Tag: bomfris

okay, still me, the same anon as before with the letters and the angst and still not sorry. so, idk if this has been asked before, but: pig races? do they happen? how much does Dain love it? does Dain compete? Nori’s betting pool – does it continue after he dies – and does he manage to continue it in the afterlife? ALSO THORIN 3 AND BOMFRIS RACING EACH OTHER – WHO IS THE BETTER PIG RIDER? WHOSE PIG IS FASTER? WHAT ARE THEIR PIGS’ NAMES?

Hey there Angstnonnie! 

YES in fact! We chatted about it here and here!

Not even death will stop Nori from running as many books as he possibly can 🙂 Dead, yes. Retired? Neverrrrr.

Ohhhh my god… that is a question that makes the very soul shudder, lmao… Bomfris is headstrong and reckless and CANNOT back down from a challenge. Thorin Stonehelm is a bit more retiring and less confrontational… until he’s backed into a corner. Then you find out that he’s made of fucking dragonfire.

IDK, I think that would be a very close call. Nori would have a time of it, making good on that race! It could go either way!

(Thorin Stonehelm’s pig would absolutely be called something noble in honour of his namesake and personal hero like ‘Deathless’ or ‘Orcsbane’… and Dain probably teased the hell out of him for it. Bomfris would probably name hers something absolutely awful and tastelessly funny, like ‘Ham Sandwich’. Because she doesn’t have a classy bone in her whole body.)

(Same anon as before srynotsry for the angst) In the midst of all the letter reading, Thorin 3 learns that his One has never ridden a pig before. He must correct this oversight and NO it doesn’t matter that she is still pregnant this is IMPORTANT.

(heh, I have no leg to stand on when it comes to angst, Nonnie!)

Stonehelm (very quickly): THIS IS CUPCAKE, SHE’S REALLY GENTLE AND SWEET AND IT’LL BE A REALLY EASY RIDE, WE’LL GO REALLY SLOWLY AND YOU’LL LIKE IT BOMFRIS, PLEASE, SHE’S SO CUTE AND REALLY GOOD-NATURED AND I PROMISE IT’LL BE FUN 

Tuac: You’re seriously not going up on that thing, are you? It’s obviously part-walrus.

Bomfris: Is that A CHALLENGE

anon who wrote the thira and thorin 3 and bomfris looking through old baby things post – Dain’s in-case-I-die letters all have many drawings of pigs, complete with lovely calligraphy naming said pigs, and while all of this is happening, Dain is watching with some of the Dead Dwarf Peanut Gallery and is in Desperate Need of a handkerchief. It is not much better when they read out Bombur’s letters, which includes Bomfris’ favorite recipes, which Thorin tries to make to cheer her up. (he fails)

OH GOD OH NONNIE

look, just. here you go.

Thorin Stonehelm and Thira going through his old baby toys with Bomfris and it is very bittersweet because on one hand, Thira gets to embarrass the awkward butterknife with all these great stories of when he was adorable and small, but also sad because, well. There is a lot of crying into Thorin’s old piggy blanket (which is kind of gross anyway). Especially when they find Dain’s stash of “in case I die while you’re young” letters – because Dain knows what it’s like to lose parents too soon.

I was all

“AWWWWWW”

Then the mention of letters.. happened. And I was all

*sad kitten noises*

Who hasn’t Laerophen accidentally caught kissing in a random corner? He almost tripped on Thorin 3 and Bomfris on his way to the toilets near the council rooms once. He was walking with Gimizh and managed to steer the kid around Beri and Genild in a broom closet (those noises are totally someone reorganizing the cleaning products. Totally not worth investigating). Laerophen and Merillin went for a walk in the moss gardens only to see Gloin and Mizim happily locking lips. Laerophen is so put upon

My poor socially incompetent flamingo Elf, awww ❤ Gangling his way from blush to blush, freezing in place when he stumbles across yet another romantic rendezvous, NO I AM NOT AT ALL TAKEN OFF-GUARD SEE HOW VERY COMPOSED AND IN CONTROL I AM AT ALL TIMES, WHAT DO YOU MEAN, MY EARS ARE NOT RED

You just know that he was only looking for the library. 🙂

I’m having feels thinking of Bomfris and the Stonehelm with their new/soon-to-be mamas-in-law. Everyone is trying really hard to make a good impression and be nice but they have such different experience and there’s so much grief and the baby coming.

Eeeeeeeek, Nonnie – yeah. Absolutely. Thira and Alris, spending time together. Lots of awkward silence (they are so soooo different). Eventually bonding… but it’d definitely take some time!

