*screams about my ocs for 500hours*
I felt like a horrible mom/god to my oc also i feel a need to post this
They say that dwarves don’t have to eat because when they were created by Aule, he hewn them from stone and popped them from the ground. Now of course this theory is unfounded and absurd, dwarves are mortal, as they have been reminded consistently for ages and ages. So they can’t live forever. But, dwarves are hardy people; they cut beautiful things out of harsh rock, make homes in sharp mountains, and endure countless tragedy just for the sake of being home. That at least, would be a good description. So the idea that dwarves don’t have to eat is unfounded, but they can go many days without food. Dwarves don’t wither when they die, they return to that rock from whence they sprung. This story is of a dwarrowdam fresh from a bountiful marriage formed from love and friendship: an insight into her life to say the least, and it must be told.
Thurna first daughter of Thir was bold. She loved fine jewels and always sought for better. She may have been jealous when her sister became a trade diplomat, but she never showed it. She may have been sad when her mother passed, but again, she never showed it. Bottling up feelings was her strong suit, and so was hiding her envy. You see, Thurna believed her family deserved much better than what they had, though what they did have was fairly well. They lived a semi-cushy court life, Thorna and Thir both had jobs to support the family, but they were jobs of high ranks and connections. Thurna was a scribe, she recorded councils with the King and saw his ever-growing madness, and if she was filled with fear, she never showed it.
But one day, Thurna was running an errand at the royal library, and she got a bit lost in the poetry section, reading about how the night sparkles in caves and how the water represented Mahal’s wife. Then she stumbled in upon Balbor, both literally and figuratively. Thurna had been walking to the check out with tall stacks in each hand while trying to read a book she had tucked upon her beard. She crashed into him and they both apologized at the same time, and then looked at each other, Balbor smiled, and Thurna smiled back.
They courted for three years and then were engaged. Everyone thought the marriage was rushed and not enough time was spent to get to know each other. They eventually wed on Durin’s Day, in a glittering cave with crystals embedded in the walls.
They tried for children at once, but it never worked. Thurna was taking medicines from every healer she could find but none of them would work. Eventually they went to a wizard, and he told Thurna that she couldn’t conceive even if she wished it.
Then Thurna ran. She ran down the steps of terraces and working districts, ran all the way down to the mines until she found an empty shaft, and she sat herself down in the corner. She rapped her arms about her legs and wept. This weeping wasn’t boisterous or grand. Her sobs did not echo through the halls, and they weren’t dry heaves that could be mistaken for laughter if you only listen a little. Her throat felt heavy, everything felt heavy. She leaned her head to her knees and soaked her beard. Her brow felt hot and her soul felt empty. All she could hear in the darkness was the gentle drip of water and the distant clanging of work being done. So Thurna closed her eyes in the darkness, and remained there for five days. She never spoke a word, and after a while she couldn’t cry anymore, but the heaviness and the sinking sensation in her stomach and throat never ceased. On the fifth day she finally looked up from her knees. And saw the shining crystals embedded in the walls of the mineshaft. They were glowing in the darkness, and Thurna felt a great rage towards them.
“These jewels are nothing to the price of kin.” Thurna thought in despairing anger. “Mahal to the West be my witness that I love these gems no longer. I prayed to Uzbadê and I only receive what I already possessed. I counseled with healers, I came to a ûdar. Will you not grant me the one gem I wish?” Thurna yelled out in pain, and above her she could hear muffled thumping. Then, Balbor walked in, his face was wrought in grief and terror, for he had heard Thurna’s proclamation.
Balbor ran close to Thurna and looked her in the eye. “Îridzu du-khuzd amrâlimê, we will get through this.” He brought his forehead to hers and they sat in silence. “We must ithmir b’tîr,” He said looking at her sincerely. “Get away? Why?” Thurna said, her voice rasped for she had not used it much. “Uslukh” Balbor said, turning pale. “ I won’t let you Imrid amrad ursul!” They kissed then, and Balbor wept for both of them. “We will protect each other.” Thurna said, and she took Balbor’s hand in hers.
They managed to make it to the entrance, but Smaug had tossed about large boulders. One crushed Balbor, it covered his entire bottom half. Thurna kneeled down at his side and wept for them. Huffing, Balbor took Thurna’s hand and looked her in the eye. “ You are a khuzd belkul amrâlimê, please, please nê kikûn inthir. I love you Thurna, you shine brighter than the Arkenstone itself. Keep yourself bright. My khuzd belkul….” Then, the light from Balbor’s eye’s diminished.
Thurna refused to eat for many days afterwards, and her lack of appetite worsened when she had heard of her father’s death. Eventually, she threw herself into the fray of battle in Azanulbizar, and never returned.
That is why dwarves are made to endure. They suffer hardships and loss and still continue on, but dwarves are mortal. They will always need to eat.