#stiffbeard dwarves

[mrkida-art]

Stiffbeard dwarves laughing at something (or someone)

#my art #tolkien #dwarves #the stiffbeards #stiffbeard dwarves #eastern dwarves #eastern middle earth #tolkien dwarves #the seven clans of the dwarves #the hobbit #lotr #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #middle earth

[silmarillion-dnd]

Dwarves:

Masterlist

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.

Firebeards: The Firebeards are residents of Belegost, Nogros, and the Blue Mountains. They speak Sindarin (common) and Khuzdul. Firebeards don´t live as long as Durin´s folk so they can probably be around 200 years old and presumably have red beards. The Firebeards woke in the Blue Mountains with the Broadbeams.

Broadbeams:  The Broadbeams are residents of Belegost, Nogros, and the Blue Mountains. They speak Sindarin (common) and Khuzdul. Broadbeams don´t live as long as Durin´s folk so they can probably be around 200 years old. Nothing is said about their appearance. The Broadbeams woke in the Blue Mountains with the Firebeards.

Ironfists: The Ironfists are residents of Rhûn. Looking at geography Rhûn is in the east so they presumably have darker skin tones than the other Dwarves. They speak Sindarin (common), Khuzdul, and the language of Rhûn. Ironfists don´t live as long as Durin´s folk although they were said too to live about 250 years, so they have been close to the Longbeards in life span. It is unknown where the Ironfists woke other than that they woke with the Stiffbeards.

Stiffbeards: The Stiffbeards are residents of Rhûn. Looking at geography Rhûn is in the east so they presumably have darker skin tones than the other Dwarves. They speak Sindarin (common), Khuzdul, and the language of Rhûn. Stiffbeards don´t live as long as Durin´s folk although they were said too to live about 250 years, so they have been close to the Longbeards in life span. It is unknown where the Stiffbeards woke other than that they woke with the Ironfists.

Blacklocks: The Blacklocks are also residents of Rhûn. Looking at geography Rhûn is in the east so they presumably have darker skin tones than the other Dwarves, and for their name black hair or locks. They speak Sindarin (common), Khuzdul, and the language of Rhûn. Blacklocks don´t live as long as Durin´s folk although they were said too to live about 250 years, so they have been close to the Longbeards in life span. It is unknown where the Blacklocks woke other than that they woke with the Stonefoots.

Stonefoots:  The Stonefoots are also residents of Rhûn. Looking at geography Rhûn is in the east so they presumably have darker skin tones than the other Dwarves, and for their name black hair or locks. They speak Sindarin (common), Khuzdul, and the language of Rhûn. Stonefoots don´t live as long as Durin´s folk although they were said too to live about 250 years, so they have been close to the Longbeards in life span. It is unknown where the Blacklocks woke other than that they woke with the Blacklocks.

Pros: Dwarves start out as devoted to Aule no matter what, but if you play dwarf and want to be devoted to another, or be loose of any ties to the Vala you have to manually do that. Here you can change to any Vala you want or just want since you are his child and will always be in his favor no matter what. You will have + 2 on strength and + 4 when smithing.

Cons: Most elvers, except the Noldor and Avarin, bear distrust towards dwarves. They are slower than others and move at half the speed of others. They have disadvantaged on insight as they are distrustful in nature, and on deception and sleight of hand, unless their class gives them advantage.

#jrr tolkien #tolkien #silmarillion #silmarillion d&d #dwarves #durin #durins folk #longbeards #firebeards #broadbeams #ironfist #stiffbeards #blacklocks #stonefoots

[ironfoot-mothafocka]

Dwarrowtober: Friendship (and Memory)

Gaelan uncovered the scrap of parchment and took a peek. Immediately, the dwarf’s hand slammed down on top of his, his dark eyes flashing dangerously. “No!” he hissed defiantly. “You remember!” Gaelan sighed and shook his head. “I don’t,” he moaned. The formation of the word was on the tip of his tongue, like a caged bird waiting to be freed. He vaguely knew that the root of it was A-S-M — the root for welcome in the Ugzarakian dialect of Khuzdul, which the dwarves of that region called kishki. He squinted hard into his friend’s face, willing there to be a hint. There wasn’t any. As close as they were, Vadlik was an unrelenting teacher. “Asklum? Aslum?” he tried. A smile twitched the corner of Vadlik’s mouth. “As-klum,” he corrected. “Klum,�� he repeated, putting emphasis on the last syllable of the word. “Asklum,” Gaelan diligently said, now with the stress in the right place. “Gathering.” Gaelan massaged his temples, breathing in deeply. They had been at it for an hour and already his brain felt was though it had been pressed through a laundry mangle. “We stop,” Vadlik said gently. “You better, maybe.” Gaelan smiled. ‘Maybe’ was a word that Vadlik had only just learned, and he had grown accustomed to saying it as often as he could to practise it. Are you hungry? Maybe. How are you feeling? Good, maybe. Am I at least getting better at kishki? Maybe yes, maybe no. “And you’re maybe getting better at Westron,” Gaelan replied in standard Khuzdul, the kind that every dwarf knew and that was spoken by those of the Western and Central Houses of dwarves. Getting even mildly conversational in it had been a task, but it was nowhere near as mind-bending as its north-eastern dialect. Vadlik grinned proudly and puffed up his chest, tucking a heavy Stiffbeard braid behind his ear. “I think, yes. I practise by market. Dalishmen talk to me — no… no many Stiffbeards here,” he said, his broad smile revealing a row of capped silver teeth. His Westron was still halting and uncertain, but Vadlik had soon swiftly overcome his embarrassment at not understanding the Men living around Erebor by settling into the common Stiffbeard mindset of simply not caring about what anyone thought. If the race of dwarves were a proud and resilient people, those who lived in the small enclave of Ugzarak were the toughest of the whole, hardy bunch.

