
Ori was out of his sickbed as soon as Óin gave him permission, though a
racking cough continued to plague him. He immediately began to help Nori
with relearning to walk. The former thief was sullen as he clattered
about their rooms. With each of his arms looped over the shoulders of
his brothers, he winced and cursed with every rattling step until
finally he roared with anger and resentment. Ori stood his ground, all
his shyness and uncertainty burned away in the fires of battle. He faced
his brother’s rage calmly until Nori had exhausted himself, and then
helped him back to his chair. Dori made pot of tea after pot of tea,
lips white and stiff, before carefully plaiting the drained and silent
Nori’s red-brown hair back into its elaborate braids. Then the Brothers
Ri held onto Nori’s hands tightly until he felt able to cry.–Sansûkh, Chapter 3 (by @determamfidd)
So I drew this a really super long time ago? I think it was legitimately the first sketch I did in the fandom, over a year ago now. I’ve kept trying to color or shade it and just hated it every time, so I figure it’s time to just post it and move on to arting other things. ;p This was one of my favorite moments of really early Sansûkh, and possibly my first case of Ri brothers feels (the first of so many XD). Presumably Dori is off making yet another pot of tea (since my paper was too small). Also, I remembered that the leg was supposedly made by Bofur, so it has his sigil on it as a maker’s mark.
ohgod ohpain oh NORI AUGH
Avi, i love it also i am a monster, how dare i ORI’S SCAR, the incredibly intricate detailling on their clothes, ahhh NORI’S EXPRESSION, his peg, oh NOri (I love that you remember about Bofur making the peg!!!) and mmmm *wibbles* It is beautiful and absolutely perfect, Avi you are AMAZING.

