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. 

why does this fic exist

durinscrowns:

i have caught up to sansukh and i don’t know what to do with my life anymore. it has also inspired me maybe i’ll write something about some of the characters, maybe not.

good question… perhaps I could make an equation?

Hobbitkink prompt + Dets + inspiration + (research x 186) + (angst x 8759697) + (occasional funny x 7) = Sansukh.

😉

(I’m really glad it inspired you! Thank you SO much for reading!)