#longbeards

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Young dwarf Thorin

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fíli and kíli enjoying their time in bag end

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[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.

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Dwarf Longbeards and unit filler “Throwing ax target”

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Me crying on my knees: please I beg of you, don’t forget the dwarves that came before Gimli, and Thorin and his company. Please talk about Thrór, Grór, and Frór more! Please please give the dwarves the history jrrt never did! Dwarves are actually super awesome and cool and have so much potential for their cultures because we were given barely anything!! Not to mention the petty dwarves!!!!!!!

[arofili]

in their halls of stone || Chapter 1: Sapphire

part of Heirlooms

A history of the Dwarven-Rings: from their gifting to the Kings of the Seven Clans, through the bellies of dragons, and into Sauron's grasp. Chapter 1: The Sapphire Ring of the Longbeards.

For @khazadweek Day 1: Longbeards! Here’s the first chapter in a fic I’ll (hopefully) be updating all week, about the Dwarven Rings of Power!

Rating: M | Major Character Death | Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationships: Celebrimbor & Durin III, Thráin II & Sauron Characters: Celebrimbor, Durin III, Thráin II, Sauron as Necromancer Word count: 1.2k

READ IT ON AO3!

[ironfoot-mothafocka]

#KhazadWeek Day 1: Longbeards

Sorry for being late. In return, dwarf lesbians and an Eastern dwarf quickly gets over some preconceptions of the Elder Folk.

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“Y’ can’t get a hardier folk than khazâd from the Iron Hills,” belched Tagrar impressively. “Long have we defended the north from many foes. Packs of goblins, wargs, wyrms—” “Except,” retorted Firdri, “there aren’t wyrms in the Grey Mountains no more, and none would venture as south as the Iron Hills.” The dwarf of Ered Luin’s teeth were bared, glinting gold at the edges of his mouth where the two lower canines had been punched out in a fight years ago. Tagrar fixed Firdri with one menacing eye. “I’ve seen one,” he said, drawing a meaty hand over his lips and leaning forwards to face his adversary, “years ago, when we were tracking down a group of marauding, renegade northmen pillagers, and they led us into a crevasse where the earth grew hot, and rumbled with the sound of a—” “Of some kind of natural geyser, no doubt,” snapped Firdri. He clenched the mug of beer in his hand so tightly that Zâda could have sworn she heard the metal fixtures of the handle crack.

Her eyes flicked back and forth between the two dwarves as though she was watching a game of takrak, or an arm-wrestling match, or an axe-throwing bout. Truthfully, she would have rather watched them just punch each other until their faces resembled mashed potatoes — at least their incessant boasting would be over then and she could get some peace. With the practised patience of the middle child of seven dwarves, she tuned out the griping from her right and stared around the tavern. ‘Tavern’ was a strong word — it was a patched-up watering hole. Smaug had rampaged through much of Erebor and there was practically no corner unscathed from fiery breath or whipping, lash-like tail that had tumbled stone. Zâda had already been on her way to Laketown when she had seen the pines caught alight, smouldering like candle-stubs on the far-away mountainside. The battle had been over when her wagon-train had reached the outskirts of the dwarf-held lands, though many of her party who had set out a week ago from the banks of the Sea of Rhûn had turned and fled back as they watched the northern arm of the River Running flow red with blood — dwarf, orc, and human.

It wasn’t what she had expected, but then nothing in her life had ever gone smoothly since she had left Ghomal for the small settlement of rolling, fertile hills that surrounded Dorwinion. Once she had arrived at Erebor, she was immediately escorted inside the mountain. Jubilant shouts of liberation mixed with the tearing of beards at so many dead, and there was no room for bystanders. Every dwarf able to lift something and stand upright was put to work, and Zâda had spent much of the first week in Erebor breaking down large slabs of fallen rock and piling them into carts to be hauled away for building stone. It was back-breaking, muscle-wrenching work and Zâda hadn’t cared where she had slept, as long as she got a corner to herself. A large mustering hall down in one of the lower quarters wasn’t as badly damaged as some of the others, and it had garnered the name ‘Survivor’s Hall’. A fire had been stoked high in its middle, radiating warmth and a sense of security that swept away the lingering darkness in the corners of the hall. Tents and tarpaulin sheets had been strung up, and a makeshift encampment had steadily grown, sprawling from Survivor’s Hall to the rest of the kingdom as more and more became habitable.

