Meet a Dwarrowdam: Hrera
A painfully upper-class Dwarrowdam from the Broadbeam ruling family, the Line of Telphor. Hrera is a silversmith known for her small and detailed work. She was wed to Thrór, King under the Mountain, in a match arranged by her father and the Council of Erebor. She moved to Erebor when she was barely eighty, and yet it didn’t frighten her in the least. Prim, proper and careful with appearances, Hrera enjoyed ceremony and tradition. She was never afraid to speak her mind, and thoroughly disapproved of “all this Longbeard stoicism”. In fact, she thoroughly disapproved of practically everything – except her grandchildren. She had dark brown hair and hazel eyes, and a rather fanciful beard with diamond beads plaited into it like water-droplets hanging from a branch. She had one child, Thráin. Hrera was killed when Smaug attacked Erebor in 2770 TA.
When Thror finally fell to Azog’s blade, Hrera waited impatiently in the hall before the selpuchre doors. The minute they cracked open, she actually picked up her skirts and raced inside, heedless of her dignity for the first time in her existence.
There upon the cold stone floor she found her husband, face in his hands.
Hrera did not speak, but simply held Thror close at last. After all his terrible tragedies, he had finally come back to her. Wounded, yes. But he would heal, and she would help. She would see to it.
When Thror’s tears had abated somewhat, she finally murmured, “your braids are a wreck.”
That prompted a new rush of tears from Thror – but he was half-smiling this time.
Aw Yiss 