Tag: dweris

I have a question, and I’ve been agonizing over how to ask this without sounding like a jerk. I recall during one of the chapters (pretty sure it was chapter 30-something, but I’ve just started re-reading it again, so don’t quote me) Vili accidentally calls Dwerís ‘Lady’ or something like that and they correct him and have him call them ‘Warrior’. Do you think Dwalin and Balin called them a gender-neutral term for their parent rather than ‘Amad’?

Awww, Nonnie, this is an area that I expect is different for each person and/or Dwarf. Some NB Dwarves who are parents might prefer just to be called ‘parent’? Some may prefer ‘Amad’ or ‘Mum’. 

Bear in mind please, that I am cis. My thoughts will not address the full nuance of this discussion, and I shouldn’t be taken as an authority AT ALL on this issue. Dweris is my character, sure, but she’s fictional. I would be honoured to take a back-seat to a NB person who has lived this situation, if they feel comfortable speaking about it.

I hope and believe that a Dwarf (or in our own world, any person) can be a mother, and NOT a woman. Because otherwise we start to enter into horrible role and gender stereotypes – or we start reducing the concept of ‘motherhood’ to ‘person who gives birth’ – and that way lies bigotry and bio-essentialism, and casts negative aspersions on the validity of a whole lot of adopting parents and trans people and more.

When it comes to my character of Dweris, however, she is a NB Dwarf who uses she/her pronouns, who dislikes the word ‘Amad’… but she likes the Westron colloquialisms ‘Mum’ or ‘Ma’. She is a mum, she’s Balin and Dwalin’s mum and she loves to be their mum and freely chooses to inhabit that role… but she’s not a Dwarrowdam. If we wanted to get right into the nitty-gritty of her gender identity, we could call her agender with a slight demigender bias. 

But yeah, she’s a warrior, first and foremost. Warrior Dweris! 

IT’S [cue liberty bell march] HEADCANONPALOOZA PART TEN!

OH OUCH @ THAT DAIN HC. OUCH. OUUUUCH i love it

And my own Duchess has a bit of a foot fetish herself! She rubs her head against feet and shoes obsessively. It makes getting up a little tricky sometimes, because you’re just. Um. Okay, kitty, you do you.

AAAAH OMFG OF COURSE, GIMIZH IS TOTALLY PONYO *sings* Gimizh, gimizh gimizh, child of Erebor, tiny little Dwarfling, the terror we adore!

Oh! I love the practice-piercings idea too – does anybody remember those magnetic earrings that were around a gigazillion years ago? I bet Dwarves make use of stuff like that!

(omg everybody, I just got back from swimming with my Dwarfling…and my inbox has asploded again! I love you all, tremendously. But pretty pretty please can we maybe scale it back to one headcanon per person per day? I would like to give them all more time, you see!)

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

Hpw do Haban and Dewris get along? Do they sometimes hang out and complain about all the bickering their husbands do, and talk about how proud they are of their kids?

Oooh you made me think quite hard, Nonnie! They’re very different sorts of Dwarves, Haban and Dweris.

Haban is gregarious and chatty, Dweris is not. REALLY not. Haban enjoys the company of others, both as an observer and participator, and Dweris is a bit of a lone wolf. Haban is very streetwise and perceptive, excellent at haggling and at analysing others’ motive and character. Dweris doesn’t bother with that nonsense. At first, when they were thrown together, Haban tried to engage Dweris in conversation, and it all fell a bit flat. Dweris wondered what the hell to say a lot, and ended up humming noncommittally – or grunting for lack of words.

They do respect each other a lot, though. Haban is openly and frankly appreciative of Dweris’ vaunted fighting abilities. Dweris is amazingly kickass, after all. And Dweris is quietly very impressed by how Haban can see right to the core of a problem or argument – and has actually said aloud how astonishing an Axe-dancer Haban is. Four axes at once! That is incredible.

There’s also the shared experience they have for the manner of their passing. Both were Burned Dwarves of Azanulbizar. There’s a lot of fellow-understanding there, even if it is unsaid. Both of them left their children behind in the living world, half-grown. That engenders a lot of sympathy for each other.

