#Bárðr

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Beadufrith

Beadufrith is an Anglo-Saxon masculine name composed of beadu (war) and frith (peace), cognate with German Badefrid, Norse Bárøðr and Bárðr, and Faroese and Icelandic Bárður.

Variants:

Beodufrith [Joseph Stevenson 1841 Liber Vitæ Ecclesiæ Dunelmensis, page 9].

Badufrith [Joseph Stevenson 1841 Liber Vitæ Ecclesiæ Dunelmensis, page 22].

Beadufriþ [Henry Sweet 1886 The Oldest English Texts, page 500].

Beadufrith [William Searle 1897 Onomasticon Anglo-Saxonicum page 81].

Beadufrid [Eric Barker 1947 Sussex Archæological Collections 86: 78].

Prototheme:

beadu = war [Henry Sweet 1886 The Oldest English Texts, page 495].

Deuterotheme:

frith = peace [Ernest Weekley 1939 Jack and Jill, 1st edition, page 29].

Usage:

Beadufrith was the name of an Abbot of Selsey [William Searle 1897 Onomasticon Anglo-Saxonicum page 81]: “Nunna, king of Sussex, to Beadufrith and the brethren of Selsey; grant of land at Herotunun, Bracklesham, and Sidlesham” [Peter Sawyer 1968 Anglo-Saxon Charters, page 82, number 42]: “✠ Eɢᴏ Nunna rex Suðsaxonum aliquam partem terrae iuris mei, pro remedio animae meae, dabo Beadufrido et fratribus qui habitant in insula quae dicitur Seolesige, ubi cupio ut corpus meum requiescat” [John Kemble 1847 Codex Diplomaticus Aevi Saxonici 5: 41 (number 999)]: “I, Nunna, king of the South Saxons, for the good of my soul, will give to Beadufrid and the brothers who live in the island called Selsey (where I wish my body to rest) certain lands of my realm” [Eric Barker 1947 Sussex Archæological Collections 86: 78 (number 8)].

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Quick sketch of Baen and the remnant of what his old life used to be. Desperation and Immortality can really destroy a man.

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Norsery Rhymes from A to Z Dumbr, The Stupid One

Well here we are on another ThorsDay with another 20 min sketch of a Norse (and Germanic, sometimes Celtic) mythological characters.  This week it’s Dumbr (Dumbur / Dumbir) of the Jotnar (Jotun / Jotunn / Jetten / Eoten / Giant) again. A half Risi Giant, and half Troll mentioned in the Nafnaþulur  of the Prose Edda

His name means in Old Norse, ‘dumb’, or ‘stupid’. And to ‘stupefy’, ‘obscure’ in the Proto Gemanic source word “Dumbaz” ,

He is married to Giant King Snear’s Daughter Mjol / Mjoll who though human seeming was part also a personification of snow (Fresh Powdery Snow) like her father and siblings. Making Dumbr the brother in law to Mjol’s sister Drifa who I covered earlier this month here. Dumbr and Mjoll have a son together named Bárðr / Bardr who is raised by the fosterer of heroes Dofri the Mountain Dweller, after he is kicked out of his village on finding out his father was Giant and Troll. He would go on to live a wandering Odin existence.

To read more about Dofri and Bardr you can read it here, and if you’d like to see more versions of Dofri you can see version 2 here, and version 3 here.

Not a lot else is known about Dumbr.

