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Bifur totally offered that sort of quiet to all of his niblings – when home got too noisy, Uncle Bifur could be counted on for a quiet talk and cuddle.

*clutches chest*

Ohhhh all Bombur’s kids though…

Unsociable little Bomfris, hiding in Bifur’s workroom, sulking. People are stupid. Ravens are much more sensible. At least they say exactly what they mean!

Barur escaping to Uncle Bifur’s place when the horde of people he has to feed every day only seems to get bigger, and the purse only seems to get lighter.

Baris singing quietly in her marvellous voice as Bifur gives her a bit of whittling or painting to do (because there’s just so much pressure, she never knew, never understood that there would be such pressure)

Bomfur sitting quietly, tinkering with a few of the toys absently, lost in thought. Then standing and announcing that he’s off to buy some green dye for his beard, and can Uncle Bifur please help him apply it? And Bifur patting his shoulder and nodding and smiling – and he’s the first one to call her Bomfa.

Alfur whining to Bifur as he moons hopelessly over Gimli from afar, his little crush in full-flight.

Alrur sitting for hours upon hours, just watching Bifur work. (Alrur runs as fast as he can one day, panting and stumbling and nearly glowing with happiness, to Uncle Bifur’s place. He has to tell him! He’s found his calling! He will be a toymaker too!)

I bet young Bifur was a bit of a handful for someone as quiet and reserved as Bomris ^^ I can only imagine that he was a rather loud and boisterous dwarfling.

Oh he was! SUCH a handful. But, from Bomris’ Meet a Dwarrowdam blurb: 

She
loves her family to pieces and often went without so that Bifur, her
enthusiastic and ebullient son, could be clothed and fed. Bifur is loud and boisterous with everyone except her.

Bifur’s gentle, cautious side was very much a legacy of his mother’s influence: that delicateness and quietness that helps him to craft those intricate toys. She was always soft-spoken, but always warm and loving. Her silence wasn’t one to shut people out. She made a quiet and peaceful place for people to rest and be together.

Kifur is a bit more outgoing, and loves a beer and a sing-song and a dance and a dust-up (though he isn’t anywhere near the epic levels of partying that say, Gimli or Bofur are capable of.) Compared to his friends, he’s definitely the more sedate one! 

Their cripplingly-poor little home had a lot of love in it.

Ohhhhh Kifur and Bomris are so sweet <3 I feel so sorry for Bomris, she has it so hard. She won my heart a little bit when she called Bifur "little magpie" because that is the cutest damn nickname for him.

Awwwwww! Thank you, Nonnie! Yes, Bomris has had a very hard life. All that crushing poverty has left her tired and resigned, but she keeps going. She loves her little magpie, oh so much. And Bifur is hugely protective of his diminutive, introverted, soft-spoken little mum. 

How did Bomfris and Kifur meet? Did they work in the same mines, or simply run into each other because they both lived in the same part of town? Sorry, but I love your OCs, and I’ve always been curious what the dwarves of the Company’s parents were like (I’m weird like that). Tolkien didn’t give us much to work with there, regrettably, but your headcanons are so good!

Awwwww, Bomris and Kifur!

(Bomfris, Bombur and Alris’ daughter, is named to honour both Bofur and her – her great-aunt, whom she never met.)

A bit of background on Bomris, first. She’s a small, thin Dwarrowdam with dark skin , black hair and rough hands. She is weary, resigned and beaten-down from her constant responsibilities, her anxiousness and worry. She is softly-spoken and tends to be nervous in company. She often goes without, so that her brother might eat.

Well, Bomris basically raised her younger brother, Bomfur (Bombur and Bofur’s dad). Their parents were lost in a cave-in – common enough in Ered Luin, where the Mountains had been so tumultuously and dramatically altered, half of them sunken and the tunnels waterlogged, treacherous and dangerous.

They were both miners, poor as the fleas on a church mouse. And as poor people who work in groups often do, it was usual to share a beer or two together after such backbreaking, dangerous work. Bomfur had a quiet, friendly drinking pal, who hung out at the taverns (such as good ole Borin’s in Ered Luin!) with the rest of that rather more rowdy bunch. His name was Kifur, and he liked to whistle.

It was in a tavern that Bomfur met the jolly, wisecracking Genna, and began their silly one-upmanship jokes competition. Genna could easily drink any of the others under the table (and then some!!!) and so one day, Bomris was sent for, to come and collect her utterly utterly soused brother. 

That little Dwarrowdam couldn’t quite carry her (much larger!) younger brother, who was slurring and beaming at Genna and was of no use at all. Many of the others thought it hilarious, and slapped their hands on their thighs and roared with laughter at poor introverted Bomris. 

But Kifur stepped forward and slung Bomfur’s arm around him, and hauled him up. “Which way?” he said, straight to Bomris. 

She gave him a look full of gratitude, and showed him the way back to their bare little house. After Kifur had poured the sodden (and singing) Bomfur into his bed, he turned to Bomris and said, “is there anything else I can do for you?”

She shook her head.

He spotted her pick, lying by the door. “That handle’s loose,” he said. “Maybe I could fix that for you?”

She looked up, and a tiny smile crossed her face. “That would be nice.”

(By the next week, Bomris had a new pick-handle. And she had learned to listen for a lilting whistle, coming up her street.)

The Urs totally use some of their Smaug money to start and fund long-term care facilities, for people like Bifur who need a lot of looking after, and older folks who may/may not have much family, and people recovering from injuries or illnesses. Because they know that not everyone has the time or means to support a friend or family member who needs a lot of attention all the time.

Oh, that is an awesome idea! I have had a few ideas in this direction before, but this takes it even further. I love it. Thank you, Nonnie!

do you think some dwarves find love, even their Ones, after they’ve died, instead of while they were alive? or is finding your One something you can only do while still alive?

Hey Nonnie!

Oh, I have answered something very like this, somewhere back in the mists of time! Yes, however, is the short answer. Dwarves can indeed fall in love in the Halls.

However, the huge inertia of death – that changelessness and eternal nature of the place itself – really weighs upon everybody there. It takes a long, long time for any change to really eventuate (example A: Thorin’s journey of healing and self-knowledge). 

and that’s taking into account the nature of Dwarves themselves: “stubborn and slow to change” is right!

However, I can point to two Dwarves who fell in love after their deaths. Bifur has been dead for nearly 70 years, and Ori has been dead for close to twenty. They were good friends before Bifur died: Ori helped Bifur regain some of his powers of communication after the catastrophic reopening of his head-wound. 

But it is only after Ori arrived that they have found a new understanding. I am writing Bifur as demisexual (i.e. he only feels desire after a strong emotional bond has already been established). They grew closer over time, due to their shared experiences and their already strong friendship, and further still over the course of their watching-duties. They bring out very good things in each other: Ori can be strong for Bifur, he can be the carer, rather than the caree. He can be the protector too: Bifur often needs help still. And for Ori, Bifur can bring out his gentler side, and his endless patience (particularly handy when Ori is stressed over so many schedule changes!).

So, there’s my ideas! I hope you like them, Nonnie 🙂