile and nod and hand her a glass of real, honest-to-Mahal fruit juice, squeezed that very day.

“Eat up, Amadith, there’s more to follow,” he would say gently.

Once he reached the Halls, Bifur (like many children of poorer parents) did his best to make sure his mom was more appreciated. She got lots of pretty things and stuff to make her more comfortable. Her favorite, however, is having a very large and full pantry – if she is having what she calls a “worrying day” (a reminder of so many years doing without) – she will often go and sit in the pantry and remind herself that she has more than enough.

YES YES YES YES YES *affixes seal of approval*

Being poor is something that affects you for the rest of your life, and you catch yourself making allowances and compromises even when the need for them has been eliminated. 

I love the idea that Bomris would have to develop reminders for herself – there is enough now, there is sufficient, nobody is going to go hungry.

And Bifur would absolutely make sure that his little mother had pretty little things they couldn’t have dreamed of having before. 

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For determamfidd, because the discussion on her blog about Bifur and his parents gave me a lot of feelings. So here’s some Ur family art!

Kifur and Bomris, Bifur’s mum and dad in the early days of their relationship. Bomris is quiet and shy, but I don’t think she’d mind Kifur being all affectionate with her.

Bomris and dwarfling Bifur! Bifur loves his mum. I like to think that that patch of white hair (which is different to where he’s greying as an adult) is just something he has, hence Bomris’s nickname of “little magpie” (which is so cute omg).

jasgfljHSFDLjh CHESS!! SHe is perfect! He is perfect! SO MUCH PERFECT OH MY FREAKING GAWD

Her sweet little smile when Kifur kisses her kjsdflkhgf, and Bifur’s little FACE! *keels over* Yes, I love the idea that the white in his hair came early!! Little Magpie, AUGH

THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! I adore it, and you!!

I just want to hug Bomris and Kifur they sound so lovely. And gosh, how heartbreaking it must have been for them to watch Bifur be so injured, and then to have it happen *again*. The Ur family man, they’ve been through so much :(

I KNOOOOOOW. 

It was horrible. Bomris wrung her hands and cried a lot. Kifur hovered anxiously, weeping into his beard. It was simply awful. 

(There was hope after he seemed to improve, following his second injury. But it slowly dwindled away.)

SO I JUST REALIZED what with all the talk about Bomris that we haven’t seen her interact with Ori! Quiet-poor-tired (but recovering in the Halls) Bomris, meeting her beloved Bifur’s sanmelek, and Ori having known a little of the kind of life she would have had and being naturally shy and stuff and I just think they’d be really good friends??!! And super adorable??!! I can’t stand this fic it’s too much, like a cinnamon roll, too perfect, too pure

*stands up suddenly*

YOU ARE SO RIGHT OMFG I MUST RECTIFY THAT.

(ahhh wow you are super super kind, thank you!!)