SO! I am /trying/ to write a Laerophen centered ficlet and I am really struggling with the characterization. Do you have any tips?

Here’s some bullet points on how to write Laerophen Thranduilion, the Elven gooberking:

– he speaks formally

– he is graceful

– He dislikes Dwarves (but is VERY SLOWLY beginning to understand that his dislike is unfounded)

– He loves kids. LOVES them. They bring out an openness and an honesty in him that he will otherwise hide.

– he is not, actually, a confident leader. 

– When he is angry, he speaks very fast.

– He is not a natural warrior – all of his proficiency has come from dutiful practice. He is competent, not gifted. 

– He loves books and learning. 

– He is not good at reacting quickly. He will have a moment of flustered consternation, or annoyance, or anger.

– he tries to hide all this by being as cool and impassive on the surface as he can.

– BUT his mask is not very good. 

– He’s very proud of his home and his people.

– he finds it hard to relax. He is ESPECIALLY tense in large gatherings. One or two people, though – he is more likely to unwind with small numbers.

– bluntness usually gets him a bit wrong-footed. He expects other people to hold up a mask as well. Dain confuses the hell out of him by being upfront and honest, for example.

– He’s very very tall. Very tall. He stoops a little. 

– He is INCREDIBLY learned, but not a showoff. In fact, most people wouldn’t even realise. 

– He used to believe that everything that is worth knowing, came from Elves. And Sindar Elves, at that. Language, Cirth runes, history, lore, you name it. 

– that’s changing. He has lived in the middle of this Mountain for MONTHS now, and he has met Gimizh and seen the dance of the forge and has discovered that Bomfris knows what she is talking about and that Dain isn’t at all what he was expecting, and the Stonehelm is actually an admirable Dwarf altogether.

– His father is all-consuming and all-expecting in his love. He is a huge enveloping presence in Laerophen’s life – loving and affectionate and tactile, but demanding as well. Laindawar reacted by trying to meet these expectations: Laerophen reacted by hiding in his library.

– Laerophen is a loner back in Mirkwood as a result.

– He has been thrust into a place and situation CRAMMED WITH SO MANY PEOPLE, and it’s a siege so there is no escape. He is being forced to adopt social strategies he has no context for. 

– He was close to his fierce, silent elder brother, Laindawar. They are near in age. 

– he loves his youngest brother Legolas, but doesn’t understand his gregarious (for an Elf) social nature. Still, he tries to make Legolas laugh, a holdover from when he was a child and Laerophen made silly jokes and songs.

Okay I think that’s all good, I hope that helps! 🙂

OKAY BUT LIKE. What if, by the time Bomfris is havin her baby, Gimizh is getting really interested in the medical field! And he gets special permission to be present at the birth, but, to everyone’s chagrin, he brings along Laerophen (who had no idea what his little friend was dragging him into). Laerophen is terrified, Bomfris is in so much pain she just doesn’t care anymore, and at the end of the day Gimizh is guiding a horrified Laerophen back to his room. “It wasn’t *that* bad, you baby.”

OKAY BUT LIKE. Nope. I know this is trying to be cute and funny, but it actually made me a bit hot around the collar. 

a) I don’t think anyone in their right mind would let Gimizh anywhere NEAR a labouring mum. Nope. Noooo. 

b) he’s 25. That’s like, 10 or 11 in human years. 

c) Have a young member of your family, a kid (NOPE EW NOOOO NOPE), and a bloody elf WHO WAS NOT INVITED (!!!!!!!!!!!!) watch you go through one of the most terrifying, incredibly personal, vulnerable, EXPOSED, emotional and agonising things you are ever likely to do? 

Chagrin is not the word I would use. I would be FURIOUS if someone just dragged a goddamned guest along to gawk at me and my pain and my labour as though I were a specimen in a zoo, I would be murderous. I did. Not. Give. Permission. For them. TO. BE. HERE.

I’m not much like Bomfris, but we have that in common. Just sayin.

It’s her body doing the birthing after all. Just because her body is doing something a little bit awesome doesn’t mean that it has suddenly become NOT her body: she’s not a public curiosity, and birth isn’t a stage-show. Even med students have to get the labouring person’s permission to watch. It’s her body, her birth, her choice. 

Even out of your mind with pain, you have the right to choose what’s going on. There is such a thing as advocacy. Mr Dets did this for me. I had told him my birth plan, what I wanted to happen in the most likely scenarios. He went in knowing my mind, and he spoke up for me when I couldn’t speak for myself and made sure that my wishes were respected. He would kick out any gawkers quick-smart.

(The Stonehelm would probably draw blood. Heh.)

d) I think Balin would be the one interested in medicine, honestly. 

I know you were only trying to make a funny cute headcanon, and that’s awesome, keep headcanoning forever! But yeah. There’s why I disagree, Nonnie. 

Perhaps you didn’t know, and that’s okay. We’re given so many humorous narratives about birth, it’s natural to be lighthearted about it. I’m sorry if I came on a bit strong, but having now gone through it myself? I can’t actually see the above situation as funny.