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It was here that he would die. Already, Gaelan could feel himself slipping slowly into sleep, the ice-encrusted cave floor feeling like the softest, warmest feather pillow. He was far too hot and he cast the covers from his body, but the covers that he cast away was the thick, fur-lined cloak covering his mail. Oh well, he didn’t need it. He was still stuffy and his skin felt like it was prickling with fire. Perhaps he should remove his mail, his gloves, his boots, his trousers? Then surely this damned heat would leave him. Through half-lidded eyes, the young soldier watched the blizzard stream down outside the cave-mouth. Numbly, he wondered how in the world it could be so warm when outside it was so cold. It was just that he’d found a good cave to tuck himself in for the night. A miracle, really.

Gaelan raised his head slightly — he had seen a figure coming towards him through the flurry of white flecks that rippled in front of his eyes like a waterfall. With a jolt of understanding, he realised that it was his commander, Beregar! Beregar! The last time he had seen him, he had been laying face-down in the snow, frozen solid. But of course he had gotten up again and found this cave, and he was leading a troop of men behind him — everyone was still alive. “Beregar!” he called out happily, too weak to raise a hand but his thin, dry lips stretched in a relieved smile. His commander’s expression was serious, and in his hand he clutched a burning torch. His furs and shining helmet were slick from snow and his wiry, black beard had frozen into solid icicles. But he was on his feet, with food and water and fire. How long had it been since he’d eaten? They’d feast here together, all of them, before making their way out of this damnable snowy wasteland.

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Vadlik grimaced. “Like water — pazkha,” he spat. Gaelan laughed. He at least knew pazkha, which was a favourite of the snow-mammoth hunter — shit. “Then put more salt in it like you always do,” he ribbed in Westron, handing the dwarf the salt cellar and watching the Stiffbeard pour a liberal amount in. Vadlik chewed disappointedly. Gaelan knew what he was missing. The thick, nourishing muta bird broth; rich, salty, creamy and fatty, favoured by those hailing from Ushkar, the hunting outpost at the tip of the northernmost mountain, the North of Norths. It was that broth, and the hands that had made it, which had saved Gaelan’s life when every other member of his scouting party had become trapped in the network of hills and glaciers that covered the edge of the world. It had been a mission doomed for failure from the start, though Gaelan had learned to box up the anger and resentment associated with being the sole survivor. Not now, he kept telling himself. I’ll deal with it another time. Vadlik looked up, his eyes sparkling at his friend. Somehow, the Stiffbeard always knew when one of his moods was descending on him. “What is… soup? Saying in kishki,” the hunter challenged him. Gaelan’s kishki vocabulary consisted mainly of food-based words, since most of their study sessions had been accompanied by meals. “Kalak,” Gaelan replied. Everything in Khuzdul, in kishki, could be linked back to something else. Kalak was related to their word for fire, for nourishment, for life.

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“How long has he been asleep?” Vadlik pressed his hand to the strange warrior’s forehead. His skin at least felt less like the hard ground on which he had been lying for an unknown amount of time, and his breathing was deeper. Layered in mammoth skin blankets, with a fire blazing softly behind him, he would hopefully live to see the dawn. “A few hours,” he said. He cast an eye over the bodies which had led him to the man, now piled in the snow — he was the only one who had lived. They had been found in a long trail spanning miles and miles, and how this lone soldier had got up to the cave had been a mystery even to the dwarves of Ushkar. He’d had some fight in him, but that fight had been about to run out by the time Vadlik had found him. Beregar, he had called him. He wondered which one of his dead companions Beregar was. “And what will we do with him?” Vadlik looked up, surprised at the challenge. He noted the suspicion in the eyes of his fellow hunter, and understood his reasoning. But this man was harmless. What could he do against him — he who now had nothing? “We’ll keep him, of course. You never know,” Vadlik said with a grin, “we could teach him to hunt mammoth.”

#dwarrowtober 2022 #dwarrowtober #dwarves #the hobbit #stiffbeards #lotr fanfic #lotr #middle-earth #tolkien #fanfiction

[ilovedainironfoot]

Errob : This food is too hot... I cant eat it.

Haar : You’re very hot, and I still eat you.

Everyone at the table: *silence*

Embr : YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING !

Bruin : One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER !

#lord of the rings #the hobbit #silmarillion #tolkien oc #tolkien dwarves #errob father of the ironfist #haar father of the ironfist #embr father of the stiffbeards #bruin mother of the stiffbeards

[arofili]

Dwarves of Middle-earth Edit Series: Appendix B

Continued from Appendix A. This section will contain information on Longbeards outside the Line of Durin, the Firebeards, the Broadbeams, the Ironfists, the Stiffbeards, the Blacklocks, the Stonefoots, and the Petty-dwarves.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Appendix A: Dwarf-fathers, Line of Durin (work in progress) Appendix B: Misc. Longbeards, Firebeards and Broadbeams, Ironfists and Stiffbeards, Blacklocks and Stonefoots, Petty-dwarves (you are here!)

