Tag: dwarves

Dwalin’s kids seem to be appropriately named, even if they were named in honor of his friends and family. Wee Thorin and his Thorin II worthy scowls, Frerinith is cheerful like Frerin himself is, and Balinith has Balin’s focus on a project, admittedly amplified. I’m not saying that they’re carbon copies, but it’s kind of neat that they each have traits similar to their namesake.

They do! I love that you like that about them! Yes, I deliberately injected a couple of similarities. 😉

Though Wee Thorin is the exasperated, put-upon, voice-of-reason friend (I think if he were on tumblr his most-used tag would be ‘GIMIZH NO’ – and Gimizh would answer gleefully ‘GIMIZH YES’), he does have a very mighty scowl!

Balinith is nowhere near as silver-tongued or diplomatic or even as gregarious as his namesake…. but he is very very good at getting to the bottom of things. 

And Frerinith is a bubbly, sunny little fellow, yes – but he is also a bossy little boots and very imperious. He loves to get his own way!

I just realized that Bombur and Alris’s fourth child, Bomfur (Bomfa), has the same name as Bombur’s father. Did he choose it to remember his father? Or did Alris pull an Orla (although since Bomfur is older than Frerinith and Balinith, Orla would have technically been pulling an Alris) and name Bomfur because she knew how much her husband missed his parents?

Bomfur is the name given to them at birth – and Bombur actually chose it. He wanted at least one of his kids to be named for his parents.

(aaaaaand that’s because Bombur had been brought up and had lived in Longbeard society his whole life, with their hereditary family names passed down through the lines, etc. It didn’t seem so out of the norm, though it wasn’t strictly a Broadbeam tradition…)

Oh, I should mention… For the confused – Bomfa is genderfluid! She will accept he/she/they pronouns, and generally braids their beard to show if it is a Bomfa day, or a Bomfur day. They have dyed their moustache a deep emerald green, to show that they are outside the binary. On Bomfa days she braids it full and thick streaming down her chest, with little feminine ringlets and plenty of ringing bells, and paints her eyes and lips in whatever colours she pleases. On Bomfur days it gets coiled in a massive thick plait around his neck, and he wears his Broadbeam-patterned ear-cuffs. And when it’s a day that feels like neither (or both!) Bomf just braids that green moustache in a loop under their nose, and that’s that.

They are also one hell of a silversmith, and to have a piece made by Bomf is to commission a real work of art. Every single thing she makes is totally a reflection of their client’s taste and style and personality. She has a knack for always getting it spot on 😉

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.

Once he reached the Halls, Bifur (like many children of poorer parents) did his best to make sure his mom was more appreciated. She got lots of pretty things and stuff to make her more comfortable. Her favorite, however, is having a very large and full pantry – if she is having what she calls a “worrying day” (a reminder of so many years doing without) – she will often go and sit in the pantry and remind herself that she has more than enough.

YES YES YES YES YES *affixes seal of approval*

Being poor is something that affects you for the rest of your life, and you catch yourself making allowances and compromises even when the need for them has been eliminated. 

I love the idea that Bomris would have to develop reminders for herself – there is enough now, there is sufficient, nobody is going to go hungry.

And Bifur would absolutely make sure that his little mother had pretty little things they couldn’t have dreamed of having before. 

Dori probably has so many now-grown dwarves that he’s helped who still look up to him. They know he doesn’t have any living family. They’ll run errands for him, and help around the house, and help him cook things, and visit him with their kids and let him play with them. Dori’s house is probably full of gifts and knick-knacks from his “little ones,” as he calls them. He knits them socks and grumbles at them to eat better.

SOLD *bangs gavel* YES.