Dwarven Treasure Geocoin - Yaruhha Edition

The Dwarven Treasure coins feature futhark runes. These ancient letters have been found on weapons and monuments throughout Europe and are believed by some to embody arcane powers. Many people are familiar with the runes due to their prominent use in Tolkien's books The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings. The coin is large at 2 inches in diameter and has a unique icon.

This is the Yaruhha edition and features blue and white sparkle enamel and blue and white pearl enamel. It bears two clear gems in honor of the Dwarves' love for gleaming treasure.

Many ages ago, when the world was still new, there was a Dwarf woman named Yaruhha who had a wealthy husband and many children. Her life was much to her liking, so she grew happy and quite plump. All who looked at her with her beautiful clothes, her healthy round shape, her strong children, and her powerful husband, wished that they could be in her place. She had everything that a Dwarf could want. The Prince of Air also saw her happiness and he grew jealous because he did not have a solid body and could not have the things that gave her joy. She saw his distress, but she was proud and mocked him in a way that seemed clever and harmless to her. The words that she believed were soft were knives to him and his envy grew into rage. He swore that he would bring her low. In response, she just laughed and said that he should learn to cheer up. “Besides,” she said, “you are made of air and cannot touch me.”

It was true that the Prince of Air could not lay hands on her, but he compelled the clouds and the mountain winds to create a winter that was colder and drier than anyone could remember. Food became scarce, the animals fled to other lands, and a sickness fell upon all of the Dwarves. Her wealth, her health, her joy, her dedication to being a good wife and mother could not prevent the winter from taking her children and husband away. She still had many fine things, but without her children’s laughter and her husband’s kind face, the gold and the fine clothes only made her feel tired. Her health abandoned her and her beautiful plump body became thin and ugly. Her soul shriveled too. She grew ill tempered, and then mean, and finally cruel. The other Dwarves tried to look past her anger but when she became like a poison to all who were near, her clan disowned her. They shouted out that she had become like a wolf; they gathered all of their strength and threw her into the night sky.

When she came to her senses, she realized that now she was truly alone with only empty darkness as a companion. In those days, the night sky was just frightful blackness. She began to cry, first loudly, but then more and more softly until her sobs were just a whisper. At once, she heard louder crying. She said to herself that now she was losing even her sanity because her own crying was starting to sound like it belonged to someone else. “Wait,” she said to herself, “truly someone else is crying,” but who would be in the darkness with her? She crawled blindly on her knees and felt with her hands, searching for whomever was so in need. She cried again, but not for herself. Her body, her mind, and her heart all ached to comfort those tears. Her whole being longed to say, “hush, it’s all right, I’m here with you.”

At last her hands felt a tiny baby. She clutched it to herself and at last she could say the words - “hush, it’s all right, I’m here with you.” She asked the baby where its mother was and the child answered that it had no mother. “Of course you have a mother,” she answered. “Everyone was born from a mother and we will find her.” The baby cried louder still and sobbed, “I was never born!” It was then that Yaruhha realized that she was holding a soul that had not yet been sent to Midgard to be born. She held the child close and said, “I will bounce you on my knee and I will sing to you. When you are afraid, I will make you laugh. Since you have not yet gone to Midgard and you have no mother, I will be your mother.” The baby smiled so brightly that its face began to glow with joy like a little candle. Yaruhha did not know that she returned the baby’s smile and she began to glow too. In the distance she heard another baby crying and like the first, it was a child who had not yet gone to Midgard so it was all alone. When she told it that she would be its mother, the second baby also shone like a little candle and Yaruhha glowed even more brightly.

Note – Elves and humans find thinness to be desirable. Dwarves, however, see it as a sign of disease or mental illness. Their ideal of beauty in a Dwarf woman is not nearly as round as the moon, but it is still on the plump side.

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