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MISCELLANEOUS LONGBEARDS

Balin’s Colony ft. Balin, Óin, Ori, Flói, Lóni, Náli, Frár This story is mostly canon, but with a LOT of embellishments! We don’t know the specifics of how many dwarves went with Balin, so all the numbers here are made up. Sometimes I try to flesh out every member of a group like this, but with ~70 dwarves involved by the end, I decided just to stick to canon names. I included a special mention of dwarrowdams for Day 4 of Khazad Week :) I do try to depict female dwarves as a little bit feminine in this series, but that’s only for when they’re safe at home—dwarrowdams who travel are very practical about it, and would appear to outsiders to be male. Thus, the sisters Lóni and Náli are very masc indeed (at least, that’s my excuse for not making them more femme). That Lóni and Náli are dwarrowdams is entirely headcanon; the only thing we know about them, and about Frár, is that they died when the Bridge of Khazad-dûm was taken. Flói is referred to with he/him pronouns in the text, and the manner of his death and burial is canon, but everything about his relationship to Ori is headcanon. We don’t know if any other dwarves came to join the colony after it was established, but I thought it was entirely possible, so yeah. I don’t think any children came, though; that would be far too dangerous, and dwarves are too protective of their children to risk something like that, even if Balin promised everything was fine. Balin’s death and the subsequent battles are canon, but I added a lot of details. Óin and Ori’s argument is entirely made up, but Óin did take a group of dwarves to the West-gate, and they did find the Watcher there, and it did “take” Óin. Only four dwarves made their way back to Ori; we don’t know exactly what happened to the rest, but it’s certain that none survived, or we would’ve heard about them coming to Rivendell, or something. The details of that return journey are headcanon. We know that Ori wrote until he couldn’t write anymore, with his words falling off the page, but we don’t know exactly how he and the rest of the dwarves died, just that they did. Durin VII’s descent from Dwalin is entirely headcanon, but that is the king who is prophesied to take back Khazad-dûm at last!

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FIREBEARDS AND BROADBEAMS

Notes that will probably get placed elsewhere once I do the rest of this series:

The Broadbeams and Firebeards are canonically part of a “pair” of dwarf clans descended from two dwarf-fathers that woke together. My headcanon is that while there is a fair amount of overlap, the Broadbeams live mostly in Nogrod and the Firebeards live mostly in Belegost.

I headcanon that dwarves don’t assign gender at birth or with any correlation to sex. “Male” is the most common gender (among the dwarves that we see in canon) but that has nothing to do with sex. So, a lot of male dwarves are what we might call transgender, but that term doesn’t exactly apply to them. Therefore there are a lot of same-gender dwarf marriages, and many of those can result in biological children.

Úri and Linnar ft. Úri, Linnar, Thrár, Dvalinn [tba]

Gabilgathol (Belegost) ft. Azaghâl, Thalor (OC), Sacha Bodruith, Fimli (OC) I’m doing this one very much out of order for Khazad Week 2022, Day 1: First Age & Family! We don’t know the canonical translation of Azaghâl’s name, but it’s likely related to battle and is speculated to mean “warrior,” which is what I’m going with. We don’t actually know the Khuzdul names of most dwarves, so I’m interpreting that to mean that dwarves are given names in the language of the other peoples they live around—in this case, Sindarin—but Azaghâl is a special boy who likes the Khuzdul name he earned from his own people, and since it’s not actually his inner name (which is a closely-held secret) the other dwarves are like Fine I Guess. We know from canon that Telchar made the Dragon-helm and that it ended up with Azaghâl, but Telchar is from Nogrod and Azaghâl from Belegost so I had it exchange hands that way through a marriage gift. The incident on the dwarf-road is canonical but greatly embellished. Azaghâl’s participation in the Dagor Bragollach is entirely headcanon. His participation in the Nírnaeth is almost entirely canon. The names Sacha and Fimli are both Gnomish, which is a precursor-language to Sindarin; I think they’re probably bastardizations of some names Maedhros gave to them in Sindarin. The story of the Nauglamír depicted here is a mish-mash of the version from the Silm and the version from BoLT. In BoLT, Bodruith is the King of Belegost and he goes to war against the Grey-elves over the Nauglafring (Nauglamír); in the Silm, Belegost refuses to aid the dwarves of Nogrod in this attack...so I had Bodruith (Sacha) go personally, but the other dwarves refuse. I cut out the stuff with the traitorous elves because it didn’t really fit my idea of how things went down, but I did keep Bodruith’s betrayal of the King of Nogrod. The fallout of that incident is all headcanon. The name Bodruith means something like “vengeance” so I figured that couldn’t be his original name, and had to be given posthumously, so thus I found another name for him. Fimli is my OC and everything he does is headcanon; he appears briefly in my fic “a kingly gift” :) Canon says that Belegost and Nogrod were destroyed in the War of Wrath, but looking at the maps that doesn’t seem like it *must* be true, so I have it damaged but eventually restored. Bonus: the triangle symbol I used in the title (△) is the alchemical symbol for fire :)

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These are all the edits/headcanons I have shared so far - this post will be regularly updated as I share more!

