it's about the dwarves

anonymous asked:

Do you have any thoughts on Dwarf babies?

Oh boy I have lots of thoughts about dwarf babies ALL THE TIME

Dwarf babies are colloquially called Pebbles and are small with fuzzy pudgy cheeks!

Parents carry them around in slings when they’re very little and often keep them nearby when working on their crafts. The babies get comfort by holding onto their parents’ beards or hair, and they like to grab noses when they’re in reach. 

(They also tend to headbutt things in reach when they get the strength for it)

Dwarves raising pebbles tend to have quite good support from others when caring for them, especially within extended families and guilds. Bearers of pebbles are highly respected for crafting life like Mahal the Maker crafted the first dwarves. 

As pebbles grow, the first craft they learn (or at least try) tends to be that of a parent or other family member, because they are around them when they work.

(Contrary to popular belief, dwarf babies do not spring from the ground or the stone. The misconception that the Dwarven reproduction rate is so low is held by other races because not many outsiders ever get to SEE dwarf babies. Dwarves tend to raise their children in the mountains where it’s safe)

Dwarf Wardens leaving their home with Duncan and looking up at the sky and seeing clouds and the sun for the first time ever

Dwarf Wardens looking up at that same sky at night and seeing the moon and stars for the first time ever

Dwarf Wardens that have never even seen a dog before suddenly having this Mabari following them around

Dwarf Wardens getting caught in a rainstorm and Alistair has to explain No it’s okay the sky didn’t break this is a thing that happens sometimes

Dwarf Wardens boggling at how foods that are so rare back home- grains, fruits, crops- are everywhere up here

Dwarf Wardens being fascinated by flowers or bugs or trees

Dwarf Wardens that feel vulnerable without a cave ceiling overhead

Dwarf Wardens that feel free without a cave ceiling overhead

Dwarf Wardens exploring this world that is so vastly different from the one they know

Dwarf Wardens

Fenris takes care to fill their home with as many books as he can. He buys them in the marketplace, sometimes he finds them, though he mostly buys them now that he has the money. He buys books about…everything, from herb gardening to fantastical tales of man-made people, and he reads all of it. 

Katra reads a good bit of it too, though she definitely has more of a preference for the ridiculous books than the practical ones. But Fenris is a book glutton, his appetite is not so easily satisfied with one genre. He reads and betters himself, teaches himself how to cook better and even some traditional Fereldan things for Katra. He learns to garden, and to train any new dogs that come into their lives. He even reads a beginner’s book on writing and he tries his hand at that. 

He adores reading about geography and history of different peoples. The Alamarri are particularly fascinating, as are the dwarves. He reads about the Chantry and its founding, then he reads the entirety of the Chant. He isn’t one for singing, but he thinks he can speak it well. He enjoys Genitivi’s work, surprisingly, and as he reads, the more apart he feels. Apart from Tevinter and slavery. He feels like Fenris, lover to Katra Hawke, avid reader, occasional creative writer, a man who enjoys his fine wines and his shit ales from shit taverns with good friends, not Fenris the slave. Just…Fenris. 

When little Macie is born, he holds her close each night and picks a book from the ever growing library. He shows her book covers and whatever she seems most interested in, he reads for thirty minutes to her. Over time, she develops slight preferences for bed time stories - she’s like her mother and enjoys fantastic tales to see her off to sleep. But during the day, Fenris will often find her curled up on a couch reading about birds or bee keeping. There’s a new book in her grasp every week and he talks to her about them, he’s just about read them all. And they gab and gab and gab for hours. 

He teaches her how to cook, particularly the Fereldan dishes because that is her heritage. He shows her how to garden and how to train the mabari that finds her one day. And together, she discovers the joys of reading. 


An Instrumental Playlist for the Dwarves of Middle Earth

35 songs, 1 hour and 53 minutes


(I have ranted about this to my friend just now, but I have all these feels and I need to share my pain with all those of you who care to suffer with me)

I have never noticed this until now , but right at the beginning, when Gandalf comes to Bag End, Bilbo has a map of Erebor lying on the table. And I just….!

It’s been sixty years.

Sixty years!

All this time and the map is still lying on the table. He might have just looked at because he’s been planning to leave the Shire. Because he wants to see the mountains. 
But that map is framed. It hasn’t been resting in some chest to be forgotten about. It must have hung on the wall somewhere.

Just imagine him, every morning, having his breakfast (and second breakfast and Elevensies) sitting at that table, looking at that map. And every morning, it all comes rushing back to him: 

Fili’s laughter and Kili’s cheerfulness. Dwalin’s grumpy murmuring as he tends to his weapons. Bofur’s stories, and the sound of his flute. The way Bombur seemed to light up when talking about recipes and a good meal.

And clearest of them all is the sound of Thorin’s voice. The rare but warm smiles he seemed to reserve for those dear to him, and how Bilbo had been proud to count himself as one of them.

It hurts. It hurts so much. In the beginning because Bilbo finds himself thinking ‘what if’; if there had been anything he could have done better, if he could have saved them. 
Later it’s because he has realised that there is nothing that could have saved the three of them. They died too soon, too young, and Bilbo was helpless and knowing this is perhaps even worse than the wondering.

