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A member of the Broadbeam people
@tolkiengenweek Day one // Community
⁴⁄₇ of dwarven clans » Broadbeams
"Though these four points were far sundered the Dwarves of different kindreds were in communication, and in the early ages often held assemblies of delegates at Mount Gundabad. In times of great need even the most distant would send help to any of their people. Though they were loth to migrate and make permanent dwellings or 'mansions' far from their original homes, except under great pressure from enemies or after some catastrophe such as the ruin of Beleriand, they were great and hardy travelers and skilled road-makers."
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Longbeards (Durin's Folk): Durin´s, the eldest of the Dwarven fathers, folk are one of the longest lived dwarf clanes and can, they live long even for other dwarves. Their capital is Khazad-dûm, later known as Moria, located in the Misty Mountains. They speak Sindarin (common) and Khuzdul. Longbeards can be around 250 years, and presumably have longer beards than the rest of the Dwarves. The Longbeards woke in Gundabad.
The Seven Houses of the Khazad by Artigas
Stiffbeards: Renowned Craftsman, they make their homes in ice caves on the vast frozen lands up north, starting around the ice bay of Forochel and all the way down in between the mountains of Angmar and the grey mountains (Ered Mithrim). Very secretive and peaceful, they avoid taking part in any troubles from the outside world at any costs. Despite their secretive ways, they are also accomplished merchants, and regularly travel vast spans of the frozen lands to trade with many diverse cultures. The items they create from exotic materials such as Ivory and bones from sea monsters are very sought after, in particular their fabled toys. Stiffbeards are ultimately free spirits, lovers of music, stories and the tribe above everything else. Stonefoots: They are the somewhat less developed branch of Durin’s folk, widely regarded as great miners, gem cutters and delvers. They are otherwise considered by many to be quite simple-minded, stubborn and difficult to deal with, but despite that they are greatly favoured by the Longbeards, which hold them in high regard as dependable and trustworthy allies. They dwell on the southern part of the Orocani on the east side, near the pinewoods and shores of the sea of Rûn. Broadbeams: Great merchants from Zirakbhund (Mallost) and later Mount Dolmed in the Ered Luin, they were Founders of the great city of Belegost (Gabilgathol). The Broadbeams are well known for their wealth, their prosperity, and the formidable fortresses they have built. They are also widely respected for their military might, and in particular for their legendary Dragon-Warriors. They are also considered the greatest armourers the dwarves had ever produced and were the creators of the fearsome Dwarf-Masks. Most prominent among the Broadbeams was King Azaghâl who wounded Glaurung the Dragon, and whose Dragon-helm was later passed down to Turin Turambar as part of his family heirloom. Longbeards: Noble and wise rulers, originally from the northern part of misty mountains on Mt. Gundabad (under which Durin himself is said to have awaken) and later on its southern ranges where they founded the great city of Khazad-dum, dug under the three peaks- Barazinbar, Zirakzigil and Bundushathûr. Regal, prosperous and traditionalist, they are the righteous heirs of Durin I The Deathless, and are therefore the supreme rulers of the dwarf kind. The Longbeards are held as a divine and sacred lineage by the other clans and command great power. Firebeards: Hot-headed, warlike and tough, Firebeards came from Nogrod (Tumunzahar) in the Blue Mountains. Supreme metalworkers, they are said to have invented maille. They are also hailed as the greatest Blade-smiths among Dwarves, and naturally many of the best came from their ranks, such as: Gamil Zirak (said to be the greatest of all times, maker of the knife Angrist, the sword Andúril and the Dragon-Helm of Dor-Lómin), as well as the legendary Dwarf-smiths Telchar and Garmur. They befriended the elves with whom they traded profusely, and were commissioned by King Thingol of Doriath to delve Menegroth as well as to create treasuries and weapons for him. The necklace Nauglamír was their greatest creation for the King, and the cause of equally great woe. Ironfists: Proud, strong and fierce, the Ironfists are renowned for their formidable warriors of noble descent and their military might. Hailing from far up north on the Orocani mountains and near the gulf left by the now extinct sea of Helcar, they are said to be the first to unveil the secrets of Iron and Steel, which they brought to Durin as their gift when they answered to his call. They are a very warlike and greedy people though, and are accounted to have been involved in many shameful minor wars against other clans, particularly with the Firebeards, to whom they bear a grudge and consider to be their rivals. It is also with great difficulty that they accept to be ruled over by the Longbeards, and despite recognizing their authority as rightful rulers of the dwarfkind, they take every opportunity they can to act independently. Blacklocks: Great architects and Jewell makers that made their homes in the Mountains of Shadow’s far eastern side (Ered Glamhoth), among the remnants of Hildórien in the arid lands scorched by the never-ending sun. They were the first to develop civilization and are prodigiously rich and unbelievably proud. The Blacklocks are very famous for their wealth and they guard it with extreme avarice. They are also accused of being the “black sheep” of Durin’s folk and of being greedy and selfish, as well as of worse things such as dealing with orcs and perhaps even Mordor. Unfortunately, many times those accusations bear more than a hint of truth.
