Tag: dis

Gimizh probably gets a bunch of odd jobs and deliveries and stuff? He’ll get payments in stories and candies and new learning. And if he has his friends with him, they do stuff as well (except for Frerinith, who often hangs out with the adults doing cuddles). This way Gimizh knows a lot of people all over and has a really good mental map of the Mountain. He especially likes following Dis and Gloin and Dori around.

YESSSS ❤

But. With Yours Faithfully. After the siege of Erebor, Thira finds them. She and dís read them, laugh, cry. And I just huddle into a corner and sit there bc DWARVES AND DETS YOU GIVE ME EMOTIONS

oh jeez.

*clutches heart*

Dis and Thira, reading all those letters together. They would be stony-faced, and quiet, and handle the crackling and yellowed paper, brittle and crumbling with age, so so carefully. 

Thira would swallow a laugh at the sight of her husband’s babyish writing (his hand never got much tidier, it remained the same scrawl his whole life long) and the silly pictures they drew in the margins for each other. Dis’ eyes would soften when she finally came across the letters regarding her marriage, how Thorin worried and ranted on her behalf where she could not see it, and how the pair of them tried so hard to make things right for her. Then the letters about the children, and Thira realising how scared Dain was to be a dad. The anniversaries, and Dis discovering that Azanulbizar had never really stopped haunting either of them. 

Yeeeeeouch. YOU GAVE ME EMOTIONS IN RETURN, NONNIE. 

New chapter made me so happy :D Also prompted me to reread Yours, Faithfully and: how many tear-stained, crumpled, smoothed, and quietly saved letters do you think Dain wrote to Thorin in Erebor? How many do you think Thorin wrote back?

(Ahhhh! Thank you for reading it! I am so so proud of Yours Faithfully, tbh. I think it is the best thing I have written all year, it feels like I got what I was aiming for, with that fic. Not a feeling that always occurs!)

TOO DAMN MANY. 

(aaaaand now I am imagining that Dis would have found the letters from their childhood in Thorin’s old rooms, after Erebor was reclaimed. Sitting down and reading over Dain’s childishly large, uneven scrawl, Thorin’s rather more formal handwriting, drilled into him by his tutors… a frozen moment in time of two children who both had to give up their childhoods far too soon.

and of course she would be thinking of two other lost children, in such a rush to grow up, to make others proud of them, to be worthy of the tales they had been raised on

Yeeeeeeeouch.)

Happy (extremely late) birthday, Mama!

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For grimminsanity ❤ (Sorry it’s so late!)

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Dís awoke to a bust of hushed giggles and a foreboding thump, and it took her a moment to recall the occasion.

“Hush, Kee, you’ll wake her up!”

“I thought that was the point- Fee!”

Her bed dipped and she suppressed an amused smile, keeping her eyes firmly shut.

“C’mon, Kee, get up before she wakes up!”

Another muffled thump and a sudden pressure as the form of her youngest son landed heavily on her shins.

“Mum! Mama, wake up, it’s your name-day!” Kíli chanted, bouncing slightly. His brother laughed.

“She’s awake, Kee, no need to give her bruises on top of it. Morning, Mum.”

She sat up and smiled at her boys, laying a gentle kiss on both of their foreheads and laying a calming hand on Kíli’s head.

“Calm yourself, love, or you’ll vibrate right off the bed.”

“We made breakfast!” Fíli announced, grinning, as his brother subsided.

Dís gave a theatrical gasp.

“Oh no, we still have a kitchen, right?”

Kíli pulled a face. “Mu~um, Fee’s a good cook!”

She grinned at him, ruffling his hair.

“I know. I was worried about the ‘we’ part of the sentence.”

Kíli scowled and ducked out from under her hand, straightening his wild curls haughtily.

“Well, if that’s the way you want to be”

She laughed and caught both of them about the waist, wrestling them to the bed as they shrieked with laughter.

