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how do the dead dwarves visit or speak to mahal?? is there a fixed place where they know where to find him (like that anvil room), and do they just rock up whenever for a chat or a drink? can mahal be with more than one dwarrow at a time, only because kili seems to be making sure that he occupies a large chunk of mahal’s time lolol? are the dwarrows generally interested in interacting with their maker?

It’s never the same twice. 

Now and then, a Dwarf will set out through the Halls, and their feet will take them to a great golden door. Light spills out around its frame, and casts strange glowing shapes upon the walls and floor. The sweet clear sound of ringing steel can be heard from inside.

Sometimes the door appears only a couple of corridors away. Sometimes it is impossible to find. Sometimes it is open. Sometimes not. 

Mahal makes himself available to his children. He has a very personal and loving relationship with all of them. Even so, the Dwarrows do not approach him without awe and trepidation. It takes a lot of guts to do as Kili does and continually pester a Vala. 

Quick Hobbit question: what do you think of the idea that Thorin Oakenshield is actually Durin VII?

I like the idea, but canon kinda nipped it in the bud seventy years ago :/

So yeah, Durin VII is descended from Gror’s branch of the line of Durin. 

also i sorta prefer the idea that Thorin wasn’t some legendary reincarnation. I like that he was Thorin, and that he was able to achieve greatness without that awesome name attached to him. 

I gave myself a sad. Dain doesn’t like wearing the raven crown. He’s never seen it as *his* crown, it’s always been meant for Thorin and Dain doesn’t feel right wearing it.

I agree. And that is super-sad. 

And AUGH.

I headcanon this (as anyone who has read Sansukh) even further. I think that Dain hated the damn thing. It would have been a shackle on his brow, a symbol of the duty he had to carry because there is nobody else left. The rest of his family? Is dead.

All my Dain wants is to go back home. To his proud, fierce, glorious Iron Hills, rugged and stark and beautiful. And he never can.

He must stay in this cold, lonely Mountain, surrounded by intrigue and politics. He must shoulder the load – again. He must fulfil his duty – because, long ago, when Dain was young and wounded and full of pain, Thorin carried the responsibility and the burden. And so Dain feels honour-bound to do the same –  for his family, for Thorin, to realise Thorin’s dreams now that he himself cannot.