This, however, was not the heady hubbub Survivor’s Hall. This watering-hole, with drunken Longbeards lying amid broken chairs and vats of vinegary ale, was the Pig’s Tooth. And it stank. “Sigin-tarâg,” Zâda muttered, watching as the shouting match continued. There were some things about the Elder Folk that mystified her Eastern sensibilities. To her, Longbeards were snobbish, rude and aloof, whereas her Blacklock folk prided themselves on generous hospitality — even to the Men of the surrounding Easterling settlements. Longbeards were quick to dismiss the skills of other dwarves, those from the other Houses. Common story went that Longbeard craftsdwarves had stolen structural ideas from Blacklock architects and copied work from their ancient halls inside Khazâd-dum without credit. Zâda didn’t quite know what to believe, but she wouldn’t put it past them. Their beards were too long. They smelled odd. They weren’t what she was used to.

She rolled her eyes as the Iron Hills warrior expounded the virtues of being bred in those sparse, cold hills; whereas the one from Ered Luin was regaling the tragedies the band who had followed the King’s dwarves into exile had encountered.

And then she saw her.

It was the first time that Zâda had seen her, because she knew she would have remembered her. With an easy gait, she strode into the tavern, looking around with piercing blue eyes. A battered Iron Hills helmet, now jerry-rigged into a mining cap, swung from one hand, and the other balanced an pick across her broad, scarred shoulders. She was grimy and her shirt was more hole than cloth. And she was mesmerising.

Zâda inhaled sharply — she had forgotten to breathe for what felt like several minutes, and stars popped in front of her eyes and her lips tingled. The worker slung down her pick and helmet with a clatter and slid into the seat next to Zâda. The other dwarves had moved off to continue their quarrel outside. “Were they bothering you?” The dwarf’s voice was deep and smooth, and Zâda could feel it more than she could hear it. “No. I mean, yes, in general. But not personally,” she said quickly. The dwarf grimaced apologetically and puffed her chest out in defiance. “Not all Longbeards are as uncouth as those louts. There are some of us who know how to behave ourselves in front of guests from other Halls.” She stroked a finger through her bushy auburn moustache — Zâda noticed how meticulously her long brown hair and beard were kept, well oiled and neatly plaited through with glimmering green and blue beads, even though she was in need of a wash. The dwarf pressed a fist to her chest and rose to her feet, bowing low, her beard brushing her knees. “Igdi, child of Umnir, of the Iron Hills at your service. Don’t judge the Hills by Tagrar’s display,” she said with a wink. “Zâda, daughter of Khafun, at your’s and your family’s. And no — I wouldn’t!” she said. Her lips seemed to be running on without her, and she also appeared to have less air in her lungs than she would have liked. There was something about the dwarf’s quiet confidence and genuine smile that spread from their lips to their eyes which made her forget where she was — in a foreign land, far from home, in a mountain that had been the home of a dragon.

Maybe Longbeards weren’t so bad after all.

[sesamenom]

Some Longbeards and Firebeards! Ladies on the top row, men on the bottom row. Firebeard mask diagrams included.

[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.

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Fem!Bagginshield

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frerin son of thráin

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More of Dís and her family. my favorite girl ❤️

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Mega handsome wet bearded Greg - perfection 

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[thefugitivesaint]

Charles Robinson (1870-1937), ''King Longbeard'' by Barrington MacGregor, 1898 Source