in their halls of stone || Chapter 3: Topaz
part of Heirlooms
A history of the Dwarven-Rings: from their gifting to the Kings of the Seven Clans, through the bellies of dragons, and into Sauron's grasp. Chapter 3: The Topaz Ring of the Broadbeams.
For @khazadweek Day 3: Broadbeams! Featuring dwarven-kings gossping and Sauron being his nasty self.
START AT CHAPTER 1!
chapter 3 notes:
Rating: M | Major Character Death | Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationships: Hannar I (OC) & Naugladur II (OC), Sikhil III (OC) & Sauron Characters: Naugladur II (OC; Broadbeam King), Hannar I (OC; Firebeard King), Sikhil III (OC; Broadbeam King), Sauron Word count: 1k
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“Since they were to come in the days of the power of Melkor, Aulë made the dwarves strong to endure. Therefore they are stone-hard, stubborn, fast in friendship and in enmity, and they suffer toil and hunger and hurt of body more hardily than all other speaking peoples; and they live long, far beyond the span of Men, yet not forever.”
― The Silmarillion, “Of Aulë and Yavanna”
⤷ comission for @anthropologyarda
(Wow... so this has been a work in progress for coming up to a year now ^^;)
I was inspired by Silver_Pup’s fic The Long Road Home to draw my own interpretation of the 7 dwarf fathers. The names and base descriptions are courtesy of Silver_Pup. I had so much fun designing these dwarves and imagine what the contributed to Dwarven society.
Alviss and Dellingr were the founders of the Broadbeams and Firebeards and awoke in the Blue Mountains.
Hermóðr and Forseti founded the Ironfists and Stiffbeards and awoke together.
Meili and Vor were founders of the Stonefoots and Blacklocks and awoke together.
Of course Durin I founded the Longbeards and awoke alone...
Day 26 - Dance
Mur sighed as she served out the stew, helpers (mostly pebbles) running around with the tireless energy of the young bringing back empty bowls, washing them for the next round, and generally getting underfoot. The group had been straggling along for what seemed forever before she finally told the Longbeards that they needed to stop and rest since nobody else seemed inclined to do so. They were tired, oh yes. She could just see the way the other Broadbeams were stumbling along staring at the ground to see that! But the bloody Longbeards apparently felt it was appropriate to march this exhausted and frightened group of refugees along like a bloody army. Ridiculous.
She had sorted out the food situation as best she could. While the Children of Durin were content to live on cram indefinitely, she was able to assure them that the children of Azaghal were not. Once they got a group of hunters out looking for game and she could turn some of the onions and potatoes the refugees had brought into a stew, even the Longbeards decided that maybe stopping every few days for a proper rest and some actual food wasn't a bad idea. Idiots.
Later, once all the fires were properly banked and the kitchen packed away for the night, she heard a sound she hadn't expected at all off in the distance: music. One of the soldiers must have brought a flute, and one of the Broadbeams had brought a fiddle from the ruin of their city. The sound chilled her because it made her remember how much she had loved to dance when... She stopped and hung her head for a moment. No, she thought. Time for bed.
"Mistress Mur?" She looked over to the sight of one of the Longbeard soldiers... Pim was his name, she knew by now. He'd been more helpful than most, if she was honest. He was very attentive, attentive to the point that she suspected he might want more than friendship. There's nothing left, she could have told him. I'm empty. Go find someone else who is still alive. I'm just a corpse too stubborn to lay down. "Care to dance?" He smiled, and oh he was handsome in the torchlight, wasn't he just? His dark beard was braided nicely, though dusty from the march; she was no treat of cleanliness herself, she knew. She smiled and shook her head, as though at a joke, and turned away. He could do better. "My apologies then," she heard behind her.
"It's kind of you to ask," she said, before she could control her mouth. "Only the serving took it out of me, you see," she babbled, cursing herself for a fool. "I'm just headed for some rest." With a bounce and a hop, he was suddenly beside her and smiling over.
"Of course," he said, relieved at what he thought he heard. "Then I'll bid you goodnight, and hope your dreams are pleasant." Ach, she thought sourly, though part of her was flattered enough to raise a flush on her face. I'll dream of the stewpot, my lad, not of you. But that was a lie. In her dreams, she danced.