Tag: brothers Ri

I didn’t know it was your birthday. Happy birthday! Also, probably a bad time, but I had a sad HC to share. Nori, the first time after he died and Ori left for Moria, watching Dori trying to do his hair in his usual elaborate braids. Seeing him opening his mouth to call for one of his brothers, since he and Dori had helped each other since they were both old enough to braid. Sees the pause when Dori remembers that he’s all alone and watches him settle for a simpler style until he can practice.

AUGH *eats up the lovely, lovely angst alongside her cake* I LOVE ITTTT

Angst! Toddler Ori who thinks that Ori is his dad. So awkward. And a little adorable.

“No, Dori.”

“Daddy!”

“DOR. RI.”

“Daddy!”

“No, sweet one, watching? Are you watching? Look here, look at me now: Dor. Reee. Dori.”

“mmaaaabaaaaa Daddy, herro! Herro Daddy!”

“You’re going to have to live with it for a while, he’s just too little to understand,” said Nori, grinning from the doorway. Dori glared up at him, little toddler arms hanging around his neck.

“Dadddyyyyyyy,” said Ori happily, and he planted a sticky kiss on Dori’s bearded cheek. 

Dori sighed and resigned himself to it. He supposed it wasn’t so bad.

aviva0017:

Ori was out of his sickbed as soon as Óin gave him permission, though a
racking cough continued to plague him. He immediately began to help Nori
with relearning to walk. The former thief was sullen as he clattered
about their rooms. With each of his arms looped over the shoulders of
his brothers, he winced and cursed with every rattling step until
finally he roared with anger and resentment. Ori stood his ground, all
his shyness and uncertainty burned away in the fires of battle. He faced
his brother’s rage calmly until Nori had exhausted himself, and then
helped him back to his chair. Dori made pot of tea after pot of tea,
lips white and stiff, before carefully plaiting the drained and silent
Nori’s red-brown hair back into its elaborate braids. Then the Brothers
Ri held onto Nori’s hands tightly until he felt able to cry.

–Sansûkh, Chapter 3 (by @determamfidd)

So I drew this a really super long time ago?  I think it was legitimately the first sketch I did in the fandom, over a year ago now.  I’ve kept trying to color or shade it and just hated it every time, so I figure it’s time to just post it and move on to arting other things. ;p This was one of my favorite moments of really early Sansûkh, and possibly my first case of Ri brothers feels (the first of so many XD). Presumably Dori is off making yet another pot of tea (since my paper was too small).  Also, I remembered that the leg was supposedly made by Bofur, so it has his sigil on it as a maker’s mark.

ohgod ohpain oh NORI AUGH

Avi, i love it also i am a monster, how dare i  ORI’S SCAR, the incredibly intricate detailling on their clothes, ahhh NORI’S EXPRESSION, his peg, oh NOri (I love that you remember about Bofur making the peg!!!) and mmmm *wibbles* It is beautiful and absolutely perfect, Avi you are AMAZING.

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rileyblvu:

Ori was out of his sickbed as soon as Óin gave him permission, though a racking cough continued to plague him. He immediately began to help Nori with relearning to walk. The former thief was sullen as he clattered about their rooms. With each of his arms looped over the shoulders of his brothers, he winced and cursed with every rattling step until finally he roared with anger and resentment. Ori stood his ground, all his shyness and uncertainty burned away in the fires of battle. He faced his brother’s rage calmly until Nori had exhausted himself, and then helped him back to his chair. Dori made pot of tea after pot of tea, lips white and stiff, before carefully plaiting the drained and silent Nori’s red-brown hair back into its elaborate braids. Then the Brothers Ri held onto Nori’s hands tightly until he felt able to cry.

I will NOT cry over Moria before it happens. (That’s a lie all I have to do is think about Nori watching Ori die and I am GONE this is not okay who thought this would be okay?!?!)

Shhhh.. nobody say anything.

*nervous laughter*

The Ris and the Urs probably work on organizing big campaigns after Erebor is reclaimed for kid health and happiness. Because although kids are important for everyone, means can be limited, and every kid deserves to have enough to eat, warm clothes, and such.

I think that each of the Company would have had their special fields, in which they contributed. I’ve mused a bit about this before! It’s a great idea, Nonnie!

The Urs would especially understand. Because the Ris weren’t badly off, before – they were middle-class. But the Urs? were legitimately poor.