welcometolotr:

Hot Lady Dwarves™

Mizim / @flukeoffate
Bomfris / @jedi-goldberry-with-the-force
Baris / @the-dragongirl
Bani / @houkakyou
Gimris / @aviva0017
Dis / @lisafer
(characters by @determamfidd / her story Sansûkh)

S C R E A M I N G

OH MY GOD AAAAA THIS IS INCREDIBLE

OH MY GSIKHFGLSJFGHSJHFGSJHF AMAZING, THEY’RE ALL STUPENDOUSLY HOT BEYOND WORDS AND THIS ART IS THE ACTUAL CUTEST AND MOST SWEET AND GORGEOUSEST EVER

ART OF COSPLAY OF OCS OF FANFICTION – aaaaaahhhhhhHHHHHH!

aviva0017:

The Sansûkh group has finally come to life at DragonCon!!! We were missing Dís today, but she’ll join us on Sunday for our big photoshoot ❤ And we won best group in the Evening at Bree contest and danced to the best of our corseted, bearded ability xD

Left to right- me as Gimrís, @flukeoffate as Mizim, @houkakyou as Bani, @jedi-goldberry-with-the-force as Bomfrís, and @the-dragongirl as Barís

@determamfidd!!!

OH

MY 

GOD

I’m shaking and screaming, JUST LOOK AT THESE FANTASTIC FIERCE AND FABULOUS DWARF LADIES

Oddly specific question… Does Bomfris have any tattoos?

YES ACTUALLY!

Bomfris has a theme. Ravens. All her ravens. Their names are actually listed down her back. 

She has Tuac’s name on the inside of her arm, and soft greyish-black wings are folded upon her sides, curving from beneath her arms along her waist, tapering in towards the small of her back – cradling that list of names.  

(She’ll always bear Tuac’s name in that special place, where she can see it every time she draws a bow – because Tuac is special. Tuac is the one who listened.)

She has no mourning-marks, as yet. But she is considering getting one high on her cheekbone… welp, it’s sort of obvious who that will be for.

*dodges pelted vegetables* 

Hi Dets, archery-anon here. So, Leggy kept missing cause he was distracted by… stuff? *ponders Helm’s Deep visuals* *winces* Poor Leggy, he’s never gonna live that down. Imagine, they’re at Erebor, the shouting’s over, Gimli speaks of their travels, mentions the contest – and Bomfris goes: “I shot more!”, Laindawar is aghast: “What were you thinking, brother!” and Thrandy pinches his nose: “Don’t answer that, son” while somewhere, far away, King Elessar feels this odd shiver… Accepted. ROFL

Bomfris would be flabbergasted. She lost to Laerophen in their little contest, after all. “Oi, didn’t you say your brother was better than you at archery?”

Laerophen would be staring at Legolas in puzzlement. “He is. I mean. Was?”

“He’s a finer shot even than I,” Laindawar would say, slowly. “Has the south sapped your skills, honeg nin?”

“He’s a bonny fighter!” Gimli would protest, ready to defend Legolas against anyone and anything. Naturally, it’s not a helpful thing to say. Legolas avoids looking at his brothers, tips his head away, mumbles something incomprehensible about Uruk-Hai and knife-work and explosives.

Thranduil would probably take one glance between the mortified, tongue-tied Legolas and the totally oblivious confused vaguely-defensive Gimli. Realisation dawns. It is followed by a GIANT SIGH OF RESIGNATION. 

Meanwhile Gloin is prouder than punch. MY LAD BEAT THE ELF AT ORC-KILLING HELL YAH OF FUCKING COURSE HE DID DWARVES RULE ELVES DROOL *high fives Dwalin*