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Kilidoescartwheels
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Jan 31 2015, 3:57pm
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Fanfic - Kili's Firemoon story
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Well I was originally going to set up a WordPress blog, but I haven't really figured that out yet, so I'm posting it here. I'm not quite finished with it, but I thought I'd post the first two chapters. It's a short story, and will probably be between 40 - 50 pages when finished. Then I can get back to my ORIGINAL fiction, LOL! I tried to be as accurate as possible on both the Middle-Earth map and Dwarven culture, but I admit I'm not so strong on the character background. I haven't read any of the Appendices or Lost Tales, most of what I know I've read on TORN. Anyway, feedback would be greatly appreciated - enjoy!
The Firemoon
I saw a Firemoon once. It rose over the path near Dunland. Huge – red and gold it was, it filled the sky. We were an escort for some merchants from Erid Luin, they were trading in silverwork for furs. We took the Greenway south, keeping the Mountain to our left, and then it appeared, this huge firemoon right in our path -- I wish you could have seen….
Eighteen months earlier…
Dis watched patiently as Fili walked toward her, a heavy sheep cradled in his arms. Kili walked behind him, somewhat reluctantly. She smiled, but couldn’t help feeling sad. There was a time when her boys chased the sheep eagerly, gathering the wool as she cut it from the animal, both vying to carry the most wool for their mother. But those days were long gone.
She came to the Blue Mountains some 60 years ago with her sons and brother. Thorin Oakenshield, leader of a few hundred refugees from Erebor, was also one of the survivors of the ill-fated assault on Moria, which claimed the life of her husband. Most of the dwarf-men who followed the mad King Thror to Moria died there. She did not blame her brother for her husband’s death, or for his decision to travel west instead of east to the Iron Hills. There was more land in the Blue Mountains, he explained, where his people could settle and homes could be built. But if they had gone to the Iron Hills, Dis might have re-married. After all, in normal Dwarf society there were two dwarf-men for every dwarf-maid, but in the Blue Mountains it was different. Here, the women outnumbered the men.
Fili held the sheep firmly while his mother sheared the fluffy wool from the sheep’s back. She had supported her sons by carding wool and spinning yarn for others, eventually raising her own sheep and spinning her own yarn. There was a time when she had been a Princess of Erebor, but even Royalty worked, for Dwarves were made to work. Being idle was looked down upon. This was the work she enjoyed the most.
Kili picked up the wool and stuffed it into a bag – clearly his heart wasn’t in it. Long ago he had taken up hunting with a bow, and even now he wanted to be running through the trees in search of fresh game. It’s not that his mother’s occupation was beneath him, it was just so – dull! He longed for adventure, to follow his uncle Thorin into battle, slay the Orcs and find treasure! Yet in his nearly 75 years on Middle Earth, he had never been on such an adventure. Why, he hadn’t left Erid Luin since they arrived. That would be changing today, as Thorin would accompany the Dwarf Merchants to Bree and beyond, bringing his nephews with him.
“It will be good for them,” Thorin explained to Dis. “They are my heirs. They need some worldly experience. Fili especially needs to learn about trade. Balin can teach him only so much. Besides, it’s only for a few weeks, one month at most. We travel to Bree and the Southern range, not the Iron Hills.”
“Mother,” Fili said softly, you are missing some.” Dis blinked. She had become distracted, and indeed missed some of the wool.
“Oh, yes, thank you.” She was proud of her oldest son, and often saw his father in Fili’s blue eyes and blonde locks. He was been born in Dunland, their first refuge before the march to Moria five years later. Kili had been born in a makeshift camp near Moria, where his father died before he could see his newborn son. They were so different; Kili looked so much like her and his uncle Thorin, but had his father’s spirit. But Fili was as solid as his uncle, and his grandfather as well. Both Thorin and Thrain had gone into battle as loyal dwarves should, but she knew that Thorin would not waste his people’s lives on a foolish venture such as Moria! Nor would her son, he would be as fine a leader as Thorin. She cut the last of the wool and put aside her blade. Fili released the animal, who ran happily to the nearest patch of clover.
“That is the last one,” Fili commented as he watch the sheep prance about. “Now we must be leaving you, Mother. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay with Gloin’s wife?”
