AUGH
THROR FEELS EVERYWHEREEEEE *collapses into a puddle*
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But what does Thror think of Bilbo? 😀
OH MY GOODNESS HAHAHAHA
I just realised I have never given anyone anything about Forra! And I like her so much ❤
Forra is a heck of a Dwarrowdam. She was poor. Very poor. Bombur-and-Bofur poor, in fact. The kind of poor that never really lets go of a person. She instilled a little of that urgency in all of her children, actually – she didn’t mean to, but that kind of thing bleeds through and children are perceptive. She was probably the most earthy Queen the Dwarves have ever had. She looked like a mine full of diamonds all dressed in her full regalia, of course – but wouldn’t hesitate to roll up her dazzling sleeves and hitch up her jewel-studded skirts (and tuck them into her drawers!) to help birth a litter of piglets, or help an old Dwarf with their washing, soap-suds soaking her arms to the elbows and staining the silk.
The conservative element that so protested Dis’ marriage to Vili had not yet arisen. That was more a matter of timing, than anything. After three exiles from as many homes, the newly-homeless Council in Ered Luin were clinging even more tightly to very rigid tradition, trying desperately to hold onto a sense of continuity in the face of disaster.
In Forra’s day, however, things were somewhat more relaxed.
Dain I met her utterly by accident, while he pretended to be someone else (a habit of his). It wasn’t too hard to figure out who ‘Danin’ really was, though. Forra played along, though she had to shake her head at times. I mean really. It was blindingly obvious that this Dwarf didn’t know a damned thing about living in the poorer quarters of the Grey Mountains.
She swears like a trooper, Forra. She doesn’t have an elegant bone in her body. She will kick anyone’s arse – heck, she’ll kick her own arse. And absolutely, Forra would definitely drink tea! Hot, sweet tea please, with plenty of milk. And she’ll have it in a battered old tin tankard. 😉
Hrera would have been utterly dismayed by her at first. And then she would have recognised that for all their external differences, they are very very alike. Forra just wears a very different sort of armour.
And so Hrera would sip tea from her porcelain cup, and Forra from her tankard, and they would chat amicably (and Hrera would ignore all the swearing, and Forra would ignore all the prim fussing). Because as different as they seem? Here’s a Dwarrowdam who gets it.
I love the idea that Dain I was a knitter! I bet none of his three kids ever got cold tootsies. ❤
Ooooooh, gosh Kailthia! Making me work today, hahaha.
Okay, Thror was immediately very impressed by the gentle, composed and loving Fris. He was thrilled to know his lad had found a lover so devoted (and such a match! Fris is well-educated and incredibly accomplished: an instrument maker as well as a musician, and the daughter of hard-working and successful mine-owners.)
He was initially very worried for Dis when she dragged Vili back and announced that no matter what, she would marry this out-at-the-heels stonemason. He came around, though, when he heard her laugh again for the first time in years.
(Thror has always adored his granddaughter. He calls her ‘our little sparrow’.)
He approves very firmly of Mizim for Gloin. She is a sensible Dwarrowdam, and between them they have enough financial and political savvy to keep their children from the wolf’s door.
He was GOBSMACKED over Tauriel. Still can’t quite wrap his head around it.
He was furious over Legolas. Thranduil’s son, and a child of Durin! NO. NOOOOO. *angry Dwarf noises*
(he’s slowly coming around, ha. Most of that is for Thorin’s sake, too. He can’t actually deny his grandchildren very well!)
He was surprised when Dwalin decided to marry so late in his life. He was a trifle intimidated by Orla at first, but over the years he has learned that there is a great deal more to her than the impassive facade she wears.
Okay – well, I believe that young Fror’s soul, because he was so young, was one of those Dwarrows who was sent back into the world. I have not decided who he became yet (I am still deciding between Dain and Dwalin, argh.) Thror knows who he is, though. When that Dwarf dies, he will remember, and Thror will have his brother again.
Gror is there. There were many, many tears. 😦
Dain I and Forra have been hovering around both their lads. They are loath to step into the very tight knot that is Thror’s descendants (it’s a tangled tangled mess, and Dain is clever enough to know when to butt out) but they are there for him and for his brother, always. Much of Thror’s balance nowadays comes from not only the support of Hrera and Fris and Thrain, but also from Dain I and Forra, his quirky tinsmith wife. When his anger and shame and guilt start to overwhelm him, they are very good at stopping it in its tracks.
Hey Nonnie!
No sorry, I didn’t get it! Thank you for re-sending, hoo boy, that’s a tough question.
I think? That it was not a fast change, as with Thorin in BOTFA. I think that the obsession came upon Thror slowly, creeping over him bit by bit (and always urged on by that terrible and insidious force he carried upon his finger.) It would have been a very gradual change, over years and years. And many, not even those closest to Thror, could have pinpointed when it really began.
Hrera has pride that you can break diamonds upon. And so when she recognised that Thror was acting a little unlike himself now and then, she held her head high and continued on. He was still affectionate with her, he still played with his grandchildren and kissed her each morning and sat obediently to have his hair and beard braided. So it couldn’t be that serious, surely.
Perhaps he was simply stressed. He had been King for a very long time. Hrera made an effort to lift his workload.
To her unhappy surprise, he spent what little time she managed to buy him in the treasury.
Others began to give the King worried looks. But Hrera stared them down, and made a redoubled effort to bring Thror’s attention back to where it had always firmly been: with his family and people.
To her absolute dismay, the change in his behaviour wasn’t even precipitated by some random greediness. He would mumble about his wandering childhood, about protection and security. “We need enough to keep us all fed,” he would say, “from the smallest child to the eldest greybeard! Thranduil’s arrogance is endless, as is his jealousy. He only wishes us ill: he knows nothing of what we have endured. We will never be powerless again!”
It was with a sinking horror that Hrera realised that the dragon’s illness had gained a foothold in her husband through one of his most laudable traits: his love of his people.
He could still be drawn out by little Dis now and then, or by Thrain. He still sat and had his hair braided every morning. But his eyes travelled to the Arkenstone when he should have been paying attention to the day’s business, and his hand clenched and unclenched upon the arm of the throne as the anxiety and urgency washed over him in huge waves.
By that time, whispers circulated everywhere. Hrera made a mammoth effort to protect her family, particularly her youngest grandchildren, from being affected. But Thorin, who was older, noticed. Thorin saw everything, and heard the unkindest whispers.
Hrera was still Hrera, however. She lifted her chin, and carried on.
(and reached for the cold side of their bed every night, longing for Thror to come back from that golden gleam to see the love and fear and worry in her eyes.)
Thror thinks Hrera is hella abnâmul (shapely, fine, beautiful, fair to see)
😉
Small Sansukh headcanon for determamfidd: Thror and Hrera still stare at each other with dopily-in-love faces all the time. Because they are just that awkward. Hrera is sneaker about it. Thror is unrepentant.
This is absolutely 800% accurate.
Hrera: no… no, I am regal, I am in control at all times. I like that coat on him. Regal, poised, elegant. That colour brings out his eyes. REGAL. IN CONTROL. Gonna tear that off him later – no. NO.
Thror: Hot damn, my wife is hella.
I will LOVE THEM ALL.
THAT. IS. SO. CUTE.
(Thror would be twice as pleased. First baby-snuggles, then beard-combing? SCORE.)
determamfidd I have tried to do your wonderful OC Hrera justice in the next instalment to my Durin’s falling over seires
AWWWWW BATTLEPIG!!! *hugs you*
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