*whispers* I love the line of durin so damn much
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Finally got around to finishing the daemon AU version of the sons of Gróin.
Previously: sons of Fundin, Brothers Ri, Ur Family
Óin has an Asclepius snake. This type of snake is associated with healing arts and medicine (it’s used on a lot of logos for health services), which fits pretty well with Óin the healer. Snakes also seem to crop up a lot in omens and fortune telling, which fits Óin’s role as something of a mystic. (
Pretend I can draw tables that obey the laws of physics?)Glóin has a red tibetan mastiff. These dogs are massive and have epic red hair, and look absolutely terrifying in attack mode. They’re also guardian dogs who are protective of their flocks and families. They are intelligent and stubborn and need a lot of training.
Bonus baby!Gimli and his unsettled daemon. I’ve not decided what adult Gimli’s daemon would settle as, but I wanted to draw Glóin being a good dad because awwww ❤
Next (and last): Durin’s Line.
Oin and Gloin the fruit of the loin of Groin.
Why the fuck did this turnout sideways? I dunno. Well, have a hug with Haban and her sons when Gloin enters the halls of Mahal.
Ahhhhhhhh it is wonderful! I love it!
Sooo much beard envy, omfg. Haban’s faaace! They are gorgeous, ahhh, those braids! Gloin! Oin!! Haban!!!
Thank you so much!
can you please tell us more about haban, and her relationship with her husband and family? i love her so so so so much!!!
HABAN ❤
Okay, from my ‘Meet a Dwarrowdam’ blurbs:
Haban daughter of Hara
Haban was a successful Firebeard merchant who traded from theIron Hills to Ered Luin and back. She met Gróin son of Farin, a young nobleman,
on a stop at Erebor and they instantly fell in love. Haban had the bright and
abundant red hair of her people, which passed down to her son Glóin and
grandchildren Gimli and Gimrís. She was very canny, aggressively competitive
and liked driving a hard bargain. It was Haban who first instilled an interest
in banking and financial matters in Glóin’s head. She was also an axe-dancer of
some repute, and could spin as many as four at one time. Haban was killed when
Smaug attacked Erebor in 2770 TA.
Streetwise, proudly Firebeard, shrewd, savvy and direct, Haban is a real firecracker! She loves to haggle, and would happily spend all day trading just for the joy of the competition. She doesn’t much mind winning, either 😉
She was a trader in luxury items such as fancy textiles, copperware, jewellery, wine and other such things. She liked a drop or two herself. Red wine please.
She was a great student of human Dwarven nature, and would study people closely. She liked knowing what they wanted, what they were willing to part with, what they weren’t saying. Never play poker with Haban!
She fell in love with Gróin entirely by accident. He was trying to haggle for one of the fine cloaks she had for sale. She refused his price – couldn’t he see the clasps? – and didn’t think twice about him. But he came back, with a sliiiiiightly better price. She still refused. He came back to her cart seven times that day, each time with a better offer… but it still didn’t tempt her. However, she did notice that the (annoyingly insistent) Dwarf was sort of funny, in a gruff, twinkly way. And he had nice hands. And he had a gorgeous beard.
She missed him the next day, as she packed up her cart and retrieved her ponies. He hadn’t shown up, and she was almost regretting not parting with the cloak. Still, she had done the right thing by her business. Why, what would be said if it were known that Haban daughter of Hara, sharpest trader in all Middle-Earth, were to go about underselling things? Her reputation amongst her suppliers would be destroyed. No, she had done the right thing.
Just as she was leaving…
He came back. With an offer of dinner.
She accepted.
And then, their boys. She taught them both the dances and songs of her people, nearly lost now. Haban is a famous axe-dancer (the great art-form of the Firebeards), and a fierce defender of her clan. Oin was instantly captured by the history of it all. He was such a little scholar: he loved hearing tales of greatness, of mighty halls and far-off lands. He discovered healing that way, through poring through texts about the distant Dwarves of the Red Mountains.
Gloin was very like Haban in spirit: financially savvy, competitive and prickly. But so, SO loyal, and affectionate to a fault. He would go all-out, tiny fists flying, at anyone who dared suggest that his father had somehow married beneath him. Or worse – attacked their Firebeard heritage.
Haban wasn’t as smothering as many Dwarven mums can be! She let her boys discover themselves, and helped them along the way. She was a great advocate of learning from mistakes.
Though she outwardly rolls her eyes, she is very quietly and secretly rooting for her husband every time he begins one of his silly competitions with his brother Fundin 😉
Check out cybermanolo‘s brilliant pic of Haban here!