“I will be fine, and I have much work to do on this.” She took the bag from Kili. “You will do as your Uncle says,” she admonished her youngest son. “Keep your temper in check, and don’t do anything foolish!”
“I will behave,” he said tolerantly, “but you needent worry. There are a dozen of us at least. Plenty to deal with any trouble.”
“Oh, Kili,” his brother chided, “Thorin said it would most likely be uneventful.”
She kissed his cheek before turning to Fili. “Keep an eye on him?”
“Of course.” He hugged his mother warmly and kissed her forehead. “We’ll be back before you know it.” They walked with their mother back to the long home Thorin had built for her. Their gear waited for them outside. They hoisted their packs and gave their mother one more kiss before heading toward the Caverns. Once out of her sight, Fili let his pack slide off his shoulders. “Hold up a moment,” he said as he began pulling knives from a rolled up leather strap.
Kili watched with amusement as his brother tucked knives in every conceivable area. “I thought you said this would be uneventful.”
Fili shrugged. “Yes, but might as well be ready if something eventful should happen.”
“Agreed.” Kili pulled his quiver loose from his own pack, making sure it was within easy reach.
The Caravan of Merchants
To the Dwarves of Erid Luin Thorin Oakenshield was a prince, heir to the throne of the lost Kingdom of Erebor. But to the men who lived in the villages nearby, he was a blacksmith – competent and worth every penny he charged, but nothing more. This chafed Thorin’s pride, though he tried not to let it show. “Someday,” he mumbled as he watched his nephews approach. He noticed a few lazy men sitting outside a tavern, whispering and chuckling as the young dwarves walked past. “Thorin’s heirs,” he heard one say. “Heirs to what?” said another.
“Pay them no mind,” Balin said. “They are drunken fools – the only reason they are here is because of our mines!” The Dwarves had wasted no time on their arrival 60 years ago. They started digging, and it wasn’t long before silver was found, bringing a level of prosperity that hadn’t been seen in years. Their halls weren’t as grand as Erebor, but they were comfortable and provided a good living. The wealthiest mine belonged to Gloin, cousin of Balin. Twice yearly he would gather his silverwork and form a caravan with other dwarves, to travel east for trade, sometimes venturing south to meet with Rangers that were sometimes camped near Tharbad, and view the Misty Mountains from a safe distance.
They were expecting six merchants, five of which were ready to go when Fili and Kili arrived. They noticed Gloin was talking to a very tall, formidable-looking dwarf. Thorin nodded as they approached, motioning them to follow him. “So,” Gloin said to Thorin, “you are bringing your nephews this time?”
“Indeed,” he replied, “it’s time they saw a bit of the world. Is Gimli not coming?”
“Oh, no, his mother wouldn’t hear of it.” Gloin looked around, frustrated. “We should be going, but one of us is late.”
“There is time. Dwalin,” Thorin clasped the big dwarf’s arm, “it is good to see you again. These are my nephews, Fili and Kili.”
“At your service,” they said politely. They couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by the grizzled veteran their uncle often spoke of.
“Likewise,” he replied with a courteous bow. “So, you must be Kili. Your uncle tells me you’re quite good with a bow.”
“I am, sir.”
“And you are the swordsman,” he addressed Fili.
“Well, I have some training,” the fair-haired dwarf answered, “but I don’t have my own weapon as of yet.”
“Something to be remedied,” Thorin explained cheerfully. “What do you make of this?” He produced a leather scabbard with not one, but two swords. Fili gasped in delight, dropping his pack quickly before taking the swords. Pulling one free, he examined the sharpened blade while Kili looked on enviously. “Don’t fret, Kili, I haven’t forgotten you.” He then produced a second sword, and a curved bow. “This is much stronger than the one you hunt with,” he cautioned.
“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Kili breathed as he ran his finger along the curve. “This could bring down a bear!”
“Well that would depend on the archer,” Dwalin remarked. “We’ll soon find out, lad.”
“Yes, we will. I can hardly wait!” Kili put away his old bow, proudly slinging his new one on the quiver before pulling out his new sword. “Did you make this, Uncle?”
