Sad thought of the day: little kids accidentally calling Dis Amad. Especially little cute ones like Frerin who do it when coming up from a nap.

AAAAARGH NO. NO. NO.

NO.

A sudden, sharp stab – it had faded to a dull sort of pain, but with one innocent word it is torn open and begins to bleed afresh.

“Oh, s’you, Aun’ Dish,” Frerinith yawns, and then he rolls over and holds out his arms to her to be lifted out of his cot. “C’n I have biscuits for aft’noon snack?”

She swallows it down and hugs his solid, warm little body close. “Yes, of course

Azaghîth.”

It will fade again. It always does.

Azaghîth – Little warrior

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“Grief”- Dis

My family for a mountain

One of my entries for the HobbitCon 4 Fanbook Project

Little Gimizh having a “God of Cake” moment about cookies. Probably at Dis’ birthday party. It’s adorable. Wee Thorin tried to contain him but had to give up because there’s only so much that can be done about tiny sugar-fuelled dwarflings.

OMFG though – the ‘God of Cake’ isn’t exactly adorable (though it is hysterical!!!) and I can totally see Gimizh having a sugar-induced feeding frenzy complete with being sick and tantrums and howling… all the while secure in the knowledge that HE WON. THE. COOKIES. Take that!

Frerin is 9 years older than Dis…. he probably mashed her name up and called her Dish for a few years. (He called her dish to tease her for years afterward.)

OKAY BUT THIS IS REAL THOUGH (and strikes really close to home for me, aaaaaaargh)

I WAS AWAY FOR TWO DAYS. TWO DAYS.

Announcing headcanonpalooza Part NINE omfg – if you need a smile or a pick-me-up, I urge you to go read through the rest, bc they are ALL. THIS. CUTE 🙂

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Dis headcanon: Dis tried to keep busy while Thorin, Fili, and Kili were away on the quest, so she decided to make something for each of them. For Thorin, she added jewels to a dagger he’d made, runes for protection and a long life. For Kili, she had someone make a beautiful case for his art supplies and bought a few new ones, replacing ones that needed it. For Fili, she made him a few new beads for his braids (he was so proud of his mustache braids). She couldn’t look at them after the battle.

*whimpers very quietly* aaargh.

I had a sad HC and wanted to share the misery. Vili watching from the Halls, watching Dis, of course, but watching his boys growing. Starting to cheer Fili on when the he first starts his lessons, before realizing that his son will not hear him. Beginning to encourage Kili and give suggestions to Dis when she moves him from nursing to mushy food, only to realize…he’ll never be able to do that. Most of his memories of his sons (pre-battle) come from watching them and knowing they won’t remember

THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR

Oooh, ANOTHER Headcanonpalooza! That makes this one Part 8!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,

(seriously, if you need a smile, read through these. They’re all SO. DAMN. CUTE.)

FAT BABY FRERIN IS GODDAMN REAL AND TRUE. and aaargh, little scowly Fili with the important little stare, that outraged toddler stare is the absolute best.

Awww, and I really feel Dori’s pain here *looks sadly at where orange crayon has yet again been applied on the walls and couch and doors*

AARGH – these all turned up in the LAST DAY, and you know what that means? *puts detective hat on. dons monocle* I POSIT THAT @kailthia IS AT IT AGAIN, DISTRIBUTING CUTE HEADCANONS WITH RECKLESS ABANDON, EXHIBITING A TRULY OUTRAGEOUS GENEROSITY AND KINDNESS

so, this is now headcanonpalooza part 7! We all need some sweetness and shmoop to start our new year ❤

(Thank you, K! *snuggles*)

The first 6 installments are here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 (I thoroughly recommend reading through them, they never fail to bring a smile!)

Dis has found a bunch f her family’s pipes in Erebor and uses them regularly. But she uses one of Folgar’s the most, because it reminds her of her cuddly smoky chatty grandpa.

*wibbles* SCUSE ME I HAVE A BIT OF SENTIMENT IN MY EYE.

Dis, hard and grey-haired and cold, but still using her dear little chubba white-bearded grandpa’s pipe. All that endless loving chatter filling her ears once more, and the hazy memory of his crinkling, round-cheeked, beaming smile lingering in the air, like the smoke – help.