Tag: hrera

Hrera totally arranges for a giant pile of pillows in her apartments in the Halls before Thror dies. Because preparation never hurts.

Okay, sadness ahoy…

I think she probably began making them the minute she began watching Thror in the waters. Pillow after pillow, each one a product of her frustrated love. All in the knitting she so disliked – but her hands had to do something, they had to work on something. Each one as fine as she could contrive, covered in angular patterns and little bobbles and tassles at the corners, names and pictures, the works.

The pile on the cold side of the bed would grow higher, and she would turn to it again and again over the course of those terrible years. Because she had grown used to so many pillows at night. Because she was lonely and worried and frantic. Because when she rolled over, it felt right when something soft met her arms – even if it didn’t snore gently or have terrible bedhead or snuffle into her embrace.

Hrera probably disapproves of Thorin being so anti-decoration? Like, her stuff is always decorated so tastefully and beautifully, always looks gorgeous. And then there’s Thorin’s work. Master craftwork, but. So. Damned. Plain.

She certainly would. Just as she disapproves of the terribly plain beard and hair choices of her adopted Longbeards. To Hrera, taking a bit of care is showing pride in yourself and your work. To leave it (or yourself) so unadorned is to devalue yourself somewhat.

*shrug* she has Opinions.