#dulinn

Norsery Rhymes from A to Z Happy Thorsday - Durnir, The Sleeper Door Warden V2 Well here we are another Thor’s Day and another 20 min sketch of a Norse (and Germanic) mythological characters.  This week it’s another version of Durnir / Diurnir the Dwarven (Dverg / Dvergr / Dwarf). A Dwarf mentioned in the Dverga heiti, Laufás-Edda, Ynglingatal, and possible other sources. This week it’s a more regal version, and less literally sleepy version you can see and read more about here.  

Norsery Rhymes from A to Z Happy Thorsday - Dulinn, The Hidden One Well here we are another Thor’s Day and another 20 min sketch of a Norse (and Germanic) mythological characters.  This week it’s Dulinn the Dwarven (Dverg / Dvergr / Dwarf). A Dvergr mentioned in the Poetic Edda.

His name means ‘the hidden’, or ‘the concealed one’. From the old Norse “dylja”. Sometimes connected to the word "dularfullr”, making the meaning ‘self hidden’ or a ‘disguised self conceited’ person meaning someone who hides their vanity.

Generally considered as a different naming of Durinn the Second born Dverg after Mótsognir, and before Dvalinn. Durinn who is the patriarch of so many dwarves. And one of the two smiths of the magic sword Tryfing, the Measurer of Fate.

The story goes that Svafrlami, King of the Rus, who was a grandson of Odin captured the Dverg, Dvalin / Dain and Dulinn / Durinn from their homes and forced them to make him a sword that would never tarnish or go dull. Made with gold hilt and guard, and with a blade the shone like light and fire as if from within. It would be something that would never miss it’s intended prey. Something that could cut through anything without effort. As they were forced to make this they completed it but with a curse. It would be the source of three tragic and evil happenings. And until then it would kill with the smallest of wounds, it would kill a man every time it was drawn, and if there was no intended target it would take whoever was closest at hand. And it would lead to the death of the man that wields it. The only men that it would not harm when drawn were it’s makers. As the king learned when he tried to use it to kill the dwarves on hearing of the curse. The sword instead of killing them diverted and embedded itself in the stone wall beside them as they fled. Some say using their tools to break down the door, others that they dove into the rock walls of their jail itself. Able to be removed from the stone, but not be sheathed until it had killed. Dvalin and Dulinnn both escaped. To live long lives presumably as they had many children and many more descendants. 

Dia menceteng mimpi di genggaman tangannya. Pulang saat terang, membongkar keinginan, lalu membuangnya di atas ranjang.

Pecah, kata-kata pecah, serpih tajam-tajam yang kemudian menggores tenggorokannya.Langit-langit bungkam, yang kudengar hanya detik yang berdetak mencoba menjelaskan kata-kata dihatinya.

Dalam diam, guling seakan dengan lantang meneriakkan bahwa dirinya telanjang, tak ada yang lebih jujur dari itu, tak ada.

Pintu tertutup kemudian samar menuntunnya.

Kemarin, dia tidak temui harapan yang mandul, sebagai pertanda bahwa sakunya telah penuh terisi dengan lembar-lembar keringat. Tak harus indah, sedikit demi sedikit gelasmu akan terisi penuh, lalu tumpahkan.

Suaranya bisa didengar saat kau dengarkan baik-baik. Senyumnya pun bisa dilihat saat kau lihat baik-baik. Sayang.