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Cute headcanon: you mentioned that Bomfris gave the Stonehelm a big deer as a courting present? Maybe Alris taught Bomfris a bit about tanning (useful for a hunter to know, more value added to sell a tanned skin, right?) and so as part of the gift Bomfris makes something out of some/all of the hide.

Oooh, that’s a good idea Nonnie! I bet Alris did teach her kids a thing or two about preserving hides… at least, I bet she taught them one or two tricks that other trappers and hunters don’t necessarily know, enough so that she could finish the job when they brought them home. 

Bomfris starts helping her mom with her hair instead, partly because Alris wants to come up with a special hairstyle for Bomfris for her wedding, and partly because with her dad gone, Bomfris wants to bond more personally with her mom (which was tough growing up in a huge family.) Alris manages something lovely with her daughter’s hair (but not so frilly that it doesn’t suit her), but Bomfris often finds herself comforting her mother, because doing her hair is when she misses Bombur the most.

AVI I NEED A HUG NOW

Oh geez, Barur would be so pissed that he was limited by the whole siege thing when making food for his little sister’s wedding. Still, Special Efforts are made, which means that the food was amazing. Just a little low on certain ingredients, especially fresh ones.

YES ❤ Awww, Barur. Such a good big Bro.

(ohgod, he would be so surly. SO surly. Bomfris why why get married in the middle of a siege, what the hell are siblings, mahal dammit all, this recipe isn’t going to work without berries…)

Oh man, I’m picturing the argument about who’s going to officiate the Stonehelm/Bomfris wedding. They want it to be personal or family, which limits the possibilities. Dwalin sees what’s in the wind and hides – he’s not nearly as good with words as Balin was, don’t drag him into this! Eventually Gloin is roped into doing it.

Dwalin: No.

Stonehelm: but…

Dwalin: No.

Dis: Don’t look at me either. I’m done. 

Orla: I don’t do public speaking. I do public intimidating.

Dori: I’m already doing everything else! I’m doing the decorating, the tables, organising the music and the speeches and the stylists and the…[goes on for three pages and finishes with] and so, King or no, if you think I’m taking on yet another thing, well then Mister Stonehelm, we shall be having a little… talk.

Stonehelm (hurriedly): forget I asked.

Bofur: Sure thing! Although, I cry at weddings, really big blobby tears, but if that’s not a problem, then…

Stonehelm: Uh.

Bomfris: He does. He bawls. Loudly.

Bofur: (cheerfully) Like a wee baby!

Mizim: *sighs* Gloin, dear.

Gloin: (grumbling around his pipe) Aye, all right then.

Mizim: (whispers) he’s been dying for you to ask. Soppy old romantic that he is.

Gloin: What was that?

Mizim: Nothing, you dear old bear.

Thinking about awkward Stonehelm/Bomfris newlywed shenanigans gives me life,

ohgod so awkward, all the awkward, awkward-limit exceeded, overload imminent. 😀

Just him seated at the dinner all, ‘right, she’s your wife, you know wife wife ahhh you know her, she loves you, she loves you, it’s all fine it’s all wife, oh my Maker say something wife say something smooth, you dulled axe, say something nice, say something WIFE.’  

“Uh.. so I liked your. Um. Today. Dress.” 

YOU IDIOT, WHAT A KING OF PRIZE FOOLS YOU MAKE, his brain hollers. And he turns red.

She’d scowl, because hate dresses, hate them SO MUCH, but at the same time he’s all big-eyed and pretty and HER HUSBAND and Mahal help her did she really trip on this thing when he went to kiss her in front of everyone. She faceplanted into his chest. Just. So much embarrassment. SO much. Ended up yelling at the stupid dress. Ended up yelling at Gloin (who was officiating). Hid for half the reception behind the food-tables with Tuac (what? She was starving. The cheese rolls were really really good?)

Tiny embarrassed smiles shared between them.

“You have crumbs all down your front,” he would say, very gently.

“You’ve got my makeup on yours,” she’d retort. “Dumb dress.”

“Dumb dress,” he would hasten to agree, and then he’d fumble for her hand. And turn to her, all forced-casualness. “Want to get rid of it, then?”

“No wonder you’re King,” she’d say, grinning. Because what a line. What a goof. What a dumb, lovely goof: her high-born royal dork of a husband. “Let’s get out of here.”

Well, Bomfris can probably rest easier about her hair because a lot of people experience more hair growth during pregnancy because hormone changes.

I remember! My hair has never looked so good, gdi. A small point of comfort when the rest of me was a general disaster area of aches and nausea 🙂 

It was really disconcerting about 8 weeks after the baby arrived, because it all started falling out in massive big tangles, lol. Brushing my hair was an adventure for a while there!

I will be using some of the lesser-known aspects of pregnancy to tell Bomfris’ experience! The hair is definitely one of them!