“I did indeed.”
“This must have been quite an expense,” Fili observed.
“It was, but if you’re going to be escorting the caravan you need to be properly armed. Now, Mr. Dwalin will be working with you on weapons training. You are to obey his every word, understand?”
“Yes,” they both quipped excitedly.
“Very good, then.” Dwalin slid two battle axes into a sling on his back, then picked up his large pack. “Let’s get our gear stowed away. We’ll be riding alongside Gloin’s wagon. Come along.”
Kili stowed his pack as ordered, then studied the caravan. He noticed two of the wagons were driven by women. Runa and Rota he knew, as they spun yarn like his mother. He was surprised to see them, since they were older than Gloin. Perhaps that is why he was hired, he reasoned – the sisters would need protection. “Good morning, my ladies,” he said politely.
“And good morning to you, young Kili.” Runa smiled before asking, “Are you to be traveling with us?”
“I am indeed.”
“Oh, that will make the journey more pleasant,” Rota cracked, “to have such a fine young man with us – and your brother, too. Hello, Fili!”
Fili bowed as he replied “Hello, nice to see you this morning.” Kili noticed Runa whispering something to her sister while stroking her gray, braided beard. Whatever she said got quite a shrieking laugh from Rota. Kili couldn’t help but wonder if it was he they laughed about – perhaps his lack of beard? He touched the stubble on his chin. His mother had told him not to worry – your beard will come, she assured him. He’s just a late bloomer, according to Dis. Yet Fili was only five years older, and he could braid his moustache! Fili had a full beard covering his chin, but he kept it trimmed short like their uncle. Thorin kept his beard as short as the day it was singed, during the dragon attack on Erebor. He kept it short in remembrance of those who died. Likewise, Fili kept his beard short in honor of his uncle – at least, that’s what he said. However, Kili suspected the real reason was to spare his feelings.
“You there. You!” Kili turned toward the voice calling to him. It was the other dwarf-woman, trying to hitch a mountain goat to her wagon. “Can you give me a hand?”
“Of course!” Kili dashed forward, catching the goat by the neck and holding the animal while she slipped a collar around its neck. Another goat was already tethered. They were good size, though probably not as big as the battle rams he’d heard about. Perhaps Blue Mountain goats just weren’t as big, he thought. As if hearing him speak aloud, the goat bit his arm.
“Stop that, you bitch,” the woman swore while smacking the goat’s nose.
“Oh, female,” Kili mumbled, “that explains it.”
“Explains what?” The woman stood defiantly before him. Her golden brown hair had narrow braids running through it, tied by red ribbons. Another red ribbon gathered her slight beard just below her chin. Her plain dress fell just past her knees, and modest slits in the side stopped just above the knees, revealing woolen leggings tucked into flat boots. One heel tapped impatiently. “Explains what?”, she repeated as her sharp brows arched over enormous deep brown eyes.
“Their size,” he finally answered. “I thought they were a bit small for rams.”
“You mean billys,” she corrected him. “These are goats, not sheep. And I only have one billy. I’m not going to risk losing him in the wild.”
“No, I don’t suppose.” He stood, feeling a little foolish, unable to think of anything else to say. Finally he spoke. “I’m Kili, by the way. At your service,” he added with a bow.
“Thank you. I am Magn.” She bent her knees in a slight curtsy. “Now that we’ve hitched the goats, perhaps you can help me load the wagon.” She walked towards a stack of boxes and round containers sitting next to a bale of hay. He helped her carry the bale to the wagon.
“This is to feed your goats, I assume?”
“No,” she replied, “though I suppose they’ll eat some of it. It’s for the pottery I’m hoping to sell – oh, where’s my knife?”
“Here, let me.” Kili pulled his new sword from the scabbard strapped to his waist. It sliced easily through the twine. They spread the hay into a thick layer, then retrieved the various boxes and packed them in. “So, you make pottery?”
“Yes, among other things.” She picked up one of the round containers. “I also raise goats and make cheese.” She slid the containers into the back of the wagon. “Last year I sold all my cheese in Hobbiton. This year I’m bringing twice as much cheese, but not so much pottery this time.”
“Do you travel every year?”