Last Updated: 12/8/22

#dwarves of middle earth #peoples of arda #misc longbeards #longbeards #firebeards #broadbeams #ironfists #stiffbeards #blacklocks #stonefoots #petty dwarves #my meta #tefain nin #dome appendices #firebeards and broadbeams #ironfists and stiffbeards #blacklocks and stonefoots

[sillylotrpolls]

(Notes below poll)

Dwarves really do have a thing for reincarnation! Admittedly, they think it's largely confined to Durin "the Deathless", but hey, you never know. As for the different dwarf clans, I will sum up for you:

Longbeards: The super-bestest most special-est dwarves (if Elrond was a dwarf, he'd be a Longbeard)

Firebeards: Built at least one really nice city, possibly crafted the most beautiful necklace in the world, probably have red hair

Broadbeams: Built at least one really nice city, possibly crafted the most beautiful necklace in the world, probably don't have red hair

Ironfists, Stiffbeards, Blacklocks, Stonefoots: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Petty-dwarves: Outcast dwarves who were particularly fucked over by the narrative/Elves

#lotr #lord of the rings #poll #polls #dwarves

[khazadweek]

[Image ID: A banner showing a drawing of two blond dwarves with light skin, their arms interlinked; one wears a blue hood and has a short beard with three silver beads, the other has a longer, braided beard, his hair is long and in two braids, falling over his shoulder, with two golden rings at the end. Both are smiling. The banner is formatted so that we only see them from their chests up to the tip of their noses. Text is overlaid on the drawing, reading "KHAZAD WEEK 2022" and in smaller letters, below "DECEMBER 5TH-11TH". End ID]

Khazad Week is nine weeks away!

Khazad Week is an event all about celebrating Tolkien’s dwarves through your transformative work! Art, fic, edits, playlists, headcanons, moodboards and anything else you can think of are all welcome. To spark your imagination we’ve put together the following prompts, which you can choose to combine or use how you like. They are not mandatory- it’s all for fun! Since there are so few dwarves mentioned in canon, OCs are very welcome for every day. Still, atleast one prompt each day fits our canon dwarves. Any content is welcome!

5th December: First age // Family // Longbeards

6th December: Second age // Diplomacy // Firebeards

7th December: Petty-dwarves // Courtship // Broadbeams

8th December: Khazad-dûm // Dwarrowdams // Ironfists

9th December: Erebor // Environment // Stiffbeards

10th December: Music // Religion and Spirituality // Blacklocks

11th December: Folklore and Myths // Diversity // Stonefoots

Further explanation of the prompts can be found here

We will be tracking the tag #khazadweek throughout the week and beyond, though tumblr’s tagging system being what it is, you may also want to @ this blog in your post to ensure that we see it!

#dwarves #tolkien #lord of the rings #the hobbit #lotr #silmarillion #erebor #khazad-dum #durin #thorin oakenshield #gimli #kili #fili #rings of power #dis #dain #dwalin #balin #gloin #khazadweek

[brighter-arda]

Day 4 @tolkienlatamandcaribbeanweek (Dwarves, Religious diversity): The Seven Clans

My day 3 and day 4 entries will be out of order due to computer problems. For day 4 I decided to represent the seven dwarf clans with seven different religions

Part 9 of toi's indigenous tolkien series

[id: images in rows of two.

Row 1 left: text 'Longbeards'. Photo of Jamaican Jews in the middle of a Star of David. The points of the triangle are parts of a photo of the mountain of erebor. Background is from the hobbit movies, a shot of inside of erebor. Row 1 right: Jewish cemetery gate with a star of david, somewhere in the Caribbean

Row 2 left: a santeria altar. Row 2 right: a Black santeria practitioner, text 'Firebeards'

Row 3 left: crowd of black brazilian women in white dresses practicing candomblé. Row 3 right: black and white photo of candomblé altar

Row 4 left: photo of mosque. Row 4 right: woman in hijab and a dress made like a Trinidad and Tobago flag, text 'Ironfists'.

Row 5 left: Taino person in a feathered headdress with necklaces, text 'Stiffbeards'. Row 5 right: art showing Zemi figures (believed to have held religious significance to ancient taino)

Row 6 left: purple Haitian vodou flag. Row 6 right: Haitians practicing vodou underground by firelight, text 'Blacklocks'.

Row 7 left: two indo-caribbean women from the 1800s, text 'Stonefoots'. Row 7 right: unspecified hindu temple

end image description.]

#dwarves #the hobbit #lotr #latam + caribbean tolkien #jewish tolkien #black tolkien #muslim tolkien #indigenous americas tolkien #south asian tolkien #tolkienlatam&caribbeanweek #moodboards and edits #toi's indigenous tolkien series #toi's creations #contains image description #the third age #mepoc

[swanmaids]

the petty dwarves and the forest elves

written for khazad week day 7, for the prompt “folkore and myths”. a third age dwarven fairytale.

do i think the hunted petty dwarves were eaten? not sure. do i think the dwarves think they were? absolutely.

Long before the Sun and the Moon were young, the first of our forefathers awakened. And after they awakened, they multiplied and formed the seven great clans that stand strong even today. Longbeards, Blacklocks, and Firebeards; Broadbeams, Ironfists, Stiffbeards, and Stonefoots.

