Tag: dweris

beargirl1393:

Warrior
Dwerís

from Sansukh. I made a doll of this character once before, ages ago, but I had free time and wanted to try a different look. I went with a lot of greens, since in The Hobbit, it’s mentioned that Dwalin has a green cloak, so I’ve kind of always headcanoned green to be one of Dwalin’s family colors.

Dwerís belongs to @determamfidd who wrote Sansukh (which is a pretty awesome LOTR/Hobbit fic, you should totally check it out if you haven’t already). They don’t belong to me, I just had a bit of free time and wanted to play in the sandbox 🙂

*SHRIEKING MADLY* OH BEARGIRL SHE IS BRILLIANT HOLY HECK YEAH 

;aksjdghfljhasdgf,jahsgdfkasghfdakhdfgakj I LOVE THOSE CLOTHES FOR HER SO SO 

SO 

SOOOO

MUCH!!!

thank you, thank you, thank you SO MUCH!

Daeris and Dweris are probably such bros. Like, they’re both kick-ass fighters who married into the line of Durin. They both take very little shit. And the Azanulbizar connection! They spar, and then go and sit in a quiet corner with a beer. (Also the similar name thing)

I have a private little headcanon about their names actually… that people keep mixing them up. (poking a little fun at myself for all the similar-sounding names also, heheheheh) like, beginning a sentence with “Dwer- I mean Daer- um. Sorry, Daeris.” 

this is not at all inspired by my nanna’s old habit of beginning the name of every single one of her grandchildren before she gets to your name, no sirree “An-, uh, K- no, J… Ahhh, Sa-, uh, Ge…”

Dweris just stares them down. She has a mighty stare. Daeris waits patiently – and holds a big sword. 

Wee Thorin has to do a family tree for school and it is full of pain and angst when he has to ask his parents about it. Also very awkward. The accompanying drawings of the extended family are like 35% guesswork even after Wee Thorin asks every relative he has because the most of older people died so very long ago.

OW

OW OW OW OW

Oh OW

Dwalin can fill in some of it. Gloin tries as well. It’s a good thing that old tapestry is still knocking about… but Dweris’ family is a mystery lost to time and war, and the only thing that is remembered about Farin’s spouse Ganois is that they were a painter. The tree is missing so many of its branches. 

(For the record, Dweris’ mum was named Gweris, and she was a swordsmith. Her father was Delor, a fletcher – but no records about them survived. Not one.)

oh, and Orla will not speak of her family bc GIANT SPOILERS

It’s the Return of the Bride of the Monster of the Night of the HEADCANONPALOOZA!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

(this is what happens when I am too busy to get to tumblr for a few days, whoops – sorry sorry anons!!!)

BOFUR WOULD HAVE THE BEST GRANDUNCLE JOKES. 

*battle flashbacks at the mention of Frozen* oh god, babysitting scars, I bear them… 

Balinith toddling over to the shelf and declaring “BU!’ and choosing one and bringing it back to his parent to read it to him, until there is a pile fifteen books high beside Dwalin or Orla… aaand probably chucking a wobbly when it’s bedtime, because ‘NO NO NO MORE BU!’ 

(this is actually what the Dwarfling is doing RIGHT NOW. Her favourite is ‘Where is the Green Sheep’ by Mem Fox!!)

And hells YES – Gloin would be full of AMAZING advice (mostly the kind that sounds complicated, but in essence always boils down to ‘teach ‘em to be good Dwarves, and then trust ‘em to be good Dwarves’.)

Do you have a HC for how Dweris and Fundin met? And which parent which lad will seek out for advice? (Like, my brother goes to my mother for advice without fail, even if she won’t know the answer, but I go to my grandmother).

I do indeed! Thank you for asking about it, Nonnie!

So the blurb at the top of ch21 is about Dweris, and it goes like this:

A reclusive, reticent and slightly obsessive Dwarrow, Dwerís was the daughter of Nerís, a scribe and poet, and Nár, the great friend and counsellor of Thrór King Under the Mountain. She was a huge-shouldered nonbinary Dwarrow who went by she/her pronouns. She was a mediocre smith but naturally talented with a sword, and through her skill and dedication she soon rose through the ranks in the Ereborean Army. She was justifiably proud of her skills, and practised approximately five hours every day with a variety of weapons. It soon became rumoured that Dwerís was unbeatable.

Challengers appeared, and Dwerís was obliged to see each of them beaten before she could return to her solitude and her beloved training. She had defeated ninety-nine opponents when a comfortable young nobleman, drunk and staggering, was pushed into the ring by his friends. Disgusted, Dwerís left. The noble later sought Dwerís out to apologise for his appalling state and for his friends’ actions, and Dwerís was struck by his sincerity and his way with words. She offered to train him, and so Dwerís was introduced to her future husband, Fundin son of Farin. She often said later that she had won her hundredth bout as well.

Dwerís was killed beside her husband at the battle of Azanulbizar, leaving behind her two sons Balin and Dwalin.

Of the two lads, Balin is the one who looks more like Fundin, and Dwalin is very much like his bulky-shouldered mum. Balin also has his father’s rather more pacific nature… though he has a LOT of his mum’s ferociousness as well, when pressed. Dwalin has something of his dad’s sly sense of humour: immensely sardonic and understated. 

Yet Balin preferred to seek out Dweris for comfort and advice, and Dwalin would go to his lawyerish, stolid, sensible father. 

Perhaps it was because the young Dwalin needed someone to talk to him about what it was that bothered him, to help him reason out the best course of action, to help him cool his hot head.

Perhaps it was because Balin, so incredibly clever even at a tender age, would likely already know what it was he had to do, and simply needed some silent, unconditional support as he gathered his courage to do it.