“Heh,” she giggled slightly, “actually, last spring was my first trip. And I couldn’t go last fall. There was a wedding, and I was commissioned to make some plates for the bride. They were decorated with rose etchings – my finest work ever!” Kili nodded politely, but he could care less about plates. He was trying to guess her age. She was attractive for her age, certainly older than he was, but perhaps not as old as his mother. Magn could tell his mind had wandered. “Well, I’m sure you have other work to do. Thank you for your assistance.” She pulled a cover over her goods, tying it in place before taking her seat.
“Oh, you’re welcome, of course.” He bowed again before turning to find his brother and Dwalin. They stood near Balin, who was speaking to Gloin.
“Not to worry, cousin,” Balin assured him. “I will watch your mine as closely as you.”
“I put my trust in you,” Gloin grumbled, “but some other relations have me worried. Where is Dori?” He turned to Thorin and added, “I hate to leave without him, but we cannot wait much longer.” At that moment he caught sight of a rickety wagon being pulled by two mismatched ponies. “That doesn’t look like Dori’s wagon.”
Kili walked to his brother while the wagon came to a halt. Two dwarves sat in the driver’s seat. One, a cheerful man wearing a strange hat, jumped down and walked toward Gloin. But Kili’s eyes were drawn to the other man. “Is that – does that dwarf have an axe in his head?”
“It appears he does,” Dwalin answered.
“Excuse me,” the other dwarf said, “but which one of you is Gloin?”
“That would be me,” Gloin replied as he stepped forward.
“Oh, pleased to meet you. The name’s Bofur,” he said as he snatched the hat off his head. “I’ve come to inform you that Dori won’t be able to come. Apparently his brother’s had a scrape with the law, and he’s got to sort that out.”
“Oh, well, that explains it. All right,” Gloin called out, “let’s get going.” He started to walk away when Bofur grabbed his sleeve.
“Actually, me and my cousin Bifur thought we might take his spot, if you please.”
“Oh,” Gloin replied, “and what are you selling?”
“Toys. All sorts. Got a wagon full of ‘em.”
“Toys.” Gloin shook his head. “Well, I collect a 10 percent commission on all sales, plus expenses.”
“Ten percent?”
“Plus expenses.” Gloin crossed his arms. “Those are my terms. Do you accept?”
“But we brought our own wagon,” Bofur protested.
“So did everyone else, but there’s food and lodging to think of. And I’ve got to pay these lads as well.” Dwalin stepped forward, causing Bofur to step back. “Now, do you accept these terms?”
Bofur sighed. “Ten percent, plus expenses.” He glanced at Bifur, who was preoccupied with a spinning bird toy. “Done.”
“Very good,” Gloin declared, “fall in at the rear.” Bofur returned to his wagon. Gloin shook hands with Balin before climbing into his own. Thorin, Dwalin, Fili and Kili mounted ponies and took their positions. Finally the merchants of Erid Luin were on their way.
Why yes, I DO look like Anna Friel!
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Otaku-sempai
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Jan 31 2015, 7:18pm
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Since you can't easily indent, double-space between paragraphs so that they don't seem to run together.
I saw a Firemoon once. It rose over the path near Dunland. Huge – red and gold it was, it filled the sky. We were an escort for some merchants from Erid Luin, they were trading in silverwork for furs. We took the Greenway south, keeping the Mountain to our left, and then it appeared, this huge firemoon right in our path -- I wish you could have seen…
Eighteen months earlier…
Dis watched patiently as Fili walked toward her, a heavy sheep cradled in his arms. Kili walked behind him, somewhat reluctantly. She smiled, but couldn’t help feeling sad. There was a time when her boys chased the sheep eagerly, gathering the wool as she cut it from the animal, both vying to carry the most wool for their mother. But those days were long gone.
She came to the Blue Mountains some 60 years ago with her sons and brother...
Keep in mind that Dwarves probably settled in the Ered Luin long before Smaug invaded Erebor. They probably included the folk who originally built the ruined dwarf-cities of Belegost and Nogrod, returning to the Blue Mountains after the Balrog of Moria was awakened.