Plus they both get irritated with their husbands’ brotherly bickering. Dweris’ method is to give Fundin the longest, most unimpressed look you can possibly imagine (the one Dwalin has inherited – remember the toilet in Laketown? That’s the look). Haban is more likely to say something along the lines of ‘SHUT UP, YOU PAIR OF CHILDREN, Mahal save me, no wonder Oin and Gloin squabble so, they got it from you two!’

If they share a beer or two in these later days, it’s probably in silence. Haban will say something aloud, not expecting an answer. Dweris will grunt in agreement. They will both take a sip and nod in unison. Haban will top up their glasses, and Dweris will fill her pipe.

aviva0017:

The dwarf ladies are multiplyiiing XD  Dwerís daughter of Nerís, the badass warrior mother of Balin and Dwalin, as usual from determamfidd‘s fic Sansûkh. ❤ I don’t think she’s had a single line, but I totally love the story of how she met and ended up courting Fundin. (I sorta wanna draw that at some point XD -puts it on the never ending list-)

Considering that Balin and Dwalin look almost nothing alike, I headcanoned that they probably each took predominantly after one parent.  It should be pretty obvious which is which ;p (Though Balin got Dwerís’ deep brown eyes, while Dwalin got his father’s green.)  Dwalin also got his height from his mother- you’d better believe she’s taller than Fundin, though not quite as huge a height gap as their children. xD

-forever basks in my love of dwarf ladies-

OH MY GOD

Yes yes, a thousand times yesssssssssssss!!! I’ve always seen Fundin as more of a scholarly type, rather like a lawyer, and Dweris as the kind of person who throws themself into perfecting their martial arts! AND YAAAS SHE IS TOTALLY TALLER THAN FLUFFY CHUBBSTER FUNDIN. I love eeeeet holy shit. ❤

Her eyes! SCARS YUS OH WOW – and her tattoos! The haaaaaaaaaaaair *dies the death of fab Dwarrowdam hair* THE little mohawk and gaaaaaaah the bead on her ear and UNF she is so gorgeous, Avi! I love her lips, and her lovely dwarfy nose – you are a star, thank you so so mUCH!

What were the company’s families thinking, watching the quest? Were Fundin and Groin arguing over whose sons were better at killing goblins? Zhori wishing she could knock Dori and Nori’s heads together? I imagine it could have been a very frustrating experience, watching that journey.

Yes, VERY frustrating, Nonnie! It’d take too long to cover absolutely everything – there are a lot of moments during the quest that would affect different parents more than others, for example, and to detail them all would be exhausting. So here’s some brief overviews of how they acted for the majority of the time.

Fundin and Groin TOTALLY argued. Fundin and Groin ALWAYS argue. Unless someone attacks them/their loved ones. Then they turn it all onto that person like a spotlight, hahaha! BETTER RUN, THE SONS OF FARIN ARE COMING.

(aaaaand Fundin won that particular time. Well, it’s Dwalin. Awesome as Oin and Gloin are, Dwalin is sorta a one-Dwarf army!)

Dweris and Haban watched their boys with approval. And their husbands with exasperation. Who were the children here? URGH.

Zhori watched with annoyance, mostly, her lips pursed. Silly boys. And who is doing Ori’s hair these days, tcch. He looks like a mushroom!

Genna and Bomfur were very proud. Their lads were doing a good thing. (though Genna worries a bit). And they passed the time by commenting on everything and making off-colour jokes.

Nain and Daeris were tense. Oh dear Mahal, no. Not another battle, not another bloody summons. Family reunions are not exactly that family’s forte.

Bomris was quiet and worried, her hands wringing. Kifur was hopeful, and tried to reassure her.

Vili watched with a mixture of pride, irritation, and desperate concern. Pair of little terrors. Good shot, that’s my boy! OH, you pair of ragamuffins. Oooh, nice move. Your mother would skin you for that! No – no, pay attention to – oh, now you’ve done it. Stop being so much like me and keep your mind on the job, are you trying to get yourself killed?

Thrain and Fris, of course, worried constantly. But under that worry lay a tiny thread of desperate hope: will Thorin succeed where we all failed?