 Now, we Dwarves are a proud people, a good people, and we have never as a whole been corrupted by evil. But amongst any group there will always be those who have done evil of their own volition, and so it was amongst the clans of the Dwarves. Each clan found amongst their number criminals; thieves and deviants and even killers of kin. The Dwarves argued for many an hour about what should be done with such criminals. Should they be killed in revenge? But that would surely lead only to more killing. Or ought they to be imprisoned? For how long? Eventually, the debate reached the Seven Kings, and they sat in thought for many days, until they came to a decision. And so it was decreed by the word of the Seven Kings themselves that the dwarves who had done evil would be cast out from the homes of their clans with their families into the wider world, and never again would their descendants walk under the halls of their ancestors. And these outcasts came to be called the Petty Dwarves.

Now, exiled from their homes forever, the Petty Dwarves wandered far and wide to find a place to live, and unsatisfied with everything this side of the Blue Mountains, they came to cross the border into the Drowned World- of course, this was long before it came to be drowned. First those from the Blue Mountains, and then those from further to the East, and so on. And when the Petty Dwarves reached the Drowned World, they looked for a place to live.

First, they came upon a flat, wooded plain. But “This place is too close to the Blue Mountains!”, they said. So they walked some more. Next, they came to a great green plain. But “This place has no good stone!”, they said. So they walked some more. Next, they came to a small cool plain. But “This place is too cold!”, they said. So they walked some more.

Finally, the Petty Dwarves came to a region of many great and dark forests. And they were uneasy, because it is not the nature of Dwarves to live under sky and branches. They wished to continue on. Nevertheless, they had been walking for many days and many leagues, and they were tired. The Petty Dwarves bedded down in the forests to sleep.

As it turned out, the Petty Dwarves were not alone in the forest. As they slept, a group of Forest Elves came upon them, and many looked upon the Petty Dwarves, whom they had never before seen, with wickedness in their hearts. They looked upon the Petty Dwarves, not as a speaking people, but as animals to be butchered for their meat. And they made up their minds to eat them. However, the leader of the Forest Elves wanted to know first what they were, before he ate them. So the Forest Elves decided to convince their leader that the Petty Dwarves were truly animals.

Eventually the leader of the Forest Elves decided to wake the Petty Dwarves.

“What are you?” he asked.

 “We are Petty Dwarves,” the Petty Dwarves replied. However, the Forest Elves could not understand their speech.

“What is this hair that covers your bodies?” asked the leader.

“It is our beards,” said the Petty Dwarves, though the Forest Elves still could not understand.

“Only the beasts are so covered in hair,” said the wicked Forest Elves instead.

 “Why is your stature so small?” asked the leader.

“All Dwarves are made with short stature,” replied the Petty Dwarves.

“They are closer to the ground because they are beasts,” said the Forest Elves.

“Why are your ears so large and round?” asked the leader.

 “So that we may hear the words of the stone,” replied the Petty Dwarves.

 “It is so they may listen for predators,” said the Forest Elves.

And the leader of the Forest Elves hearkened to his kin, and decided that the Petty Dwarves were indeed beasts to be eaten.

The Petty Dwarves were bound and put into sacks and carried off to the dwelling of the Forest Elves. And when they reached that dwelling- the horrors that were in store! For indeed, the Petty Dwarves were put onto spits and roasted alive, and the Forest Elves gnawed the flesh off their bones like dogs. Then they ground down their bones to make their bread. And this they did to all of the Petty Dwarves, except one little girl, who was so tiny that she hid behind a tree trunk and was not caught.

Now this girl, a  darkhaired Broadbeam she was before her family was exiled, and her hair was dark as night. And she cut off all of her hair- even her beard!- and she made a cloak to wrap herself within so that no Elf could see her under the cover of night. Then she ran for seven days and nights, from the forest, through the cool plain, through the green plain, through the wooded plain, and back over the Blue Mountains.

When the girl reached the great hall of Belegost, she told the King of the terrible things she had seen. And he listened, and told his people never to trust the Elves of the Forests, and soon the word spread amongst all the seven Clans, and perhaps many were saved thanks to the bravery of the little girl.

And what happened to her? Well, she was still kin to the exiled Dwarves, and so after she had told her tale she was once again turned out of the halls of her ancestors. And what happened to her after that, nobody knows. 

#khazadweek #my fic

[cycas]

Unconcerned Elves & Strange dwarves of far countries

"There were rumours of strange things happening in the world outside; and as Gandalf had not at that time appeared or sent any message for several years, Frodo gathered all the news he could. Elves, who seldom walked in the Shire, could now be seen passing westward through the woods in the evening, passing and not returning; but they were leaving Middle-earth and were no longer concerned with its troubles. There were, however, dwarves on the road in unusual numbers. The ancient East–West Road ran through the Shire to its end at the Grey Havens, and dwarves had always used it on their way to their mines in the Blue Mountains. They were the hobbits' chief source of news from distant parts – if they wanted any: as a rule dwarves said little and hobbits asked no more. But now Frodo often met strange dwarves of far countries, seeking refuge in the West. They were troubled, and some spoke in whispers of the Enemy and of the Land of Mordor."

Who were these elves just gently wandering westwards through the woods, who when accosted by Frodo, simply said 'we are no longer concerned with your troubles'. How magnificently disconnected of them. Were they kinslayers? Wood-elves? Random Avari who after ten thousand years had Had Enough?

If the woods were full of westward-wandering unhelpful Elves, how come none of the hobbits in the pub later in this chapter have seen them? Why has Sam only seen maybe one elf that he's not sure about? Do hobbit all go to bed early before Elf Time (except Frodo) or are there special skills to elf-spotting in the woods that Bilbo taught Frodo?