"The Great Scaly One protects us from alien invaders and ourselves with his fiery atomic love. It can be a tough love - the “folly of man” and all that - but Godzilla is a fair god.
"Godzilla is totally accepting of all people and faiths. For it is written that liberal or conservative, Christian or Muslim or Jew, straight or gay, all people sound pretty much the identical as they are crushed beneath his mighty feet." - Tony Isabella, The First Church of Godzilla (Reform)
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Feb 1 2015, 2:59am
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This is great! Would love to read it all when you finish. ///
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My avatar photo is Lake Tekapo in New Zealand's South Island. Taken by me in 2004 on a Red Carpet Tours LOTR Movie Location Tour. 'Twas the Vacation of a Lifetime!
pictures taken while on the tour are here:
https://picasaweb.google.com/Kirly7/LOTRNewZealandTour#
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Kilidoescartwheels
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Feb 1 2015, 4:12am
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Hopefully next time I'll figure out how to keep the double-spacing!
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Otaku-sempai
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Feb 1 2015, 2:46pm
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It is good to be familiar with the background of the region even if little of it makes it into the actual story. If nothing else, you are less likely to make embarrassing gaffs (I write from experience on that point; check your facts!).
Anyway, physically separating your paragraphs is much easier on the reader.
"The Great Scaly One protects us from alien invaders and ourselves with his fiery atomic love. It can be a tough love - the “folly of man” and all that - but Godzilla is a fair god.
"Godzilla is totally accepting of all people and faiths. For it is written that liberal or conservative, Christian or Muslim or Jew, straight or gay, all people sound pretty much the identical as they are crushed beneath his mighty feet." - Tony Isabella, The First Church of Godzilla (Reform)
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Feb 1 2015, 7:22pm
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Ooooh - nice! Now you are in trouble LOL!
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Because once again, I want to know what happens NEXT . So where's the rest of it then  ?
Love this . I like to think about the dwarves once they left Erebor, and the realities of what life would have been like, for people who have lost everything (actually, it popped into my head re BOFA that Kili *cough* might have phrased that "they have lost everything" comment with Thorin a bit differently, all things considered, no wonder Thorin gives him a LOOK... )
But for me somehow you got across that Dis is very much royalty, bur WORKING royalty, and I loved that she would be raising sheep. Wool being a great yarn and insulator, very strong and useful as fishermen and woodsmen know, it seems something I could imagine Thorin's sister doing.
E.g it seems to me like all good authors, you bring in enough detail that I can picture things in my mind, and the dwarves are already developing a distinct look and personalities. Plus it's not WALLOWING in sentiment while just enough is said.
So, how far are you along with this?
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Sorry! I just realized that I have not said anything yet about the actual story. You are setting things up fine. I also want to know what happens next.
Historical note: Tolkien wrote that after the Battle of Moria "Thrain II and his son wander westwards.* They settle in the South of Ered Luin beyond the Shire (2802)." In book-canon at least, if Dis came to dwell in the Blue Mountains it would have been about 138 years before the Quest of Erebor. Since the date for the Battle of Moria remains the same (2799), we can probably assume that the date for Thorin and his kin settling in the Blue Mountains is also the same.
I also wonder if Karen Wynn Fonstad made a mistake in placing Thorin's Halls north of the Gulf of Lune. Based on what Tolkien wrote, perhaps they should have been in the southern part of the Blue Mountains, south of the Tower Hills.
Question: If the husband of Dis died in the Battle of Moria (2799), who is the father of Fili and Kili?
* In film-canon, as we know, Thrain disappears at the Battle of Moria.
"The Great Scaly One protects us from alien invaders and ourselves with his fiery atomic love. It can be a tough love - the “folly of man” and all that - but Godzilla is a fair god.
"Godzilla is totally accepting of all people and faiths. For it is written that liberal or conservative, Christian or Muslim or Jew, straight or gay, all people sound pretty much the identical as they are crushed beneath his mighty feet." - Tony Isabella, The First Church of Godzilla (Reform)
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Kilidoescartwheels
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Feb 2 2015, 1:00am
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Well that's the details I didn't have
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Sorry! I just realized that I have not said anything yet about the actual story. You are setting things up fine. I also want to know what happens next.