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The wonders of Snaefellsnes tour was truly wonderful. I even know how to say that word properly, so not only am I taking in this countries culture but I'm learning their language too. Except I still can't roll my 'R's', which would make it difficult to become fluent, but I'm trying with the basics at least! We got up early this morning to be ready by 7:30 for pickup for the tour. I didn't really sleep last night because the guy in the lower bunk across from me snores like a high speed freight train. Absolutely miserable. I even had headphones on blaring music and I could still hear it. I wish I wasn't such a light sleeper. Hopefully one day I'll get over it. Is that something you can get over? Anyways... The trip today was focused on the west fjords. It was a rainy, cold, and foggy day. Just how you would imagine Iceland being. We started the drive west, and stopped at a gas station about an hour into the journey for coffee and potty breaks. I took the opportunity to walk down to the waterfront and snap a photo of the beautiful sunrise. I also got a coffee to try and help me wake up. They only offer one baby size and I won't even tell you how much it cost. It was about another hour before we stopped again,but first we got to go into an underwater tunnel to cut off a chunk of the trip. The tunnel is frightening if you've ever seen the Final Destination movies, or maybe it's just my overactive imagination. I can just see it filling with water and the bus driver speeding through it before we all drown. I know, I know. Dark. My bad. The tunnel itself is a little over three and a half miles long and 541 feet below sea level. Kind of cool, but mostly no thank you. We stopped at a cold, rainy beach for about 15 minutes. The guide told us to look out for seals hanging out on the cliffs. Seals? Are you kidding me? Why would you tell me we might see seals so that I can then be disappointed when we don't?! Seems rude to me. Of course, we looked and looked and finally spotted one swimming wayyyyy out away from the shore. Whatever though, I saw a seal!! A little further through the fog we stopped again in a small fishing village called Arnarstapi. It was a cute little town, surrounded by more folklore. We all know I'm a fan of folklore at this point. Legend has it that a half man half troll sailed to this area long ago. He had a daughter (well he had several but he must have liked this one the best) who was pushed out on a floating glacier by her two brothers. The glacier sailed all the way to Greenland where she found a lover and never came back or something like that. He (her pops) was so angry he pushed one of his sons into a ravine and the other one off a cliff, and then disappeared forever into the ice cap. He is the areas guardian spirit. He must have been grouchy today since the weather was so dreary. Hehe. During this stop we got out of the bus and walked about 30 minutes around the edge of the cliffs. The water was a gorgeous blue and the waves were crashing hard against the rocks. The rain subsided a little bit so it wasn't miserable. The scenery is so beautiful anyways that it's hard to be grouchy about it. At the end of the path is a statue of Bárðr Snæfellsáss in all of his half man half troll glory. We got a 45 minute lunch stop in Hellnar. There's a cute little cafe there where you could obviously eat and probably (on a good day) see some of the surrounding sights. Ty and I packed a lunch, so we ate that and walked around the grounds. There was a cute little church at the top of the hill, so we went to investigate that and then just hung out before it was time to take off again. All of the churches are teeny tiny and are white with red roofs. Most of the country is Christian and each little town or village has one. Very close to them there always seems to be a small graveyard. Ty keeps trying so hard to understand them, a whole new world for him! Down to the beach we went to see more black sand and pebbles and more gigantic, scary waves waiting to whisk you away into oblivion. Each beach is so different and yet the same. This one is surrounded by lava fields, which I still can't wrap my head around. It's like being on another planet. The bus took us along through a couple more fishing villages. The big commercial fisherman in the area have been on strike for 8 weeks, but the little boats still go out and catch fish. It's putting a little damper on the economy, but they just want more money, ya hear?! Time for the highlight of the tour and quite possibly the whole trip! On the website for this tour is a picture of a mountain. It's not just any mountain, but quite possibly the coolest mountain I have ever seen. The whole day I was so worried that we wouldn't get to see it because of the weather, but as soon as we pulled up the sun peaked through the clouds and we were able to see it's prestige. I could try to describe it to you, but words won't do it justice. I can show you a photo and that might help, but standing there staring at this carving of rock is truly magnificent and you would have to see it to really feel it's power. The mountain is called Kirkjufell, and it sits right outside the town of Grundarfjörður if you want to google it! After that climactic ending, we headed back through the fjords to Reykjavik. Back through the underwater death trap, I mean tunnel, stopping one last time at our first stop. This time we got to see it at sunset, and the mountains weren't hiding behind a fog. Such a cool day!! It's amazing how quickly the fog can lift and settle throughout one day. Our travel companions are leaving Colorado now and will be meeting up with us at our downtown apartment in the morning. It will be interesting to see how the dynamic changes and what fun there is in store for us!! Until then! Megan Ps. You'll have to wait til tomorrow for pictures of the mountain. Builds drama. Or I left my GoPro underneath the bed and I'm on the top bunk :)

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Norsery Rhymes from A to Z Dumbr, The Stupid One V2

Well here we are on another ThorsDay with another 20 min sketch of a Norse (and Germanic, sometimes Celtic) mythological characters.  This week it’s a second version of Dumbr (Dumbur / Dumbir) of the Jotnar (Jotun / Jotunn / Jetten / Eoten / Giant) again. A half Risi Giant, and half Troll mentioned in the Nafnaþulur of the Prose Edda This version a little more handsome giant than troll like.