–

Thorin and Dwalin lay before the fire, attempting to entertain a very unimpressed Gimli as Glóin and her sons roared with laughter nearby. Behind her, Balin and Óin were carrying on a quiet conversation next to the kitchen, where a heavily pregnant Mizim was doing incomprehensible things to a large platter of cake containing a baffling mishmash of blackberries, blueberries, and raspberries.

“All right, move it, you old farts, lady with a baby coming through.” Mizim called, pushing past Balin and Óin to plop a slice of cake in Dís’ lap. A chorus of protests arose and Mizim glowered her family into submission.

“Is it your name-day? No? Then be quiet and let Dís eat her cake.”

“But Mum always takes forever,” Kíli whined, flopping onto his back into his brother’s lap.

“I do it deliberately, just to torture you,” Dís informed him seriously.

He released a noise like a dying animal as Fíli laughed at him and tangled his fingers in his hair.

The fire was roaring, her family was laughing, and a smiling Dís sat back in her cushioned throne to savor her cake and survey her kingdom.

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The lady Dis from chapter 34 of Sansûkh by determamfidd

So I read this entire freaking amazing fic in about two days and HAD to do art for it. If ya’ll haven’t read it already, go read it!

Oh my goodness what an amazing gift to return to after my holiday!! THANK YOU SO MUCH! She is stunning, that armour (GAH THE LEG AHHH) and the dress and her faaaace (YES, OLD AND COLD AND ACHING DIS, YESSSSS, GRIEVING ANEW EVEN AS SHE FIGHTS *cries for roughly 900 years about Dis*) her hair and beard! THAT SWORD *grabby hands* INCREDIBLE you have such amazing skill! I am floored and amazed and so touched and SO GRATEFUL, thank you thank you thank you!!!

Dis and Vili cutesy moment feat. Sleeping baby Fili.

The cry woke them at around two hours past midnight.

“I’m not getting up again,” Dis mumbled into her pillow. “I’m not. You get him.”

Vili yawned, every single one of his molars showing. Then he slipped from their bed and padded to the bassinet, scratching at his bare stomach.

Cross blue eyes greeted him. 

“Now then, inudoy, my wee lion,” he said gently, and lifted his son out of his blankets. They had been half-kicked off anyway: Fili seemed to object to having his limbs bound against his little body by his shawls. “What’s this about, then?”

A quick sniff gave him his answer. “Ah.”

Fili loved to wriggle on his changing mat, and it was like trying to wrestle an eel when his legs really got going. Vili managed to get him sorted, and then patted him on his newly-changed bottom. “There, that’s got to be more comfortable, eh?”

Fili gnawed on a foot, and peered up at Vili. He blinked tiredly. “Still sleepy, eh? Well, it wasn’t my idea to get us all up at this hour, you’ve nobody else to blame.” Vili picked up the boy and laid him over his shoulder. Fili’s head, soft as down, nestled against his cheek. “Come on, my brave lad.”

Dis was dozing when he made it back to the bed, the baby still cradled against him. She roused a little when the bed dipped as he sat, and her eye cracked open. “He need feeding back down again?” she managed, her words slurring.

“Aye. I’ll put him back in his bassinet after: you stay where you are.”

Dis didn’t answer, but simply rolled over and took the baby from him and opened her gown. 

Vili sat, watching for a moment, as his wife fed their child. They were the picture of peace: the little baby, and the half-asleep Dwarrowdam, and the still, nearly timeless quality of the small hours of the night.

Finally the baby’s rhythmic jaw motions stopped, and he unlatched himself and lolled back onto the bed. Vili scooped him up and held him against his heartbeat. The sound would finish the job of lulling him back to sleep.

“Th’k you, sweetheart,” Dis mumbled, already mostly asleep.

He kissed her head. “No need.”

Fili was too drowsy to protest being laid back in his cot and re-wrapped in his shawls. With one tiny pink-mouthed yawn, his head fell to one side and he was asleep again.

“That’s all that was needed, wasn’t it,” Vili whispered, and dared to reach out and stroke that impossibly soft, velvety cheek. Fili didn’t stir.

After one last look (would he ever be able to gaze his fill? Vili didn’t think so), Vili crept back to bed.