so…I may have spent the morning depressed and unable to get out of bed, and generally sobbing over the American political system. the obvious solution is to reread some of my fave fics, (not Yours, Faithfully this time) and come up with fun headcanons. Bc I adore your fic, I’ve got a few I’d like to share: Thranduil made the mistake of asking Gimizh about his uncle. He thoroughly regrets that mistake. He eventually bribes Gimizh to stop talking by feeding him sweets. Gimris is livid.

*hugs you very, very, VERY tightly*

also: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHOOPS, bad move Thranduil! He would completely regret that mistake! AHH HOW DO I MAKE HIM STOP TALKING ABOUT HIS UNCLE GIMLI, OH ELBERETH HELP ME IT NEVER ENDS…

lmao Gimris adds it to the (ever-lengthening) list of things to smack Gimli for, when he finally gets his arse home.

that lullaby is so beautiful

Imagine that someone who loves you dearly is stroking your hair back from your forehead as you hear it. Slowly, gently. Your head feels heavy. Your hair whispers beneath a warm, dry palm.

That’s one of the enduring images of that song, for me: my mother stroking my hair. It’s a touchstone of peace when things get terrible.

I hope it helps you too.

Bless you, dear, for being here and supportive when we need you the most. You’re making a sucky time easier to bear. <3

*hugs tightly*

You’re amazing. You’re so loved and loving, so strong and wonderful. This is scary, true. You’re not alone. I’m on your side.

is there any way you could make your lovely lullaby downloadable? it’s so pretty and you’re so amazing at music!

Ahh, thank you SO much! Here it is on Google Drive for you to download.

Gimizh actually did manage to steal some of Dain’s clothes once. There was a holiday party in which both Gimizh and his parents and Dain and his family slept over at Dwalin’s family’s apartment (as well as some other friends/family). Gimizh woke up super-early and went on a clothes-purloining streak, which included Dain’s shirt. And Gloin’s jacket, and Wee Thorin’s pants. None of which matched, at all.

Hey! American anon here. I just had one of the worst nights of my life – you can probably guess why – and I wanted to thank you for writing Sansûkh. Maybe that sounds silly, but when the real world seems so senseless, it helps to have a story about kindness and family and fixing things. So, yeah. It’s really early here so maybe this isn’t the most coherent message, but thank you for writing something meaningful. :)

Hi Nonnie. *tight, tight hug* God, I am so sorry, seriously I am. I have a spare room and we have koalas and nice beaches, you are more than welcome.

I’m glad it helped. Glad I could do anything to help. Stay safe, stay strong, stay kind, hold together, and stay wonderful. We’re all fixing things now.

Hi! Will there be more Sansukh soon? I don’t mean to sound demanding but after tonight in America a new chapter is about all I have to live for.

Hey Nonnie. Yep, more soon. Chapter WIP wordcount hovering at 4K. But I wanna say a thing, and I am super sorry if I come off as preachy or dumb, but –

There is more in this life, and in this world, to live for. Believe me. I’m still here. A good many of my friends are still here. You are worth living for. The community you dream of and deserve is worth living for. The world you wish to create and to live in is WORTH LIVING FOR. The future is not immutable, not even the near future: you can be a part of building it and changing it, even in the face of such hideous opposition. You – your wonder and passion and care and love and RAGE – are needed. YOU CAN FIGHT.

I know it is terrifying. I know it is horrible. I know. I’ve lived through these, and I know. I have been staring in shocked silence for a good hour. Now, I am honestly wondering how to fly you all over here and if I have enough space (let alone blankets and sheets) to cater to every fucking last one of you.

You can FIGHT. I’ve seen some posts already, with amazing and impactful suggestions for people to try to make a difference against what has happened: both on a grass-roots and national level. FIGHT. It’s not the end. It is NEVER the end until the last person gives up.

Hi! Sorry if this is a stupid question, but I sent an ask about Midwinter a week or two ago, and I wanted to know if you got it? My internet it really iffy sometimes, I’ve had to resend asks to other people before because of it, so I wanted to know if it was because of my internet or if you were just really busy and hadn’t gotten to it (which is fine!). Sorry, I just wasn’t sure and thought it was best to ask. It was about Thranduil, his sons, and dancing, if that helps?

Hey Nonnie!

I just checked through everything from the past couple of weeks, and I can’t find your ask! I searched my emails as well, and it hasn’t arrived there either. I would love to chat about the dancing ideas, if you’re interested 🙂

I’ve never listened to any of the songs of Sansûkh because i have, like, horrific second-hand embarrassment when it comes to singing being done by anyone who’s not like, “officially appointed” to do it (i.e. “amateur recordings” vs. Britney Spears or whatever). But hhghsjdghskdj that was a mistake bc i’m re-reading the fic rn and so I gave in and listened to the famed Iron Hills song at the appropriate place and godDAMN IT’S SO GOOD. I CRIED. I’M STILL CRYING. HOW DID YOU DO THAT, HOW

omg aaaaah thank you so so much!!! I am THRILLED you like it! I hope you enjoy the new song in the next chapter as much – it’s easily the most complicated and ‘professional’ one I’ve ever done.

(I am a performer, a singing teacher and a musician, that… may be part of the ‘how’ 😉 my recording and eq skills are pretty amateurish tho!)

Gimli, as Lord of the Glittering Caves, has a battle pig named Horseradish. The pig may or may not have been a gift from Thorin 3 & Bomfris. Horseradish also has an intense love for all of Eomer’s kids? Like, it’s not surprising to see a giant angry-looking pig cuddled up with two or three tiny royal smols.

AWWWWW

lmao ‘Horseradish’ – the closest Gimli ever got to riding a horse other than Arod.