So Bilbo remembers. It hurts, and he lets it, because not remembering is worse. 
Because they were his friends, his family, and they were real and alive, and if Bilbo forgets that (-forgets them-) there will be no hobbit left to do so.

They deserve to be remembered.

So he tells their story to all those who want to hear it, and even to all those who don’t. It’s the only way Bilbo knows to honour their memory. He owes them that.

So he sings their song. Says the words and writes them down and whispers them to himself before he goes to bed and when he eats and when he regards that map - again and again and again.

Because if nothing else counts, all the world will know that he is sorry.

Are Elves really more beautiful than the other races of Middle-earth or is it just the plain, cold fact that they’re cleaner than everyone else at least 95% of the time? 

That inner glow in their skin … maybe it’s just a lack of grime.  Perhaps they had inherent traits of really good symmetry, height, and proportion, but every complexion looks better when it’s not dulled by dirt. 

The refugees of Laketown receive aid from the Elves of Mirkwood.

Child: (wide-eyed girl tugs on her mother’s hand) Mommy! The Elves are so pretty and their clothes look so fancy.  Aren’t they pretty mommy?

Woman: (awe-struck) They are fair as a spring morning and they smell like meadow flowers.  What is that fragrance that lingers about them?

Elf:  Soap.


Look at all these wonderful wooden bits!!

This was a great Sunday afternoon. I got to finally play Belfort for the first time. It’s really interesting worker placement game and doesn’t really unfold its strategy to you until about half-way through. You’re elves and dwarves building a town, and you get points based on how many building in each section you control.

Then I got to play one of my all-time favorite games, Orléans. I can’t praise this game enough. It mixes deck building with worker placement and has a ton of ways to get points. Every turn you want to do everything, but you’re limited in choice based on the colored discs you draw. It looks like an intimidating Euro-barf of a game, but it’s incredibly elegant. Everyone I’ve ever played with loves it.

I also played Quantum and Can’t Stop, two other awesome games. The night before was Onitama, Tokaido, and Mission: Red Planet. It was a good weekend.


some assorted bts pics from the bofa movie guide!!!

it’s that time again, the time when I’m pissed off when everyone is nodding wisely about ‘greedy Dwarves’ and 'mad mindless Thorin’, or 'every twitch Thorin now does is just the gold sickness’, or how Thorin and his blindly loyal company fucked up everything for everyone. While completely ignoring how Bilbo fucked up for selfish reasons as well, or how the Men and Elves didn’t stop to think either, or even about how Elves and Men have a higher track record of fucking up due to greed

He was supposed to have a shield according to concept art but I noticed he didn’t after the battle and so I figured he probably got hurt and I had to draw SOMETHING today

When Lenny and Gotham Converse...

So I know that a lot of you think that when @gotham-ruaidh​ and I chat it’s a lot of conniving to see which of us can come up with fanfic plots that will make you cry more… And you would be right. For the most part we do spitball ideas and pass snippets of works in progress back and forth to kill each other with feels - we have to make sure they work, after all. But we do often find ourselves on hilarious tangents and this one from the other day was too funny not to share. (You’ll have to let us know how much you agree and how much is just that we share the same lame sense of humor)

We were - as you’ve probably guessed - discussing fics in progress and I made a comment about my appreciation for when Murtagh is bashful (I bet some of you already know where this is going) and my mind immediately made the Disney association and so @gotham-ruaidh​ and I spent the next… let’s just say it was only an hour, debating and assigning which of the Leoch Higlanders would be which of the seven dwarves. 


The toughest role to assign was Grumpy, because there were so many viable candidates. Ultimately we decided that Colum was the grumpiest and most deserving of the designation. Once we knew that Colum was Grumpy, it became obvious that Dougal would have to be Dopey per Colum’s observation that 

“I’ve heard it said often enough that a man’s brain stops workin’ when his cock’s standin’, and now I think maybe I believe it. […] If the brothers MacKenzie have but one cock and one brain between the two of them, then I’m glad of my half of the bargain!”

With those two dwarves assigned, the next few were more obvious. Ned is the only true candidate for Doc just as Rupert immediately leapt out for Happy. Despite the bashful Murtagh comment that started the conversation, Willie was a more bashful Bashful. 

Though Angus had been a contender for Grumpy, he ultimately became our Sleepy - “Is that Spanish?” - which left only Sneezy. It was a tough rationalization but Murtagh is our Sneezy. Why? Because he’s generally quiet and innocuous but when he does get involved in something, it’s abrupt, forceful, and when it’s over you generally have the urge to bless him. 

With the dwarves settled, the question became which of Jamie and Claire would be Snow White to the other’s Prince Charming? The verdict: they share the roles in this unorthodox production of the fairy tale. They definitely take turns saving one another within the text and there’s plenty of kissing on both sides. 

And just like that, in the span of an hour we managed to turn the Leoch rent collecting party into a traveling production of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves with marquee performances at Fort William and Wentworth where Black Jack Randall assumed the role of the Evil Queen. 

(And now I’m wondering how long it will take for this to get photoshopped into a thing. Also, I found this conversation way funnier than I should have because Graham McTavish is a dwarf, just a Tolkien dwarf as opposed to a Disney one. Okay, I’m done now.)