#víli

[lucifyrfallen]

my submission for @tolkienrsb 2025! Art slide #4

,,Sleepless Night”

New parents Dís and Víli of the Blue Hills are having a difficult time getting their infant son, Fíli to go to sleep…

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this artwork will be accompanied by a fanfic made by the wonderful @middleearthpixie, keep an eye out for when the AO3 collection is finally revealed!

while we [impatiently] wait, check out her other works on AO3 in the meantime! i had a lot of fun shading this one, i'm not one for dramatic lighting but it turned out so much better than i initially planned, especially with the thicker line art

[friendoffailures]

I'd like to thank Hozier for being the one who accompanied me publishing my first fic.

[filiswingman]

That fantastic fic has me reeling about kíli having víli's eyes now.

I just assumed it would be a blue x blue gene with fíli inheriting the blue and kíli getting the brown from dís parents or víli's parents

But that doesnt actually work science wise- so i booped around

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Maternal grandparents assuming both blue

V(brown) x d (blue)

We would see a 57% chance brown and 27 % blue

If V blue x d blue

99% blue .5 brown

But if we add in the variables of paternal grandparenta both having brown eyes and Víli also having brown eyes to the calculator it swings to:

57% brown and 28% blue!

KÍLI HAS VÍLI'S EYES

In conclusion according to a random ass punnet square calculator Vís likely had brown eyes and i need to edit some fics

[woodashandoliveoil]

I’ve started writing a collection of oneshots that take place in/around the TaBaTA universe! (Experience with said universe not required)

It’s called A Look Into Lives- Tales of Unexpected Adventures, and you can find it on AO3 and Fanfiction.net @WoodAshAndOliveOil

Here is a snippet of Chapter 1: The Tragedy of Dwalin and the Lady Dís

He was not sure if he had been too young to remember when the Great Dragon took Erebor, or if he had simply blocked those memories from his mind. Dwalin did not know, and did not care to find out.

What he did know was that for years afterwards, the smell of smoke would send him into a blind panic, unable to breathe, or think clearly. The warmth of fire on his skin would burn hot, though the flames never truly licked his skin.

In those times, he held on to his family. Not his father, nor even his brother, who was far older than him and often busy. No, Dwalin’s family then was a stubborn, angry prince and his younger, wilder brother, a princess more stubborn, angry, and wild than her brothers combined.

Links:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33284338/chapters/82647889

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13940342/1/A-Look-Into-Lives-Tales-of-Unexpected-Adventures

[kili-of-erebor]

I loved the Dìs headcanons ❤❤❤❤❤ Can we also please have Vili??

Huuuu okay so, Víli, my man

He was born in Erebor, but his family originates from the Iron Hills (I think his grandad was the one to come to Erebor, or maybe his great-grandad). It’s a family of blacksmiths and merchants, mostly, though they are distantly related to some noble family - technically, Víli is a noble too, in some way.

He had a good childhood, he grew up to be in happiness and they suffered no need. He grew up to be a fun person, staying positive even in hard times - though after Smaug’s attack, it drops a lot.

He met Dís down in the forges of Erebor, and it was love at first sight. They were young, just in their teens, and Víli was head over heels with Dís, yet he was always respectful and didn’t take advantage even when they were left alone. There was attraction, but they grew to be friends too.

When Smaug attacked, he was hanging out with Dís - he made sure she got out safely. Later he learned that his whole family was lost to dragonfire - and for the first time, he completely broke. Dís was there for him and she helped him recover, and they only fell in love even more - and the Durins more or less adopted him. 

He became close friends with Thorin and Frerin, and he was lucky to be liked by Thráin and even maybe by Thrór too - so when the Dís came of age to be married off, it was no question that Víli would ask for her hand.

But to everyone’s surprise, Víli actually insisted on courting her properly, despite of the dire struggles of the exile. Thrór and Frerin died in the meantime, and Thráin disappeared in the meantime, delaying their wedding. He was there for Dís, mourning with her.

Once they married, they immediately hit it off - one and a half years later Fíli was born. It was a tough birth, and Víli was there, apologizing to Dís all the while and swearing they would never have another child - five years later Kíli was born, regardless.

He loved the boys. Once he came down the high of becoming a dad, their second son was on the way. He was a devoted dad, being the first to get up for the baby when he cried, despite the fact that both his sons cried even harder in his arms - they were most likely intimidated by his big mustache. When the boys got a bit older, the taught them how to sing and play the fiddle, how to pull pranks and do tricks.

Fíli took after his looks, almost being the perfect copy of him (except the Durin blue eyes - Víli had those brown puppy eyes that Kíli inherited). Both boys took after his cheerful personality and his open-mindedness. Fíli wears the mustache braids in memory of him as that was a signiture look of Víli’s family, and Víli made a set of mustache beads for both of the boys to give them as a present of their coming of age. (He died before he could’ve done that, but Dís made sure to keep the beads and she gifted them to the boys - Fíli is wearing them, Kíli is not, because he doesn’t have enough mustache for that yet)

Sadly he died a few years after Kíli’s birth. It was an orc attack on one of their hunting trips. He held up the raid, so Thorin could escape and survive, knowing well that he was sacrificing himself for his king, knowing Thorin’s life was more important than anything. He was captured, and he died in the orc camp not too long after.

Dís kept waiting for him, and when she accepted that he would never return again, she swore to never marry again, despite having every chance to do so. Instead she made sure to tell the boys about their father that they barely knew and every year, on Víli’s birthday, they held a little celebration for his memory.

