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Hobbit: Hair is Everything

Ok, picture this, dwarven hair is very tough and doesn’t fall out like it does with other races, with one notable exemption.

When a dwarf is dying their hair will shed slightly. Not enough that they’ll be bald by the time a pass into the halls of their forefathers, but enough to be noticeable. In fact, many dwarves find out their dying slowly by the hair in their brush.

So the whole point of this is that when Bilbo stays in Erebor, one of the dwarves find his brush, and the hair left behind in it.

Of course this sets all the dwarves into a frenzy and then some morning while a clueless Bilbo tries to understand what is upsetting his dwarves. He better find out soon,he doesn’t think he can survive another back breaking hug nor another bout of spontaneous crying when he walks into a room.

Bomfur, Determamfidd’s OC of Bombur and Bofur’s father. I don’t like his expression. But my previous image of the whole family captured his personality a bit more.

This was me experimenting with my iPad app again. I’m getting better, slowly. I’m waiting on a firmware update so that my stylus works properly with the iPad Air…which might be a long time. But it’s not half bad right now.

Next up will be a portrait of Genna, Bomfur’s lovely wife.

After that, maybe some actual illustrations of Sansukh, to keep me busy until the next update! ^_^

#787 I am tending to Bifur, help him wash and dress ect. and in return he braided my hair, and never leaving my side, he was very protective and would go in wood-carving and toymaking contest with Bofur to win my affection, in the end I got both and Bombur became my awesome brother-in-law.

The Naming of Dwarves

Another dwarf-themed Cats adaptation. Hrera, Jeri, Bomfur, Mizim, Haban, Gimizh, Barur Stonebelly and the Crystaltongue belong to determamfidd.

(This wasn’t meant to be a series, but I fell over and wrote this.)

The Naming of Dwarves is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a wizard
When I tell you, a dwarf may have three different names.

First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
Such as Thorin, or Dwalin, or Borin or Dáin,
Such as Hrera or Jeri, Bomfur or Dís–
All of them sensible everyday names.

There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the siring dwarves, some for the dams:
Such as Mizim, or Haban, Gimli, Gimizh–
But all of them sensible everyday names.

But I tell you, a dwarf needs a name that’s particular,
A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can they keep up their beard and their braidings,
Or spread out their inkings, or cherish their pride?

Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Ironfoot, Stonehelm, or Oakenshield,
Such as Barur Stonebelly, or else Crystaltongue–
Names that never belong to more than one dwarf.

But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no mortal research can discover–
But the dwarf themself knows, and will seldom confess.

When you notice a dwarf in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
Their mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of their name.