Tag: gror

I just read some “prompts” for your writing list, and I hope it’s ok to add one of my own. I’d love to seet something about Thror reconnecting with his father and younger brother. I mean, they were killed by dragon on their own doorstep, and I have it in my head that Thror was supposed to accompany his father on some errand on that day, but couldn’t be bothered, and he’s felt guilty his whole life. And then he fell to the dragonsickness and felt even more guilty. I’ll stop, sorry for rambling!

Oh god, Thror is just a tornado of guilt, poor thing. Augh. AUGH THROR. It’s all right, babe, you have the best beard out of anyone.

*sudden Thror, Fror, Gror, Dain I and Forra feels aughhhhhhh*

I LOVE the prompt, Nonnie! Thank you! Onto the list it goes – but I feel it would be fair to warn you about my amazing capacity to have a zillion things on at once, I may not get to it for ages!

Do Thror and Gror do brother-y things in the Halls? Like, hang out and craft things together and be marginally less gloomy?

Hey, they’re not always grim! Thror is a deadpan snarker of supreme skill, to my mind 🙂

Yeah, I think Gror would be a bit of an outside ear for Thror. Not so involved in all the manic drama that is the watching of the Quest – a good confidante! They’d have a beer and chat, and Thror would grumble and then Gror would pat his back, and they’d sing old songs from the Grey Mountains, before the Dragons ever came.

But Dain with all the people in the Halls!!!!! Frerin is probs going to have another inadequate-younger-brother fit. Balin and Dain are going to have an awkward “I don’t want to tell you I told you so” moment. Hrera descends in a fit of braiding and decides that Dain is even better in person. Nain and Daeris (and Gror + spouse) are fit to burst in (grand)parental pride.

(Heeeeee, I am looking forward to the Dain + Frerin moments. It’s going to be super cute, I hope you will like it! Frerin, for once, is going to be very very happy.)

LOL, Hrera trying to braid Dain’s hair and nearly screeching because he won’t stop making quips that cause her to lose her concentration.

Nain having a huge mutually proud heart-to-heart with Thrain (that ends in a beer – or twelve). Daeris Greyswords sparring with her son for the first time in over two centuries… and losing (well, he was just a little lad when she died).

Gror and Stera (who was a Guildmaster in the Iron Hills, she led the Healer’s Guild) fussing over him constantly – and Dain smiling and letting it happen because he’s missed it so. (Gror and Stera were the ones to care for Dain through his recuperation after he returned to the Iron Hills following Azanulbizar).

And Thror coming up to Dain and quietly thanking him for restoring his home and his life’s work to its former glory.

The glitter plan totally backfired – Gror decided that he likes having a sparkly beard, and deliberately brushes in (more discreet) sparkly bits into his beard afterwards. Gror’s spouse is nonplussed, as the sparkles got everywhere. Everywhere. They begin immediate plots with Hrera to give their husbands their due comeuppance.

PFFFFT HE’S SO FAB.

Hrera is only doing it because NOBODY OUTFABS HER. NOBODY.

(aaaaand now all I can see is the Glitter sketch by Ross Noble, omfg)

Happy headcanon: Thror and Gror prank the hell out of each other. Gror is the current winner as he spattered yellow dye on some of Thror’s underwear. Not all of them. and not the whole undergarment. Just enough to look suspicious.

awwwwww ❤ My heart belongs to solemn, stately Dwarves with silly senses of humour, I stg.

(Thror will come into his own when Gror next combs his beard. He packed that brush with glitter. Glitter. Glitter everywhere. And once glitter has entered your life, it takes months to leave, hahaha. Shiny sparkly beard!)

I am imagining Hrera and Forra bonding over tea. Because Forra is a tea person. So many embarrassing-baby-Thror stories were told in the years after Hrera entered the Halls. Also Dain 1 might like fiddle knitting? And so Thrain has a cuddly blanket his grandpa made him. And (durin-blue) socks to help keep him warm ;)

OH MY GOODNESS HAHAHAHA

I just realised I have never given anyone anything about Forra! And I like her so much ❤

Forra is a heck of a Dwarrowdam. She was poor. Very poor. Bombur-and-Bofur poor, in fact. The kind of poor that never really lets go of a person. She instilled a little of that urgency in all of her children, actually – she didn’t mean to, but that kind of thing bleeds through and children are perceptive. She was probably the most earthy Queen the Dwarves have ever had. She looked like a mine full of diamonds all dressed in her full regalia, of course – but wouldn’t hesitate to roll up her dazzling sleeves and hitch up her jewel-studded skirts (and tuck them into her drawers!) to help birth a litter of piglets, or help an old Dwarf with their washing, soap-suds soaking her arms to the elbows and staining the silk.

The conservative element that so protested Dis’ marriage to Vili had not yet arisen. That was more a matter of timing, than anything. After three exiles from as many homes, the newly-homeless Council in Ered Luin were clinging even more tightly to very rigid tradition, trying desperately to hold onto a sense of continuity in the face of disaster. 

In Forra’s day, however, things were somewhat more relaxed. 

Dain I met her utterly by accident, while he pretended to be someone else (a habit of his). It wasn’t too hard to figure out who ‘Danin’ really was, though. Forra played along, though she had to shake her head at times. I mean really. It was blindingly obvious that this Dwarf didn’t know a damned thing about living in the poorer quarters of the Grey Mountains. 

She swears like a trooper, Forra. She doesn’t have an elegant bone in her body. She will kick anyone’s arse – heck, she’ll kick her own arse. And absolutely, Forra would definitely drink tea! Hot, sweet tea please, with plenty of milk. And she’ll have it in a battered old tin tankard. 😉

Hrera would have been utterly dismayed by her at first. And then she would have recognised that for all their external differences, they are very very alike. Forra just wears a very different sort of armour.

And so Hrera would sip tea from her porcelain cup, and Forra from her tankard, and they would chat amicably (and Hrera would ignore all the swearing, and Forra would ignore all the prim fussing). Because as different as they seem? Here’s a Dwarrowdam who gets it.

I love the idea that Dain I was a knitter! I bet none of his three kids ever got cold tootsies. ❤