Who are these strange dwarves? Surely Bilbo's heir would have specified if they were from the Lonely Mountain, so were they Ironfists, Stiffbeards, Blacklocks or Stonefoots ??? did they just move into the Ered Luin and set up house there?

#LOTR #questions unanswered

[angrenwen]

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.

#J.R.R. Tolkien #Stiffbeards #Stonefoots #Broadbeams #Longbeards #Firebeards #Ironfists #Blacklocks #Haded Khuzd Barafazrâf

[mrkida-art]

A Stiffbeard dwarf being mistaken for a child by the bear-folk (Based on these designs)

#my art #beorning #beornings #bear-folk #eastern beornings #stiffbeard dwarves #eastern middle earth #north eastern dwarves #the stiffbeard clans #stiffbeards #dwarves #tolkien #the hobbit #lotr #the lord of the rings #middle earth #GIANT LADIES #polar bear beornings

[silmarillion-dnd]

Races:

Masterlist

Note; some races have "About: & Description:" while others don´t, those who don´t have it are because not much is said about their characterization in the books.

Elvers:

Eldar & Avari

Men:

Bëorians & Haladin & Hadorians & Beornings & Drúedain & Easterlings & Forodwaith

Peredhel:

Half-Human & Half-Maia & Half-Orc

Dwarves:

Longbeards (Durin's Folk) & Firebeards & Broadbeams & Ironfists & Stiffbeards & Blacklocks & Stonefoots

Orcs:

Orc & Goblin

Corrupted:

Tiflings/Dragonborns & Under Elvers

Maiar:

Disgraced Maiar & Istari

[ironfoot-mothafocka]

Dwarrowtober: Omen

Reposted as I realised that this fits the description perfectly (I know this is out of order, but not feeling like writing today... normal schedule for dwarrowtober resumes soon).

Based on @mrkida-art's pics of two Stiffbeards here.

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I adjusted the bone eye-guards across the bridge of my nose, leaning out of the howdah basket as I studied a patch on the ground I could have sworn moved. “What? Did you see a hare, Yev?” asked Ezhka. My younger sister forced her head through the crook of my arm and hung over the rim, too, to try and get a better look, but the hare had disappeared into its icy burrow once more. A field of white powdery snow lay a few inches thick on the ground and stretched as far as I could see, and the pale sun made the surface of the earth shine like glass. “It’s gone now, Ka,” I said irritably — Ezhka was still relentlessly tugging on the furry cuff of my thick leather coat. Ka stuck out her bottom lip in a stubborn pout and I snorted and the sight of it. Her beard was fluffing in on her pudgy cheeks as she got a bit older, and she looked like a half-plucked muta bird.

The long march was underway, the journey back home from months of hunting across the ice floes and the plains at the tip of the Stiffbeard’s territory. Once we reached Kikuama, my own ceremony of transition would begin in the capital, where we would be under the safe embrace of the mountain once more. Sometimes, when I was there for too long and covered by stone, I got restless and longed to be on the move again, travelling slowly in our lumbering caravan towards the northern ridge of the Orocarni and to our outpost of Ushkar. The north of norths. The end of the world, as far as our family was concerned. On the cusp of spring, the snow was slowly melting away, and I knew that I would soon see herbs and grasses poking their leaves through the earth once more. I had thought as a young child that the steppe, with its vast display of seasons, from harsh winter to lush, fresh green in the warmer months, went on forever, and there was nothing past the great expanse to the west. The ‘other side’ of the Orocarni was a mystery, too, stretching far into sandy lands that I couldn’t even imagine in my dreams.

I settled down on my cushion on the floor of the howdah and crossed my legs, tucking my chin into my scarf. Through the slits in the eye-guards, I could see my father on watch duty, standing with his tall, curved white blade by his side, breath forming into puffs of clouds and disappearing into the grey sky. My mother and uncle sat below, mending one of our packs that had frayed and split the night before. They had fast, clever fingers, and worked in silence. Ezkha said I had fingers like sausage meat. On that we agreed: I wasn’t made for delicate work.

My father’s hand was on my shoulder before I realised I had been asleep. I blinked sleepily and forced myself up and onto my feet, noticing that the sky had deepened to indigo, and was black on the horizon. How long had I been sitting there? Long enough for the muscles around my knees to ache. “Na-Maruk has sighted the coast,” my father said, looking disapprovingly at me. What was I meant to be doing, with nothing else to do on Oruj’s back? I nodded and pressed a gloved hand to my left breast in a sign of reverence to him and bowed my head. I stood a head taller than my father, a proud son of a long line of hunters. His thick, layered white tunic was half hidden in his greatcoat, the pelt inside it matted and greying. He had removed his goggles, and a red mark outlined his eyes — above this, his bushy eyebrows grew up so far on his forehead that they melded into the rim of his hat. A line of fat was spread across his nose and cheeks to protect his skin from the freezing temperatures and blistering wind that came with the approaching night: he would be one of the dwarves on guard at the perimeter. I sidestepped the carven mammoth tusks that were arrayed on the corners of his hat and slid down the ladder that led to the second level of the mammoth’s back. The storage hold was where we kept our supplies — spare hide coverings that stretched over the top of the howdah, fresh and dried food for the journey south, ivory and mammoth skins to sell. Already in the distance I could hear the pack-dogs howling at the appearing moon, and the shouts from other riders on the backs of their mammoths. Slowly, we angled together, forming a tight circle, as Oruj began to crouch down for the night’s camp.

