Six months previous to the Fellowship setting out from Rivendell (Scotland Yard) – a special unit of Erebor’s officers were selected by Superintendant Balin to aid in the retaking of Khazad-dum (Edinburgh) from gang control. Working undercover and in a contact blackout in a safehouse lovingly referred to as ‘Moria’, or the ‘Black Pit’ – Balin’s team included toughened old coppers and young technical specialists alike, and Gimli was sure that even though no contact had been made (even at the four month checkpoint) since they left – they’d help harbor the Fellowship in their passage though Edinburgh.
Ah, there’s a fair bit of argy-bargy about this! I’d welcome any comments.
There’s not much in canon to go on, comparitive ages-wise. I’ve blabbed about how I am translating Dwarven ages in Sansukh here and here and here. Basically, I am going with the idea that Dwarves ‘come of age’ at 70, though they may reach physical maturity much earlier.
Ori was around 127 (from memory?) when he died in Sansukh. He’s not a little Dwarfling any more – he’s most definitely an adult, in the prime of his years. But try telling Nori that!
(For comparison, during the Ring War, Gimli is 139.)
Anything’s possible! I’m not using that particular idea in Sansukh (it’d be an entire fic in itself!!), but it’s a heartbreaking and interesting headcanon!
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.