A mixed day
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wiseheartIt is really hot at the moment. The few drops of rain we had today (fortunately falling at the right angle, so no leaking so far *fingers crossed*) were only good for creating a nice washing room effect: hot and humid. Mum and I are both a bit wilting at the moment.
So I used the tolerable hours in the morning and gave the shaker box a try, using the beautiful papers from The Colours of India collections. Well, the shaker part doesn't really work as I was afraid to use a hot glue gun as on the YouTube video (because I'm utterly useless with a hot glue gun), and the wet glue I used made the inside of the half-globe perhaps a little moist or whatnot. I don't know. It still looks good enough; there will be photos later. I'll need to find the right shape pine cone for the middle next.
Shortly thereafter those of Thorin’s company who intended to go back to the blue Mountains and fetch their family met in the newly established home of Óin and Glóin: a spacious – albeit currently barren – mansion on the First Height that once belonged to their grandfather Grór. Óin was not going with them as he still had too many ailing Dwarves to care for and not enough people to help with his work, but he joined the gathering nonetheless. He was a Dwarf of many journeys and knew the roads between Erebor and Uruktharbun better than most, save for the Wanderers.
Certainly better than Dori who had rarely left Uruktharbun since the rebuilding of that great city had begun many decades earlier. The eldest son of Orin Glowhammer was a stone-mason who loved his craft almost as much as he loved his legendary wife and only the bone-deep loyalty towards Thorin Oakenshield – whom he considered his King – could move him to leave both craft and wife behind and join the Quest of Erebor in the first place.
At first his middle brother Ori had planned to go back with them; more so as they still hoped to persuade their mother to relocate to Erebor. But to everyone’s shocked surprise (including his own), Ori had fallen head over heels in love with a devastatingly handsome young BlackLock warrior from the Iron Hills right after the Battle of the Five Armies. More than that: it appeared that his feelings were returned, much to the dismay of certain nobly-born Dwarves. For though Flói descended from Burned Dwarves of Azanulbizar on both sides, he was common-born, half Ori’s age – and a mercenary.
An occupation not uncommon among Dwarves, yet one that was not held in high regard… to put it mildly. Especially if one was a fabulous axe-fighter; good enough to join the Forge Guards if he wanted. Yet Flói hadn’t even thought of joining the Guards; his wanderlust was too strong to bind himself to one lord or one place. He only took part in the Battle of the Five Armies because he happened to visit the Iron Hills at the right time.
Therefore while half the Mountain envied Ori for his good luck, the other half did not spare with the barbed remarks that such a bond was beneath somebody related to Durin’s House, no matter how distant said relation might be. Sadly enough, one of said naysayers – and perhaps the loudest of all – was Nori, the youngest of the three brothers and spoiled rotten by the older two.
That was the likely reason why Ori decided against going back to Uruktharbun – at least for the time being – and chose to help Balin with finding and restoring the Archives of the Mountain instead. That and the wish to explore his newfound love as some liked to mutter beneath their hands.
For the sake of everybody’s sanity Dori declared that he would take Nori with him, hoping that putting a year’s distance between his brothers would help calming down their tempers. Nori didn’t really mind. Travelling, while it cold be uncomfortable and even dangerous sometimes, was still much better than helping clean out the Dragon’s filth… or finding excuses all the time.
Not much, I know, but I'm having fun with it. I wish more people would be interested in Dwarves not dreamed up by Peter Jackson after having smoked too much pipeweed, but I guess I'll have to accept that my Dwarves don't have a chance.
Also, in the afternoon we visited our neighbour whose name is Anna, so she had her name day yesterday. We bought her small gifts and had a nice chat with her. She's sometimes a little tiring but has a good heart, and people who still knew my Granny and liked her are few and far between in those days-
So, this was may day, basically, save that I'll have to pile all things that are usually on the floor onto my desk. Tomorrow the cleaning ladies are coming and they will need room to do their job. In a flat of 53 square metres it isn't always easy to getting things done, especially if more than one person is involved.
