The drawing I was meant to work on was frustrating so I sketched Bomris and Kifur from Sansukh. IDK man they’ve been in like one chapter but I have lots and lots of feelings about them. WIP because I might tidy it up and colour it.
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THESE SWEETHEARTS
THANK YOU SO MUCCCCH
For determamfidd, because the discussion on her blog about Bifur and his parents gave me a lot of feelings. So here’s some Ur family art!
Kifur and Bomris, Bifur’s mum and dad in the early days of their relationship. Bomris is quiet and shy, but I don’t think she’d mind Kifur being all affectionate with her.
Bomris and dwarfling Bifur! Bifur loves his mum. I like to think that that patch of white hair (which is different to where he’s greying as an adult) is just something he has, hence Bomris’s nickname of “little magpie” (which is so cute omg).
jasgfljHSFDLjh CHESS!! SHe is perfect! He is perfect! SO MUCH PERFECT OH MY FREAKING GAWD
Her sweet little smile when Kifur kisses her kjsdflkhgf, and Bifur’s little FACE! *keels over* Yes, I love the idea that the white in his hair came early!! Little Magpie, AUGH
THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! I adore it, and you!!
I KNOOOOOOW.
It was horrible. Bomris wrung her hands and cried a lot. Kifur hovered anxiously, weeping into his beard. It was simply awful.
(There was hope after he seemed to improve, following his second injury. But it slowly dwindled away.)
Oh he was! SUCH a handful. But, from Bomris’ Meet a Dwarrowdam blurb:
She
loves her family to pieces and often went without so that Bifur, her
enthusiastic and ebullient son, could be clothed and fed. Bifur is loud and boisterous with everyone except her.
Bifur’s gentle, cautious side was very much a legacy of his mother’s influence: that delicateness and quietness that helps him to craft those intricate toys. She was always soft-spoken, but always warm and loving. Her silence wasn’t one to shut people out. She made a quiet and peaceful place for people to rest and be together.
Kifur is a bit more outgoing, and loves a beer and a sing-song and a dance and a dust-up (though he isn’t anywhere near the epic levels of partying that say, Gimli or Bofur are capable of.) Compared to his friends, he’s definitely the more sedate one!
Their cripplingly-poor little home had a lot of love in it.
Awwwwww! Thank you, Nonnie! Yes, Bomris has had a very hard life. All that crushing poverty has left her tired and resigned, but she keeps going. She loves her little magpie, oh so much. And Bifur is hugely protective of his diminutive, introverted, soft-spoken little mum.
Awwwww, Bomris and Kifur!
(Bomfris, Bombur and Alris’ daughter, is named to honour both Bofur and her – her great-aunt, whom she never met.)
A bit of background on Bomris, first. She’s a small, thin Dwarrowdam with dark skin , black hair and rough hands. She is weary, resigned and beaten-down from her constant responsibilities, her anxiousness and worry. She is softly-spoken and tends to be nervous in company. She often goes without, so that her brother might eat.
Well, Bomris basically raised her younger brother, Bomfur (Bombur and Bofur’s dad). Their parents were lost in a cave-in – common enough in Ered Luin, where the Mountains had been so tumultuously and dramatically altered, half of them sunken and the tunnels waterlogged, treacherous and dangerous.
They were both miners, poor as the fleas on a church mouse. And as poor people who work in groups often do, it was usual to share a beer or two together after such backbreaking, dangerous work. Bomfur had a quiet, friendly drinking pal, who hung out at the taverns (such as good ole Borin’s in Ered Luin!) with the rest of that rather more rowdy bunch. His name was Kifur, and he liked to whistle.
It was in a tavern that Bomfur met the jolly, wisecracking Genna, and began their silly one-upmanship jokes competition. Genna could easily drink any of the others under the table (and then some!!!) and so one day, Bomris was sent for, to come and collect her utterly utterly soused brother.
That little Dwarrowdam couldn’t quite carry her (much larger!) younger brother, who was slurring and beaming at Genna and was of no use at all. Many of the others thought it hilarious, and slapped their hands on their thighs and roared with laughter at poor introverted Bomris.
But Kifur stepped forward and slung Bomfur’s arm around him, and hauled him up. “Which way?” he said, straight to Bomris.
She gave him a look full of gratitude, and showed him the way back to their bare little house. After Kifur had poured the sodden (and singing) Bomfur into his bed, he turned to Bomris and said, “is there anything else I can do for you?”
She shook her head.
He spotted her pick, lying by the door. “That handle’s loose,” he said. “Maybe I could fix that for you?”
She looked up, and a tiny smile crossed her face. “That would be nice.”
(By the next week, Bomris had a new pick-handle. And she had learned to listen for a lilting whistle, coming up her street.)
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?
Aw Yiss 