Please know that this absolutely not accurate, since I am very new to the Tolkien fandom. I’m only doing this because it’s fun and thus isn’t really horribly concerned with accuracy. (You are however welcomed to point it out when I step too out of line.) Written with the help of the lovely @nopleaseexplain
Nami is a dwarf traveling with the company as their navigator, and occasionally second thief.
Second youngest in the Ri family, and the only woman in the company.
Flute player extraordinaire, can and did play with the others back at Bilbos’ smial while they were all playing hot potato with his plates.
She, despite being hired as one of their thieves, keeps track of their money.
Can punch like a damn battering ram. She may be more feared for her skill with her axe, but Bofur swears up and down he once saw her swing her fist clean through a goblins’ skull.
As any dwarf, she takes very well care of her hair. And to stay true to her character at least a little bit, she is not surprisingly the first one to bathe and wash her hair and beard and redo her braids whenever they get the chance.
She usually has one of her brothers help her with the braids, but eventually the company become so close enough friends that they’re basically family, and then she thinks it’s acceptable to have others help her. (She, along with pretty much everyone else, were ecstatic when they found out that Bilbos’ hair was long enough for braids. Though no one was happier than Thorin.)
After Mirkwood and meeting Vivi, whenever she’s annoyed with another member of the company she’ll just turn to them and start waxing poetic about her elfs’ beautiful eyes.
On the topic of elves, Nori was absolutely furious when he first found out that Nami was smitten with an elf.
She has a slim scar across her face from a barfight from when they lived in the Blue Mountains.
Nami, coming home at three in the morning with a limp and a bleeding cut across her nose: Hey bro, do you happen to know where the medical supplies are?
Dori: WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN
Kíli and Fíli like to make up very exaggerated stories about how she got it.
Bilbo was scared of her for a pretty long while because when he first met her, all he saw was the scar and her resting face. (Which makes her look like she’s mad all the time, even though she’s incredibly nice. Mostly.)
She and Nori have the same father. He left when their mother found out she was gonna have Nami.
She is tall for a dwarf, but not taller than Dwalin. But she’s up there.
Battle axe battle axe battle axe battle axe!!
Vivi seeing a woman barely reaching her chest who is wildly swinging a battle axe at the Mirkwood spiders: Cool. Cool cool cool cool. Good good good cool c-
Nami definitely tugs Vivi up to dance on a table more than once when they get married. (And of course at any parties after that too.)
Me: *Thinks about elf Vivi braiding her dwarf wife’s hair* *Remembers that hair is something that only family or partners help with in dwarrow culture* Oh God. Oh Fukc- *disintegrates*
Should I give dwarf Nami a small scar through her eyebrow? Like from some kinda bar fight of something. I’m really tempted, as the biggest lesbian I know she deserves a slit eyebrow.
