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hardcover book anon again and oh gosh I would never sell it! Its going to be my treasure, my precioussssss *Smeagol’s voice* If you don’t really mind, of course, its your work and I admire you and your love and dedication to our fandom. Its just your fic put me out from a really bad place and I just love it so so much. You are an amazing person. Thank you so much for this precious gift that is Sansûkh! :)

I don’t mind at all, Nonnie – I am very flattered! And thank you so so much, you’re SO generous, what a beautiful thing to say! ahhh, you make me blush lsjdhgflajshdakh

On the topic of Thorin III/awkward butterknife, do you have a headcanon for where the epithet “Stonehelm” actually came from?

Yes I do! 

At first I actually thought it would be a battle thing – that he gained it during BOTFA by headbutting people like his dad. (which he would have – his nutting ability is mighty and to be feared.)

Now I sort of want it to be a nickname that becomes an epithet… ish? That a small Thorin in the Iron Hills once got so cross at a battle-ram that he headbutted it squarely – and the ram ran away.

So, he got called ‘Stonehelm’ as a little one, and it stuck (much the same way that Wee Thorin is stuck with ‘Wee Thorin’, lol). Nowadays, most Dwarves would believe that the epithet refers to his battle-bonce, but a select few know better.

when Jeri hears the story from Thira, they don’t stop teasing the Stonehelm about it for a whole week

The Dwarfling Troupe totally drag Laerophen into their plots. Balinith is fairly easy, being all “Can you reach that thing on the high shelf?” etc. Frerinith gets Laerophen to carry him around for extended periods, enjoying traveling in state at such heights. Wee Thorin usually helps Gimizh use Laerophen as leverage. “But Barur, we told Laerophen how good your pumpkin pie was and he wants to try it!” *puppy eyes*. Also going places that they mightn’t be able to otherwise b/c they are supervised.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

oh god, oh no. Laerophen, you have been kidnapped by pure adorable evil. Beware!

I’m getting teary imagining the Urs being able to enjoy the everyday benefits of having enough money. Having a big enough house so that everyone has their own space. Barur is pleased that he can get proper food (Fresh ingredients! Enough of everything!). Having clothes that aren’t second hand or having patches on the patches. Being able to afford good schools and apprentices for the kiddos.

EXACTLY.

Alris having to stop herself from doing the constant checks-and-balances of ‘if we have this we can’t have that’. Bombur finally, tentatively experimenting with recipes that don’t stretch to two+ nights. Ingredients that aren’t sold in bulk, that have only the one use. Clothes that aren’t passed down from parent to older siblings to middle siblings to youngest – everyone with new clothes, new boots, all of their own, at last.  Bought especially for them. That fit.

Everyone who wanted a room of their own – has one. Everyone who desperately wished for a hair-clasp like their friend’s, or paper that wasn’t re-used and erased, or a high-quality tool and not a bargain-basement apprentice-effort, has it. 

Baris can finally attend the music schools her epic talent deserves. And she needn’t look like a pauper when she goes. Bofrur can learn from the best dancers, and he can wear the best dancing shoes when he does so. Alfur can get an apprenticeship at the engineering guild – and he won’t have to go down the mines afterwards to pay for it. Alfris has the time and luxury to build her marvellous palaces in her mind, and never want for paper to draw her designs. Bibur can actually become a goldsmith. He knows, now, what gold is like to hold and work with – and he needn’t give it back at the end of the work week. It’s his. 

I just. I have a lot of feelings about poverty, and the Urs. A lot.Â