Bomfris/Stonehelm cuddles of supreme awkward cute. What to do with hands? Blushes all around. Tripping over words. Just so love struck and cute.

They hadn’t been courting? If courting was the right word… well, whatever it was, they hadn’t been doing it for long.

Bomfris didn’t know what to make of him. If she had thought of him at all, before (and wasn’t it odd, that the war had turned everything into ‘before’ and ‘after’) she had assumed that he’d be rather like his father. Dangerously smart, assured, irreverent and humorous. But above all – confident. 

He wasn’t. Not at all.

He stammered when he lost his train of thought. He sought her approval (a new sensation – nobody had ever wanted her approval so badly before) continually. He wasn’t confident at all, though he tried hard to don the mannerisms of a Dwarf who was. It was as though he had some impossible ideal in his mind, one that he could never live up to. He would bite at his lip. He fidgeted. 

Oh, but he was clever, and brave, and ridiculously handsome. He was a tremendous warrior and a loyal, kind soul, and a good person. She wanted to shake him sometimes, to tell him that he was enough, just as he was. That even though he stood in the shadow of giants, he still cast such a wonderful bright light of his own.

Thorin was carefully sorting through the mess on her head, his fingers gentle and fumbling as he carded the comb through her wind-snarled hair. “Can I,” he began, and stopped. 

She glanced back at him. It’s unfair that he’s so pretty, sniped her mind, and she smacked the thought away. “Mmmm?”

“Can I, uh.” He cleared his throat. “I’d like to give you our braid…?”

She frowned at him as the words rearranged themselves into garbled nonsense, and tried to force them to make sense. “What?”

His gaze dropped. Oh, she supposed that was… rather abrupt. “No, wait. I’m sorry – I didn’t quite – can you say it again? I think I misheard.”

He bit his lip. Again. He should stop that, her mind whispered. He’s got me to do that for him, now. She smacked her inner voice rather more firmly, and tried to concentrate as he managed to mumble, “Can I. Would you like, that is… uh. Our braid? My braid?”

The word ‘braid’ came out sounding a lot more like ‘brund’.

She stared a bit uselessly at him. So, so pretty, her mind cooed. Then she blurted, “yes! I mean, yes please. All right? But not where Tuac can peck at it; she’s always ruining my hair, and…”

She trailed off at the look of awed gladness that stole over his face, and knew that her own face was probably ridiculously sappy. “Thank you,” he said, and bent to kiss her on the cheek.

He missed, and got her in the eye.

“Unngh!”

“Bomfris, sorry, sorry – I am so sorry, I didn’t think you’d move just then, I am so-”

And he REALLY needs to stop apologising for everything! Cross now, she grabbed him by the plait in his beard and yanked him down for a further, more thorough kiss. She liked this part. The kissing part, that was. 

The noise that escaped him was something along the lines of: “Ummf!” His arms hovered, outstretched awkwardly at his sides like a hopping raven’s, the fingers widespread in his surprise. Bomfris pulled back and gave him a pointed look.

“You can touch me,” she said, eyebrows raised.

He gingerly settled his hands on her waist, and then his gaze flickered up to her face. As if for her approval.

She rolled her eyes. “Better. And that’s a yes. To the braid.”

He blinked at her.

She realised she was still holding onto his beard, and hastily let go as though her hand was burning. “Oh! Oh, I am s-”

“No,” he said,

oh so gently, and lifted her hand again to his face. Her fingers felt strange and clumsy settling there, and she watched them thread through the thick rusty hair on his cheeks as though they weren’t connected to her. His eyes then glittered with a spark of humour. “No, you can touch me.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Ha, ha.”

He grinned at her, and she used her hand on his (far, far too pretty) face to yank him back down for a better kiss. 

Oh yes, she liked this part.

Ok so I love you and all of your fanfics and they are so excellent and they’ve changed the way I read fic forever that said, I am slightly ashamed to admit it but I -really- ship Laerophen and Bomfrís like when she set up that archery competition and was all pissed when he won I was just YESSS GIVE ME ALL THE ANGER/SMUGNESS/RIVALRY TENSION THAT EVENTUALLY LEADS TO UNEXPECTED ROMANTIC FEELINGS/ATTRACTION YESSSSSS. I am only –slightly- sad it didn’t happen. I just needed to tell you. Also ilu.

Ahhhh thank you thank you Nonnie – and whoops, sorry about that! *sheepish grin*