Historical note: Tolkien wrote that after the Battle of Moria "Thrain II and his son wander westwards.* They settle in the South of Ered Luin beyond the Shire (2802)." In book-canon at least, if Dis came to dwell in the Blue Mountains it would have been about 138 years before the Quest of Erebor. Since the date for the Battle of Moria remains the same (2799), we can probably assume that the date for Thorin and his kin settling in the Blue Mountains is also the same.
I also wonder if Karen Wynn Fonstad made a mistake in placing Thorin's Halls north of the Gulf of Lune. Based on what Tolkien wrote, perhaps they should have been in the southern part of the Blue Mountains, south of the Tower Hills.
Question: If the husband of Dis died in the Battle of Moria (2799), who is the father of Fili and Kili?
* In film-canon, as we know, Thrain disappears at the Battle of Moria.
138 years? Well that's a bit more than I thought -- I based some of this on Richard Armitage's interview, where he said Thrain went on a quest for Erebor about 100 years earlier. Since Thrain was at the battle for Moria I assumed, incorrectly by book-cannon, that Moria happened afterward. I was chatting with some other TORNers about Fili & Kili's ages, so again I assumed that they were born before the battle of Moria, and again that their father died there. Again, in the interview Richard said her husband probably died fighting alongside Thorin, and he seemed pretty knowledgable on Tolkein history. As you know, in AUJ there were very few survivors, which is why I wrote that in the Blue Mountains female dwarves outnumbered the men - it seemed to make sense to me.
I have no idea how old Dis was, but if it was 138 years later, then they must have just been children - Thorin is what, about 169 during the quest for Erebor? I seem to remember reading that somewhere. I assume Dis was younger than Thorin, who would have been 31? In dwarf years that's like a grade-schooler, right?
I have a couple more chapters finished, once I proof them I'll upload them - although they are still apparently based on faulty assumptions
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I'll PM you some more details. //
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"The Great Scaly One protects us from alien invaders and ourselves with his fiery atomic love. It can be a tough love - the “folly of man” and all that - but Godzilla is a fair god.
"Godzilla is totally accepting of all people and faiths. For it is written that liberal or conservative, Christian or Muslim or Jew, straight or gay, all people sound pretty much the identical as they are crushed beneath his mighty feet." - Tony Isabella, The First Church of Godzilla (Reform)
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I wasn't going to post this here, but it might be of general interest. This is what I just PM'd to Kilidoescartwheels:
Armitage at that time was citing the book where Thrain attempts to return to Erebor in TA 2841 with several followers (including Balin) in TA 2841. In 2845 Thrain was caught alone and taken to Dol Guldur where Gandalf found him in 2850 just before he died. Jackson changed all of that.
According to Tolkien:
- Thorin (2746 - 2941)
- Frerin (2751 - 2799) died in the Battle of Azanulbizar.
- Dis (2760 - Fourth Age?)
So Thorin was about 24 when Smaug came to Erebor in 2770 and Dis was aboout 10. Thror was murdered in 2790 and the War of the Dwarves and Orcs lasted from 2793 to 2799.
Peter Jackson makes Thorin younger than Balin and Dwalin (and proabably Oin as well) which changes when Smaug would have come to Erebor. He also altered the year of Bilbo's birth and therefore the year of Thorin's quest. I suggest the following changes:
- Thorin (2775 - 2940)
- Frerin (2780 - 2799)
- Dis (2783 - FO)
The ages of the other Dwarves remain the same (unless you insist on Ori becoming younger than Fili and Kili*). Move the coming of Smaug to 2993. Dis might have married another survivor of Erebor or her husband might have been a Dwarf of the Blue Mountains. Remember that Dwarves don't generally wed before they reach their one hundredth year. Even in Tolkien's legendarium Dis was far too young to wed even in 2799.
I hope that you find all of this helpful.
* Jude Fisher in TH:DoS Visual Companion notes, "It is possible that Fili and Kili are in fact younger than Ori; but their weapons training, cheeky confidence and general demeanour makes them seem older." According to Tolkien, Fili and Kili were the youngest members of the Company (excluding Bilbo).