THAT!!! OIN AND HIS ATTITUDE AND SASS TOWARDS HIS KING. I LOVE OIN. I LOVE HIS SELECTIVE HEARING. LOVE LOVE LOVE. He’s said a number of things to thorin in sansukh that just made me fall to the ground laughing, chief of which is pitiful king and also having no time to watch thorin have feelings HAHAHAHAHAHAH I LOVE THAT HE WAS CONSTANTLY ON THE VERGE OF JUST HAVING DONE WITH IT. PROBABLY WANTED SO MUCH TO SMACK THE BURGLAR AND KING UPSIDE THEIR HEADS. but oh, everromantic gloin finding it sad <3
I ADORE CHEEKY LOYAL-BUT-DISRESPECTFUL SASSBUCKET 110% OVER IT ALL OIN, AND GRUFF CRUSTY-ON-THE-OUTSIDE BUT GOOEY SOFT-CENTRED GLOIN (i’m sure that’s sort of obvious by now, heh!)
Thank you, lovely Nonnie, I am so glad you like it too! (and i am so happy you liked the ‘pitiful king’ and the ‘watch Thorin have feelings’ bits – I’m also p fond of ‘too many elves’. Oin is just so much fun to write!)
although we are totally spoilt for choice, i must say that one of my favourite ever lines is Ori’s “you mean he knows?” in Ch9. ABSOLUTELY GLORIOUS. ALWAYS MAKES ME CACKLE. I just love how you manage to encapsulate so much in a single sentence. To me it just represents the thorough lack of subtlety all round from start till end from basically everyone re bagginshield: the exasperation, the incredulity, how everybody knew except, naturally, thorin, and how much headdesking must have occurred.
SO much headdesking. SO MUCH. Every desk ever, covered in little dints from the repeated impacts of twelve Dwarven foreheads.
I mean, the Bagginshield in Sansukh was eventually an open secret to just about everyone – except the main players.
Ha, yeah! TOTALLY unsubtle, Ori. But to be fair, Ori was totally incredulous that – really? Finally really truly? Has he actually figured it out, can we stop not-saying the bleeding obvious now?
Bofur was still a bit steamed about it all, even two years later. Gloin found it all inexpressibly sad.
(Actually – during the Quest, Gloin became very good at surreptitiously stepping on Oin’s foot at appropriate moments. Oin isn’t the most diplomatic of Dwarves, and he was on the verge of just barking it out at least twice a day. What? Not like he would have had to listen to the fallout. Ear trumpet busted. You know.)
It’s the only bet that Nori never collected on. He’s STILL a bit salty over it.
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Hello!
Zaphod your voice is ADORABLE oh my gossssssh
OIN!
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Hello to my lovely fellow cast members on the Sansukh podfic, Óin at your service! I thought it might be fun if I posted a link to my audition to introduce my voice to you! Although I auditioned for Gimli, you can imagine Óin’s lines in here instead.
Welcome, Oin! Beer’s in the fridge 😉
Oh Great and Terrible (For Making Me Cry) Dets, will you please share how the Frankly Amazing Friendship of Bofur and Dain came to be? I’ve wondered since Chapter 2, when Bofur (of all the Company) was the only one to see the Mirkwood/Erebor Treaty signed!
It was sort of an accident, really.
So many people were injured after the battle. Bombur’s leg was mending, if slowly (the orc-poison damaged so many of his tissues, it was a wonder he managed to regain any use of it at all. Dwarves are hardy folk, though) and Bifur lay insensate after the reopening of his head wound. Bofur was frantic with worry. Oin eventually shooed him from the sickrooms to go and eat something, because: ‘I don’t need another patient, an’ you’re about to drop where you stand! Go! Eat! Rest! Bugger off, I don’t want to see you again for at least a day!’
So Bofur was at a loose end. He couldn’t rest, though, not when his kin lay so terribly injured. He ate, but didn’t really taste it. He wandered for a while, aimlessly drifting through ruined Erebor.
And then he stumbled over the entrance to the tombs, where they’d laid Thorin and the lads only days before. The torches were lit, and he found himself taking the long steps down, down, down into the chill.
The statues were freshly hewn and hair was scattered around their feet, cut from many beards in mourning. And sitting upon the plinth that held up Thorin’s likeness was Dain, his head bent and in his hands.
Bofur paused, ready to leave, but Dain heard him. The new King lifted his head slowly, as though it weighed a tonne. His eyes were shadowed pits of grief as he met Bofur’s gaze.
The two stared at each other for a long, heavy, awful moment.
Then Bofur blurted, “want to go get drunk?”
Dain’s mouth actually twitched. “Do I ever.”
And so they did.