I took out a selection of salted meat and starchy roots we would need to make the broth for our meal, and slung a package of charcoal onto my back before carefully climbing down the ladder to the ground. The snow crunched under the heavy soles of my boots as I made my way to where Ezkha sat with mother and uncle on a mat in the shadow of Orjus’ side. Flecks of snow blew from his dense, bristly fur as the wind whipped about the camp, but the protection of the encircling mammoths meant that our campfires were protected from the worst of the weather. As I dumped the bag and the wrapped package of food in front of the tent, it took me a few moments to realise what the rest of them were looking at. “Look!” hissed Ezkha excitedly. Uncle hushed her, his face grim, but his own dark eyes were upturned to the sky. I lifted my head, feeling my two heavy braids fall back over my shoulders. I hadn’t even realised.

Dancing across the sky were bands of blue-green fire, twisting back on themselves before sparking outwards, stretching from the camp out over the coast, and beyond to ripple across the sea. Manlurs. I had seen it before, a pulsing, beating greenish glow at this season in years past, but nothing like this. It was as though tonight, two mighty serpents fought each other for dominance, their glistening scales scattering the light from the sun.

Across the centre of the camp, Na-Maruk swaggered. He was the mammoth rider who guided the head of the column, the most experienced of all the pack leaders. The mammoth tusks of his mask, horns shorn down and re-carved with ancient sigils and patternwork, had been passed from one Na-Maruk to the next, and the ivory glowed in the light of a nearby fire. He studied the strange appearance in the sky, hands on his stout hips, chest puffed out and his plaited beard bound tightly with ribbon and thread forked against his stomach. Nobody spoke. “Nuthnu.” I glanced to my right. An omen? Kâmul the Seer was standing nearby with one hand on the mammoth bone pole that held up the awning of our family’s tent, the bottom half of her face covered in a muffler of rabbit fur. The dark scars that connected the corner of her lips to beneath her unseeing eyes were clearly visible, however, a wide line raised across the middle of her face. I shuffled closer to her, placing my hand on her arm. She turned, her dark irises boring through me. “Can you sense it yet? Na-Maruk said you could See,” she whispered. I flushed, knowing somehow that Kâmul could tell I was embarrassed. Last year, my father had told Na-Maruk that he thought I was moon-touched, but there was only one way to know for certain, and that was the reason for the ceremony which awaited me once we reached home. “I don’t know what I’m feeling,” I admitted. “I have never seen anything like that before.” Na-Maruk had stopped looking at the sky, and the dark holes of his mask, which hid his eyes from view, were directed straight at the two of us. He was waiting for the Seer’s answer. Kâmul gazed up at the sky, her white skin reflecting the blue light as it spanned across us, burning brighter than ever. She slowly shook her head. “What does that mean?” I asked urgently. “It means, nadan, that we cannot stay here tonight. We need to break the camp.”

#dwarrowtober #dwarrowtober 2022 #dwarves #stiffbeards #lotr #lotr fanfic #tolkien

[ilovedainironfoot]

ARE YOU READY FOR MERMAY CHALLENGE 2023 ?????? :D :D

Well not me !!! But I still did some drawings and still continue to do my best and try to post as much as I can for the month !

I did in alphabetical order AND it’s only dwarves ( with two exceptions ) !

So here’s the list :

1st May 2023 : Aulë ( Father of the dwarves, the Great Mahal, the Big Creator, you name it. I didn't even mean for it to fall on him for the first drawing but symbolically it's great  )

2nd May : Balin

3rd May : Barkem ( My oc, Father of the Broadbeams )

4th May : Bifur

5th May : Bofur

6th May : Bombur

7th May : Bruin ( My oc, Mother of the Stiffbeards )

8th May : Dain Ironfoot

9th May : Disa

10th May : Dori

11th May : Durin IV

12th May : Dwalin

13th May : Em ( My best friend self-insert oc, not a dwarf  )

14th May : Embr ( My oc, Father of the Stiffbeards )

15th May : Errob ( My oc, Father of the Ironfist )

16th May : Etruph (My oc, Father of the  Blacklocks )

17th May : Galoïn ( My oc, Father of the Stonefoot )

18th May : Gimli

19th May : Gloïn

20th May : Haar ( My oc, Father of the Ironfist )

21st May : Jrié ( My oc, Father of the Firebeards )

22nd May : Mirelm ( My oc, Mother of the Broadbeams )

23rd May : Nori

24th May : Oin

25th May : Ori

26 May : Parar ( My oc, Mother of the Firebeards )

27th May : Radagast

28th May : Thrain

29th May : Thror

30th May : Umji ( My oc, Mother of the Stonefoot )

31 May : Yrim ( My oc, Mother of the Blacklocks )

#the hobbit #tolkien dwarf #tolkien oc #aulë

[arofili]

@tolkienofcolourweek day seven | gender | gender among the sun-dwarves and their southern kin

