Tag: ori

SO I JUST REALIZED what with all the talk about Bomris that we haven’t seen her interact with Ori! Quiet-poor-tired (but recovering in the Halls) Bomris, meeting her beloved Bifur’s sanmelek, and Ori having known a little of the kind of life she would have had and being naturally shy and stuff and I just think they’d be really good friends??!! And super adorable??!! I can’t stand this fic it’s too much, like a cinnamon roll, too perfect, too pure

*stands up suddenly*

YOU ARE SO RIGHT OMFG I MUST RECTIFY THAT.

(ahhh wow you are super super kind, thank you!!)

So we saw the sweet tooth question, but now we need to ask the real questions; what about /sour/ candy, dear Dets? Or sour/tart foods, in general? I’m a fan of granny smith apples, the green ones? And sour dusted candies!

OOOOOOOH *thinks*

I think that Dori might have had a certain partiality towards sour/sweet tastes. Lemony cheesecakes, curd tarts, sour apple lollies, that sort of thing. MMMM. 

I bet Ori hated them when he was little, hahaha. Where are the chips?

Granny Smiths are in season here rn! OM NOM NOM. 

do you think some dwarves find love, even their Ones, after they’ve died, instead of while they were alive? or is finding your One something you can only do while still alive?

Hey Nonnie!

Oh, I have answered something very like this, somewhere back in the mists of time! Yes, however, is the short answer. Dwarves can indeed fall in love in the Halls.

However, the huge inertia of death – that changelessness and eternal nature of the place itself – really weighs upon everybody there. It takes a long, long time for any change to really eventuate (example A: Thorin’s journey of healing and self-knowledge). 

and that’s taking into account the nature of Dwarves themselves: “stubborn and slow to change” is right!

However, I can point to two Dwarves who fell in love after their deaths. Bifur has been dead for nearly 70 years, and Ori has been dead for close to twenty. They were good friends before Bifur died: Ori helped Bifur regain some of his powers of communication after the catastrophic reopening of his head-wound. 

But it is only after Ori arrived that they have found a new understanding. I am writing Bifur as demisexual (i.e. he only feels desire after a strong emotional bond has already been established). They grew closer over time, due to their shared experiences and their already strong friendship, and further still over the course of their watching-duties. They bring out very good things in each other: Ori can be strong for Bifur, he can be the carer, rather than the caree. He can be the protector too: Bifur often needs help still. And for Ori, Bifur can bring out his gentler side, and his endless patience (particularly handy when Ori is stressed over so many schedule changes!).

So, there’s my ideas! I hope you like them, Nonnie 🙂

Hi Dets! I was just curious about something – have either Nori or Ori run into their dads in the Halls? Or would they want to?

Okay, I’m gonna post the blurb so I can refresh people’s memories, hahaha!

Meet a Dwarrowdam – Zhori daughter of Yori

Zhori was a middle-class weaver, descended in direct line
through her mothers from the famously controversial concubine of the 25th
century of the Third Age, Ymrís. This was a matter of shame for the family, who
did their best to keep the matter hushed up. Zhori was very beautiful, with
soft brown hair that silvered early in her life, a full and luxurious beard, and
a stout and sturdy frame. She was reasonably well-to-do, comfortably set up,
and her beauty attracted many admirers. However, Zhori, a life-long romantic at
heart, was unfortunately terribly unlucky in love. She spent her whole life
searching. Her first husband, a handsome young miner, had married her dutifully
when she fell pregnant. But he then fell in love with another Dwarrowdam and
left Zhori soon after the birth of their son, Dori. They remained in touch, and
she held no ill-will towards him. Zhori remained alone for fifty years before
she tried her hand at love again. Her second husband was a dashing rogue and a
charmer, and he was killed in a game of chance while Zhori was pregnant with
her second son, Nori. Late in her life she was surprised by the advances of a
fellow weaver, and her third son, Ori, was conceived out of wedlock. Her sons
were fiercely protective of their mother, and they habitually referred
to themselves as the ‘sons of Zhori’. She was one of the few Dwarrows to die of
old age in the turmoil of the past two centuries, passing away peacefully in
her sleep in Ered Luin.

And now to your question, Nonnie! Actually – yes.

Ori was surprised to discover that he looks remarkably like his dad. They aren’t exactly close, but they are friends. Roi is a gentle, dreamy-eyed sort of Dwarf who likes his weaving and his sketching and his pipe, and is bemusedly proud of his rather famous son. He remains close to Zhori, too, and is still very much in love with her.

Nori immediately picked his father’s pocket, sad to say. They have a prickly biting sort of relationship. Nori isn’t quite ready to forgive the feckless, dashing Nevi for getting himself killed and leaving Zhori alone again… particularly because it appears that Nori is more like Nevi than he would care to admit. They routinely snark and aim little barbed remarks at each other. When that doesn’t quite satisfy, there’s always petty theft 🙂

Dori’s dad is there too. They don’t talk to him much, though they’ve noted that 

Dánin has the same splendid ears as Dori. Zhori holds no ill-will to her first husband, though her sons aren’t nearly so charitable towards the Dwarf who left her when Dori was only a baby. Even Ori gets rather pugnacious.