His name means in Old Norse, ‘dumb’, or ‘stupid’. And to ‘stupefy’, ‘obscure’ in the Proto Gemanic source word “Dumbaz”.

He is married to Mjol / Mjoll, a personification of fresh powdered snow. The parents of the hero Bárðr / Bardr. who is raised by Dofri the Mountain Dweller, after he is kicked out of his village on finding out his father was Giant and Troll.

To read more about Dofri and Bardr you can read it here, and if you’d like to see more versions of Dofri you can see version 2 here, and version 3 here. And for my more troll like version of Dumbr you can go here.

Not a lot else is known about Dumbr.

[jeffreystewart]

Norsery Rhymes from A to Z Dofri, Giant Foster Father of Heroes and Kings - V3 Well here we are on another ThorsDay with another 20 min sketch of a Norse (and Germanic, sometimes Celtic) mythological characters.  This week it’s Dofri / Dovri again of either the Trolls or alternately Jotnar (Jotun / Jotunn / Jetten / Eoten / Giant). Mentioned in the Skáldskaparmál, in the Nafnaþulur.  

He took in and raised as his own several princes and kings. Caring for them and spoiling them. Teaching them various things like magic, nature, martial arts, mystic arts, kingship and statesmanship.

Fostering most famously the hero king Harold Fagrhár “Fine-Hair” who was the son of King Halfdan the Black whose gold he stole. Also notably fostering and teaching the very Odin like hermit her Bardr / Bárðr.

For my first one I based my first sketch of him on the illustration of him in the 14th century Flateyjarbok / Flateyjarbók manuscript because I loved it so much. Which you can see here: https://jeffreystewart.tumblr.com/post/621915090909839360/norsery-rhymes-from-a-to-z-dofri-giant-foster

For last weeks original concept you can see it here: https://jeffreystewart.tumblr.com/post/622579274728243200/norsery-rhymes-from-a-to-z-dofri-giant-foster

Last one for this guy. Next week it’s a new one.

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Norsery Rhymes from A to Z Dofri, Giant Foster Father of Heros and Kings Well here we are on another ThorsDay with another 20 min sketch of a Norse (and Germanic, sometimes Celtic) mythological characters.  This week it’s Dofri / Dovri of either the Trolls or alternately Jotnar (Jotun / Jotunn / Jetten / Eoten / Giant). Mentioned in the Skáldskaparmál, in the Nafnaþulur.  

He lives on his mountain named after him Dofrafjall / Dovrefjell Dofri’s Mountain.

Dofri translates to “the lazy one”. He’s also called “The Cave dweller”, “The Mountain Dweller”, “The Troll Father” And “The Mountain Karl” (free man).

Foster father of Princes who provides them a varied and core education, and teaches them various things like magic, nature, martial arts, mystic arts, kingship and statesmanship.

Fostering most famously the hero king Harold Fagrhár “Fine-Hair” the son of King Halfdan the Black for five years. Also notably fostering and teaching the very Odin like hermit her Bardr / Bárðr. He was known to love his fosters very much spoiling them.

He is also famous for stealing the gold of King Halfdan / Hálfdan the Black.

He’s often considered as a representative or ambassador of the Jotun. 

The story is that Dofri had successfully managed to steal much of valuables and treasures from the castle of King Halfdan over many nightly trips completely unseen. King Halfdan was a proud, intelligent and uncompromising ruler. He contracted the greatest craftsmen and magicians to build invisible traps and magical spells to capture a giant thief. Halfdan being able to tell the thief was large and strong by how much it took each time. 

Even with all of the physical traps and spells it took sixty men to restrain Dofri enough to get his arms clamped and chained behind his back, and huge leg manacles and chains of the hardest steel and skill placed on him.

Dofri who had never been bested before and feeling fairly caught, told them who he was and where he was from.  Admitted to stealing the gold and swearing to bring it all back along with three times more the amount. Asking for a pardon in exchange. 

Halfdan, in his pride, though knowing Dofri’s word was good, refused the pardon. Promised him an awful death once the Thing court could be assembled in time. Leaving him bound and unable to sleep or relieve himself, while also refusing him any food or drink. Condemning any who help him in food or movement to be put to death with him. 