All seven clans of the dwarves have distinct ideas of gender, some overlapping with their sister-clans and others with concepts unique to themselves. For dwarves, gender is a sacred personal identity, never assumed or assigned at birth, and rarely explained to non-dwarf outsiders. As a dwarf comes of age, they are expected to declare a gender, usually signified through some exterior symbol (such as a style of braiding or beading, dyed hair, or jewelry, depending on their clan’s customs). Sex is viewed as an entirely separate concept completely divorced from gender; as all dwarves are bearded and most very stout, the traits mortal men use to distinguish sex do not apply. Gender is indicated to others through dress and symbolism, but sex is a private matter between one’s self and one’s procreative partner, should the circumstance arise, and rarely of concern otherwise. The Longbeards and the Blue-dwarves of the West are the most inclined to interact with other species, and have borrowed some of their gender concepts from those other kindreds; the Stiffbeards of the North are deeply isolated and secretive with their ideas of gender; but the Sun-dwarves of the East and the Ironfists of the South share certain similarities in understanding, and are most inclined to trade with one another, leading to a shared kinship between the three, for the Ironfists have long been sundered from their sister-clan of the Stiffbeards. Among the Sun-dwarves of the East, there are three primary gender categories: khulz (male), zain (female), and zatakhuzdûn (self-made; often abbreviated as zatak). Roughly two-fifths of the population identify as khulz, another two-fifths as zain, and the final one-fifth as zatak. In the Blacklock clan, these genders are largely personal identities with little bearing on social status or ability, treated more as a culmination of spiritual exploration than as a marker of one’s place in Blacklock culture. The Stonefoot clan shares these genders, but has in addition seven secondary genders, deeply connected to a dwarf’s chosen craft. These are zaraz (wood), aban (stone), zirin (iron), kheled (glass), ubraz (gold), kibil (silver), and urus (fire). Each secondary gender fulfills a specific role in Stonefoot society, and these genders may change over time if a dwarf moves from one craft to another. Indeed, the ubraz gender is inherently a gender one must achieve through time and experience in a leadership role. A Stonefoot dwarf may also have multiple secondary genders, should they be accomplished in more than one craft, though this is rare. The Ironfist dwarves, once close to their sister-clan the Stiffbeards, but sundered from them for many generations due to the collapse of their home-range the Mountains of the Wind, lost much of their culture and lore in the disaster that forced them southward to the Yellow Mountains. This included many of the gender concepts now fiercely guarded by the Stiffbeards, even from them, and amid their struggles the Ironfists developed a system of a singular gender: khazad, simply meaning “dwarf.” They view all dwarves to be unified in gender under Mahal their maker, with divisions into various identities as a frivolity reserved for other cultures. Yet as they reconnected with other dwarvish kindreds, this construct of uniform gender relaxed somewhat, with many younger Ironfists adopting the many genders of the Stonefoots and Blacklocks. Still, the khazad gender remains significant and nearly universal among the Ironfist clan, with other gender identifiers accepted as additions to the base identity of khazad.

[transcript of image text below the cut]

A full image description is available in alt text. Below is a transcript of the text in each image.

Gender among the Blacklock Dwarves khulz || male zain || female zatakhuzdûn || embodiment of oneself; abbrev. zatak

Gender among the Stonefoot Dwarves.

zaraz || wood Among the Stonefoot Dwarves, there are three primary genders and seven secondary genders. The primary genders are shared with their sister clan, the Blacklocks: khulz (male), zain (female), and zatakhuzdûn (self-made). A Stonefoot Dwarf's secondary gender is related to their chosen craft. Zaraz, wood, is the gender of foresters, hunters, travelers, carpenters, and others who interact primarily with the natural world.

zirin || iron Zirin, iron, is the gender of smiths. If one works in a forge, one is most likely zirin, regardless of whether one is a blacksmith, whitesmith, silversmith, jewelsmith, etc. Zirin is the most common gender among the Stonefoot Dwarves.

kheled || glass Kheled, glass, is the gender of glassblowers, dyers, weavers, sculptors, painters, and others who work with ceramics or fibers. Anything to do with sand, clay, or thread is associated with kheled dwarves, who tend to prefer vibrant colors and colorful homes.

aban || stone Aban, stone, is the gender of stonecutters, jewelers, builders, masons, and others who work primarily in stone or with the mountains themselves. Most aban dwarves are also khulz. Of all Stonefoot genders, aban dwarves are the most physically fit, and the most likely to bear multiple children.

ubraz || gold Ubraz, gold, is the gender of guides and leaders. This gender must be earned and is generally reserved for elders within the Stonefoot clan. A dwarf may be ubraz and another secondary gender if they are a leader in their field. All dwarf-kings are ubraz, but other lesser lords do not necessarily qualify to claim this gender.

kibil || silver Kibil, silver, is the gender of those who dedicate themselves to serving others, whether in a position of civil service, as a footman or maid, a bodyguard, or in special circumstances, a parent or caretaker. This is a highly esteemed gender, and is made up primarily of zain dwarves.

urus || fire Urus, fire, is the gender of writers, actors, philosophers, musicians, and others whose craft is primarily of the spirit or soul. While most Stonefoot dwarves are passably good at one or more of these crafts, the true masters and devotees of spiritual creation are those who claim the gender urus. This gender is made up primarily of zatak dwarves, who necessarily have a deep connection to their self-made primary gender.

Gender among the Ironfist Dwarves. khazad || dwarf among the Ironfist dwarves, gender is mostly uniform and universal

#tocweek2022 #tolkienedit #oneringnet #silmedit #silm #silmarillion #the silmarillion #dwarves #dwarf gender #blacklocks #stonefoots #ironfists #my edit #my writing #edit writing #my meta #headcanons #tefain nin #mepoc #trans tolkien #(kinda) #id in alt text #this completely 100% headcanon!!!