Heirs of Durin: Dori, Nori: Love and Passion: T Rating

Heirs of Durin: Love and Passion

Note: New pairing tag added.  Only in the implied pre-pairing at this point.  Let me just say that I have never written a long fic in which I planned for Nori to be in pairing.  But he just does what he wants.  So new tag: Nori/Tauriel implied.  (possible future Nori/Tauriel/FC)


Dori loved with a fierceness few could ever match.

He never “fell” in love, whatever that mysterious phrase meant; he simply wasn’t wired that way.  His stomach never fluttered and his eyes never followed another person – male or female – with any sort of proper lust.  Males were handsome or females were beautiful; they were art, not sexual partners.

But he didn’t need to bother with romance to love deeply and fiercely.

The first love of his life was his mother, her hair already shining silver the first time he opened his eyes and took her in.  His mother was his source of solid, common sense advice, of warm cuddles by the fire, of lullabies and firm scolding he (almost) always deserved; she taught Dori to sing from his abdomen and transform hair from a mess to intricate braids.  From his mother Dori inherited a sense of organization and his hair, silver-white before his hundredth birthday.

The second was his father, small and square, his hands clever and gentle, his voice cultured.  Dori’s father filled his belly with hot food and taught his hands to sew and knit and crochet.  From his father Dori inherited his voice and his accent and his gray-blue eyes.

The third was a little red-faced bundle of kicking feet and running nose, and the words:

“You’re a big brother now, Dori,”

That made his heart race and his eyes widen as something in his young chest clicked into place.

(Others spoke of finding a craft like this, and years later, Dori would claim this feeling was caused by the texture of cloth in his hands; it was a lie.  This was his craft, this baby in his hands, the baby to follow, his parents who needed looking after even if they were too grown-up to know it.  He didn’t know how to say that, though; he didn’t know of any other dwarf whose craft was being a big brother.)