But first I'm going to watch Kalkofe's Mattscheibe, and that's final, as Sam Gamgee would say.
So I used the tolerable hours in the morning and gave the shaker box a try, using the beautiful papers from The Colours of India collections. Well, the shaker part doesn't really work as I was afraid to use a hot glue gun as on the YouTube video (because I'm utterly useless with a hot glue gun), and the wet glue I used made the inside of the half-globe perhaps a little moist or whatnot. I don't know. It still looks good enough; there will be photos later. I'll need to find the right shape pine cone for the middle next.
Shortly thereafter those of Thorin’s company who intended to go back to the blue Mountains and fetch their family met in the newly established home of Óin and Glóin: a spacious – albeit currently barren – mansion on the First Height that once belonged to their grandfather Grór. Óin was not going with them as he still had too many ailing Dwarves to care for and not enough people to help with his work, but he joined the gathering nonetheless. He was a Dwarf of many journeys and knew the roads between Erebor and Uruktharbun better than most, save for the Wanderers.
Certainly better than Dori who had rarely left Uruktharbun since the rebuilding of that great city had begun many decades earlier. The eldest son of Orin Glowhammer was a stone-mason who loved his craft almost as much as he loved his legendary wife and only the bone-deep loyalty towards Thorin Oakenshield – whom he considered his King – could move him to leave both craft and wife behind and join the Quest of Erebor in the first place.
At first his middle brother Ori had planned to go back with them; more so as they still hoped to persuade their mother to relocate to Erebor. But to everyone’s shocked surprise (including his own), Ori had fallen head over heels in love with a devastatingly handsome young BlackLock warrior from the Iron Hills right after the Battle of the Five Armies. More than that: it appeared that his feelings were returned, much to the dismay of certain nobly-born Dwarves. For though Flói descended from Burned Dwarves of Azanulbizar on both sides, he was common-born, half Ori’s age – and a mercenary.
An occupation not uncommon among Dwarves, yet one that was not held in high regard… to put it mildly. Especially if one was a fabulous axe-fighter; good enough to join the Forge Guards if he wanted. Yet Flói hadn’t even thought of joining the Guards; his wanderlust was too strong to bind himself to one lord or one place. He only took part in the Battle of the Five Armies because he happened to visit the Iron Hills at the right time.
Therefore while half the Mountain envied Ori for his good luck, the other half did not spare with the barbed remarks that such a bond was beneath somebody related to Durin’s House, no matter how distant said relation might be. Sadly enough, one of said naysayers – and perhaps the loudest of all – was Nori, the youngest of the three brothers and spoiled rotten by the older two.
That was the likely reason why Ori decided against going back to Uruktharbun – at least for the time being – and chose to help Balin with finding and restoring the Archives of the Mountain instead. That and the wish to explore his newfound love as some liked to mutter beneath their hands.
For the sake of everybody’s sanity Dori declared that he would take Nori with him, hoping that putting a year’s distance between his brothers would help calming down their tempers. Nori didn’t really mind. Travelling, while it cold be uncomfortable and even dangerous sometimes, was still much better than helping clean out the Dragon’s filth… or finding excuses all the time.
Not much, I know, but I'm having fun with it. I wish more people would be interested in Dwarves not dreamed up by Peter Jackson after having smoked too much pipeweed, but I guess I'll have to accept that my Dwarves don't have a chance.
Also, in the afternoon we visited our neighbour whose name is Anna, so she had her name day yesterday. We bought her small gifts and had a nice chat with her. She's sometimes a little tiring but has a good heart, and people who still knew my Granny and liked her are few and far between in those days-
So, this was may day, basically, save that I'll have to pile all things that are usually on the floor onto my desk. Tomorrow the cleaning ladies are coming and they will need room to do their job. In a flat of 53 square metres it isn't always easy to getting things done, especially if more than one person is involved.
But first I'm going to watch Kalkofe's Mattscheibe, and that's final, as Sam Gamgee would say.
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