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31 Sunday May 2015
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inThe dwarves’ physical state in the Halls of the Maker corresponding to their mental state though-
- It takes decades for Thorin’s wounds to heal and they break open at the most unexpected moments. The worst was when he saw Kíli in the Halls for the first time. He is never fully whole again, although it does a lot for him to finally receive his sister’s forgiveness. The moment the last of his wounds, the one on his forehead, is completely gone is the moment when Dwalin, the last of the Company to die, finally joins them and feigns a punch in his face and then hugs him so hard he thinks his bones will break. (It is then that Balin’s wounds finally heal too, he who had sat in the Halls for hours with Thorin, talking about how they had both let go of their lives when there would have been so much more to live for)
- Thrór’s throat kept bleeding for so long that he took to wearing clothes with high collars in the Halls. It takes his family a long time to bring him back to where he was – and only when both Thráin and his three grandchildren arrive and tell him just how much he meant to them despite everything that had happened does he dare to wear more open clothes again.
- Everybody thinks Fíli is okay. He puts on a brave face, spends a lot of time with his brother, his family and tries to comfort his uncle. Nobody sees when he withdraws to his chambers from time to time, hand coming away bloody when he presses it to his chest under the clothes because he still thinks he failed them all. It is Frerin who finally picks up on it first (apart from Kíli of course, but Kíli knows everything anyway) and takes him aside for a talk, a small patch of blood blossoming on his own chest where the arrow had hit home so long ago for a moment.
- Kíli always laughs, looks unharmed and brightens everyone’s mood. He is everywhere at once, meets family members from all branches long dead that he is never known – he seems as alive in death as he ever was. Only sometimes, when he looks at his brother and his uncle, who shouldn’t be here, who he thinks he should have protected because he is the spare, it should have been him who died, not them- he flinches slightly, hand rubbing over his chest where Bolg’s weapon had found its mark.
- Dáin has tumbled in the Halls with a curse on his lips, but his wounds that still oozed blood for hours after he has woken up – he left them alone in the midst of battle, selfishly withdrew and died when nothing was safe yet – close up quickly when he hears a quiet grunt and a giant boar throws him to the ground, rubbing his enormous face on his clothes and he sees the smiling faces of those who await him.
- Dís follows him not long after, fallen, too, defending the mountain her kin died for. She lightly punches Thorin only moments after Dáin did and her brother carries a brighter smile than he has worn in decades when she’s finally there. Her wounds had closed the moment she had woken up – she knows she has given everything she had for the mountain and her people and could go in peace, to finally be reunited with her family and friends again.
30 Saturday May 2015
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Stop and smell the flowers. Yes, his face is full of dandelion parachutes.
This made me grin so hard for some reason
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30 Saturday May 2015
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inSo one day a dwarf is talking to a human and finally realizes that when humans say woman, they generally mean “person who is theoretically capable of childbirth” because for whatever reason, humans assign social expectations based genital differences. (What a fucked up culture, the dwarf thinks.) But hey, better communication! So the next time the dwarf introduces theirself, they say, oh, by the way, I am what you call a “woman.”
And the trade negotiations just stop. They just stop cold. The tall people insist on speaking to the man, they insist on talking to the lady dwarf about all sorts of irrelevant bullshit, like recipes and childrearing and perfume
so the dwarf goes back home, enraged
and is like “BTW guess what happened, we’re all just going to be men forever now as far as the tall ones are concerned”
and everyone is justly horrified at this barbarism but they all agree to do whatever it takes to squeeze those tall bastards for all the resources they are worth
and the dwarves get surlier, and the trade agreements less generous
and the tall people are all “what a miserable and greedy race”
but really they’re just still nursing a grudge about how goddamn backwards and sexist the tall people are
because their best negotiator, one of their sacred cave people, got snubbed the instant she said she was capable of childbirth – and a mortal insult like that can never be forgiven
Because Pi’s tags are great:
#yes good #personal headcanon: dwarves have fundamentally misunderstood human pronoun usage #and gender roles #they are very perplexed by it #eventually they went ‘fuck it apparently ‘he’ is the correct word’ #‘it’s their language and they keep using it for us’ #so then you have this situation where dwarves are cognizant of the words ‘mother’ and ‘wife’ #but not the usual use of ‘she’ secondary headcanon specific to Tolkien dwarves #dwarves that choose to bear children are held in high regard #because they are making new dwarves it is the ultimate craft #that’s what mahal did you made a new person #it is very impressive #everyone is impressed
Just as an additional thought, we hear that women dwarves generally stay within the mountain and are a protected, guarded subset of the dwarves. There’s not many of them, so there’s an implication that women dwarves are too precious to be allowed out.
But what if this too is a mistranslation? What if the dwarves were talking to the Men and when asked “where are all your women?” they hit a wall. They whisper amongst themselves, and eventually come back with a question, “What’s a woman?” The Men are incredulous.
“Why, the members of your race that bear children, of course!“
More dwarven whispering.
They reach the conclusion that Men mean dwarves who are currently pregnant. Well! Of course those dwarves are currently safe within the mountain, well cared for and generally loathe to travel until the child is born. The Men take this to mean that all dwarven women are discouraged from traveling, and that their primary purpose is childbearing. Dwarves find this a satisfactory outcome, especially with the way Men treat their women, and so even when the misunderstanding becomes clear to them they never correct it.
I have never converted to fan-canon so hard before.
I’m in love with this.
maHAL LOOK AT THE NOTES??? Depending on the circulation, this may be the post I’ve got some input on with the most circulation??
If I haven’t reblogged this already I certainly ought to have. This makes SO MUCH SENSE.
27 Wednesday May 2015
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This is an awesome site- all kinds of really gorgeous photography.
This particular image made me think of ickaimp
26 Tuesday May 2015
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inI just found the most amazing thing:
Hringas þríe þéodnum Ælfa,
allra ældestum, ofer eormengrunde.
Hringas seofun innan sele stænnum
Dwergdryhtnum. Derc heara hús.
Hringas nigon néote Moncynn,
hláfordas méra mégas déaðfæge.
Heolstres Hearra hring ánne weardað
in dryhtsele dimmum on dercan þrymmsetle
þér licgað scedwa in londe Mordores.
Hring án gewalde, hring án gefinde,
hring án gebringe, hring án gebinde
þéoda swá þéowas in þéostrum tógedere
þér licgað scedwa in londe Mordores.IT’S THE RING VERSE TRANSLATED INTO OLD ENGLISH
not just old english! that is alliterative verse! which is basically *the* poetic style when it comes to old english! tolkien wrote a ton of it, and even translated some of beowulf while maintaining the poetic structure! it is so right of them to have used that form of poetry!
This is so cool!
25 Monday May 2015
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inthemoodforportnawak: Buddah Cats – KyleKahotek (Imgur) This is some kind of bliss.
22 Friday May 2015
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doorways to otherwhere, fungus among us, inspiration, myth and science, reblog, thought-provoking
This gallery contains 10 photos.
qthewetsprocket: whowasntthere: notcuddles: ostealjewelry: mybroomstickcloset: Fairy rings occupy a prominent place in European folklore as the location of gateways into …
21 Thursday May 2015
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Thorin Ⅱ Oakenshield -the battle of the five armies-
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