While Dofri sat for 5 days, Halfdan’s 5 year old son Harald came home. Hearing about the captured giant, went to speak with him. But after meeting Dofri and seeing how he was treated stated his intention to free him. Dofri warned him against it fearing what the King would do. Harald used his sword that could cut the finest lead and steel to slice away the shackles and chains. 

Dofri, knowledgeable in many natural and supernatural things, collected himself swiftly, and left so fast that he seemed to just disappear. So quietly that no wind was heard. And so gently that and no dust was disturbed.

The King was furious when he found what his son had done, exiling without, coat, tool or provisions. Harald being brave, but very young and inexperienced in the wild wandered for five days before wandering cold, starving and dehydrated into a clearing where Dofri found him. 

Dofri offered him help at his home, and to foster Harald if he’d like. A huge cave in his own mountain. Carrying him home with him. Once home Dofri cried over the unconscious and fading Prince. Fearing he was dying from exposure and possibly from his knocking Harald’s head off the door frame when he brought him in. 

He cried so strongly, his face twisted and a mess. Woke Harald, who in the warmth and possibly magic of the cave, along with the stunned feeling the care he’d never had with his own father, was well enough to joke with Dofri that he looked ugly in his crying, but assured Dofri he’d be ok, calling him Foster Father.

They lived in happiness for (5?) years. With Dofri teaching him everything he could. But not everything he knew, as he cold not force Harald to do anything. As he loved him too much to force him to study. Once King Halfdan died, Dofri knew they would need to say goodbye to their cozy life in their cave. Sending  Harald off ahead to ensure his future as King. Giving him final bits of knowledge, tools, the gold and treasures from his fathers castle, and a prophesy that as long as he does not cut his nails or hair before he was the lone King of Norway he would have great life of great deeds, future and glory. Saying he would join him shortly to help him in battles, council ,and service. Being able to do magic of all kinds, from battle magic, to scrying and becoming invisible and silent so that no secret plot would ever befall him. 

His next most famous fostering was Bardr / Bárðr, who was cast out from his village as a child when it was learned that his human mother had him with a half Risi (Giant) and half Troll father.  

Dofri is also Father of the Giantess Flaumgerdr / Flaumgerðr by a Human mother. Flaumgerðr goes on to fall in love with Bardr and have 3 or 4 tall lovely daughters together Helga, Gudrun, Thordis and a possible unnamed daughter who marries another unrelated Bardr.

It’s never stated what happens to Flaumgerdr, perhaps she died tragically, or she simply did not want to, or could not leave with Bardr when he went to live in Iceland to connect with his newly discovered half brother Thorkel in Iceland by his human mother and another Jotun father that she married. 

Bardr goes on to have another wife and more children. Having a massive falling out with is Brother’s sons, and eventually becoming a helpful hermit putting to use the magic and skills that Dofri taught him going on adventures and helping the people of Iceland as a guardian spirit of sorts.  

I based today’s sketch on the illustration of him in the 14th century Flateyjarbok / Flateyjarbók manuscript because I loved it so much. And I might have another I’ll do next week that’s an original concept.  

[jeffreystewart]

Norsery Rhymes from A to Z Dofri, Giant Foster Father of Heroes and Kings - V2 Well here we are on another ThorsDay with another 20 min sketch of a Norse (and Germanic, sometimes Celtic) mythological characters.  This week it’s Dofri / Dovri again of either the Trolls or alternately Jotnar (Jotun / Jotunn / Jetten / Eoten / Giant). Mentioned in the Skáldskaparmál, in the Nafnaþulur.  

He took in and raised as his own several princes and kings. Caring for them and spoiling them. Teaching them various things like magic, nature, martial arts, mystic arts, kingship and statesmanship.

Fostering most famously the hero king Harold Fagrhár “Fine-Hair” who was the son of King Halfdan the Black whose gold he stole. Also notably fostering and teaching the very Odin like hermit her Bardr / Bárðr. 

Last week I based my first sketch of him on the illustration of him in the 14th century Flateyjarbok / Flateyjarbók manuscript because I loved it so much. Which you can see here:  https://jeffreystewart.tumblr.com/post/621915090909839360/norsery-rhymes-from-a-to-z-dofri-giant-foster

I might have another version idea I’ll do next week that’s also an original concept.