Bomris and Zhori totally have quiet Bifori snippy moments over tea and biscuits.

aWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Zhori would be so sweet, she is such a darling cutiepie. And Bomris would be shy and anxious at first… but Zhori is so warm and loving, if a little scatterbrained, that she would relax eventually.

Another nice thing about their boys hooking up: their mums make a new friend!

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The drawing I was meant to work on was frustrating so I sketched Bomris and Kifur from Sansukh. IDK man they’ve been in like one chapter but I have lots and lots of feelings about them. WIP because I might tidy it up and colour it.

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THESE SWEETHEARTS

THANK YOU SO MUCCCCH

In a post about Bomris you mentioned that she as dark-skinned – does this make your Bifur mixed-race!?

Indeed it does! Check out chess-ka‘s amazing Bomris and Kifur art here (with adorbs teeny Bifur. Little Magpie!)

Bomris totally invites Dori and co. over for Broadbeam dumpling soup – it’s her recipe that Bombur and Barur have made so famous in Erebor as the kitchen standard. Bomris and Hrera tasting each others’ soup and giving each other The Nod.

YESSSS 🙂

Bomris and Dori just having the quietest, most contented tea parties. Dori makes all sorts of sweets – a mix of the cheap, easy ones that were all that he and Bomris could make for their littles in Ered Luin, and the fancy, delicate ones with the expensive ingredients that he could splurge on in Erebor. There is tea – sometimes the think, sweet workers’ tea, and sometimes expensive tea from the Eastern or Southern dwarves’ quarters. They clink their cups together and sip.

*wibbles* ohhhhhhh

Dori totally goes on an agressive mothering spree in his first few months in the Halls. Nori and Ori (and pretty soon, Bifur) are awash in new clothes and knitwear. Their hair is braided. They are fed massive amounts of food. Dori meets Bifur’s mom and makes an especial cause of feeding her.

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Bomris and Dori. Dori and Bomris.

BOMRIS AND DORI.

He’d be so gentle. She’d be so gentle. THEY’D BE SO GENTLE.

Headcanon that there are some days where Bifur’s language/communication difficulties are particularly bad and frustrating, but he can just go and sit with his mum in her warm and comfortable silence and that makes things a little easier.

I LOVE IT

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.