"The Great Scaly One protects us from alien invaders and ourselves with his fiery atomic love. It can be a tough love - the “folly of man” and all that - but Godzilla is a fair god.
"Godzilla is totally accepting of all people and faiths. For it is written that liberal or conservative, Christian or Muslim or Jew, straight or gay, all people sound pretty much the identical as they are crushed beneath his mighty feet." - Tony Isabella, The First Church of Godzilla (Reform)
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Kilidoescartwheels
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Feb 2 2015, 5:23pm
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Wow, so much I didn't know. So at 10 and 24, Dis and Thorin would have been like infants? Yeah, I read that about Adam Brown, LOL - he said he was the equivalent of a 17 year old, which makes Kili like early 20's? In the movie-verse, that is - I guess that's the only way I can be consistent. One of these days I will read the Lost Tales, haven't actually found the book yet, but I digress.
So, I was in fact going to post a question regarding Dis's husband - is there any Tolkein material about him at all? Like name, occupation, etc? Like I said, I assumed he died in battle because of that interview. I also am stressing the difference in the survivors that went to the Blue Mountains. It seems logical to me that most of them would be women, and we know Dis was essentially a single mom raising 2 boys. But in normal dwarf culture it would have to be expected of men that they probably wouldn't marry, being there's a 2-1 ratio of men and women dwarves. In a future chapter there's going to be a conversation between Kili and Dwalin on the subject, with Dwalin admitting that he never even thought about marriage - just decided to be a warrior, and the kind of impact that has on a young and still impressionable Kili (pre-Tauriel, of course). And even Thorin, at his age and with all the available women, never really considered marriage either - at least that's the way I'm planning to write it. I know that Armitage suggested Thorin might have a "lost love," but if he was so young (still about 24 when Smaug came) then he was probably too young to really consider it then, either.
Anyway, chapters 3 & 4 are posted, and I made sure this time that there were spaces between paragraphs for easier reading. Hope you like it!
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Otaku-sempai
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Feb 2 2015, 5:29pm
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Yes, although that seems to be more part of dwarven custom than biology. Tolkien wrote that Dwarves reach young adulthood around age 40 and achieve their full grown at age 50 or so. So when Dis was 39 she would probably have been equivalent to a human girl in her late teens.
I don't think that Tolkien ever wrote anything about the husband of Dis. He could have been a survivor of Erebor and the Battle of Moria or she could have met him in the Blue Mountains. As Fili and Kili were Thorin's heirs, I think it was more likely that he was a Dwarf of Erebor.
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Feb 2 2015, 5:54pm
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...I took care of this one. Look a bit easier on the eyes?
Great story, by the way - I like how you're working all the Dwarves into it!
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Kilidoescartwheels
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Feb 2 2015, 8:31pm
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...I took care of this one. Look a bit easier on the eyes? Great story, by the way - I like how you're working all the Dwarves into it!
Why yes, I DO look like Anna Friel!
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Bombadil
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Feb 5 2015, 8:01pm
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Super GREAT START...You really know how
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to write
Conversationally...
SSOooo. Nice that YOU are Letting us IN on this...Kinda like
"Crowd-Source-ing"
Always Listen to
our
Outstanding..
O-s,... he KNOWS..
Quite Excited to see what you write About selling PRODUCTS in
Hobbiton's Markets!
TOYS!..Yes, Blocks of Cheese...Any Wool products from DIS?
Bomby SSOoo...Hopes you ADD FARMER Maggot, too!
Makes sense that they would do alot of BARTERING
MUSHROOMS & Corn, for Toys...?
Pipe-weed for Silver..
MAYBE some Beef Jerky & BEER for ..?
The possibilities of giving Our Company
a TRuly Wonderful Back STORY
is a great IDEA.
You can rely on your Family here to
ONLY You Give the BEST...
ARE planning to take us all the WAY to Dunland?
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Kilidoescartwheels
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Feb 6 2015, 1:21am
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I've posted chapters 3 & 4 above, hope you check it out - and I have two more short chapters finished, which I will hopefully upload later tonight. I hope I can figure out how to link the first 4 chapters! And yes, the story will end in Dunland.
Why yes, I DO look like Anna Friel!
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