[joyfullynervouscreator]

Memento

@filisleftmustachebraid, inspired by @saraduvall who drew a lovely picture of Víli and Fíli.

What is the origin of: the mustache braids?

Dís’ sure brush-strokes had captured Víli’s likeness in many situations even before her favourite subject perished in the mines. When she woke from the greying state of numbness that had enveloped her since the news of Víli’s death, Dís was thankful for the many sketches she had made. It had been Dwalin – far more emotionally insightful than most gave him credit for – who had asked her if she would object to displaying at least a few of the drawings around the house. At first, Dís had objected vehemently, having no wish to be reminded of her dead One every time she turned a corner. Dwalin’s reply had simultaneously broken her heart and made it feel whole and full to bursting.

“Dís,” he had said, taking her hand in his warm one and squeezing it lightly. “Your son is too young to remember much of Víli, and this little one,” he pressed his fingers gently against the swelling bump under her tunic, which pushed back, making both of them stare in awed wonder at the first sign of the pebble’s rambunctious spirit. “This little one won’t ever know his Adad, unless we show him everything we loved about Víli, everything that made him your One and our brother. We owe it to Víli and to the pebbles to ensure that they do not forget that side of their family.” He paused, and she could see, even through her own fog, how much his next words pained him. “I wish… I wish we had more pictures of Amad. Some days I don’t think I remember the precise way she smiled.”

“I don’t know if I can, Dwalin,” Dís had replied hoarsely. “I still expect him to come home, whistling some new tune of Bofur’s and tickling my cheek with his ridiculous moustache.” Dwalin had laughed, and suddenly the world around her seemed less grey; the spectre of a dwarf loved in the room with them.

“You see? We can’t let them forget things like that. Remember the time he braided it into his eyebrows because young Nori dared him?” Dwalin smirked, and he was right, Dís thought, as the memory made her laugh more than she had thought herself still capable of.

Coming out of her daze, Dís found herself staring at one of the many sketches that hung around the place. This one showed Víli holding a sleeping Fíli, whose hand was securely wrapped around the braid on his chin, as his Adad tickled his cheek with the long unbraided strands of his moustache. Tracing the blonde strands with a finger, Dís felt happy that she had taken Dwalin’s advice so long ago.

  “Amad! Amad!” Fíli ran into the room, jumping up to sit beside her. Dís automatically wrapped her strong arm around the small lad who had only recently learned to run properly and now spent most of his day darting from one end of the house to the other.

“What is it, barzith?”

“Amadel says I’m going to grow a beard like Adad’s!” The little boy confided, in a conspiratorial tone that made his amad laugh.

“Aye, perhaps you will, barzith,” Dís smiled, picturing it in her mind as she bussed his as-yet hairless cheek. She could imagine the proud smile Víli would have worn on the day his golden son sprouted his first hair clearly. “I hope you’ll wear it in a less ridiculous way, however,” she added, mock-sternly, “no braiding your moustache into your eyesbrows!” Fíli gaped up at her, and Dís suddenly wished that she had captured that episode on paper, even if it was only to show Fíli that his Adad really had done such a daft thing.

“Adad did that?” Fíli asked, his eyes wide as he tried to make his own long locks follow the shape of his face from his lips to his eyebrows. Dís couldn’t help her laughter at the sight. Fíli mostly resembled a small bundle of straw, the hair entirely obscuring his eyes.

“Aye, he did, barzith,” she smiled, “and I’m sure you will have a beard to rival his one day, but I better not catch you braiding your moustache in such silly ways.”

“I promise, Amad,” Fíli swore solemnly, his earnest expression making Dís chuckle again. “I’ll have the best moustache braids, you’ll see,” he said, a small yawn punctuating the sentence. Dís smiled, kissing his forehead.

“I’m sure you will, barzith,” she murmured, stroking Fíli’s golden locks as her son fell asleep in her arms. “I’m sure you will.”

[filiswingman]

Víli means 'will or strength of character' and that has me emotionally damaged tonight lads.

[filiswingman]

Charcoal excerpt Fíli and Víli

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He knew much about lonely men. Though Thorin was far from distant, there was a time during the loss of his brother when he had been grieving and harder to reach. During those years it had been difficult to connect with him.

But he was never cold.

 Fíli can recall, however, the warmth and strength Thorin displayed throughout that time. Always patient with him and the other pebbles. Always there for others. In some ways his uncle was a lonely mountain but he always ensured no one else was alone.

If he reaches back to a time before even then. He finds in the pipesmoke haze his own father giving counsel and support to Thorin before the hearth. Their deep voices mingled in otherworldly soft whispers. Trying their damndest not to wake Fíli from his sleep. His blanket or a toy clutched in his chubby fists.

 But there he would be, the moment the front door had opened. Carefully. Quietly creeping down the steps. Taking them one at a time. Until he reached the landing. Then sprinting to stare from the doorframe at two conspiring figures. The sentinels that kept him safe from trolls and angry men. Men of axes and flame with soft voices and kind hands until the time called for different matters.

Upon seeing him the men would chuckle. Tapping each other's boots with a head thrown in his direction.

“ Ohhh? If it's not the dandelion king??? Did you bring ada any hugs from the land of dreams?” Víli would call over, his voice soft. In no time Fíli was gathered into his arms. Nestling safe and sound burying his face into his shoulder. “ Miss you.” He whispered. 

“ I missed you too.”

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