Imagine Thorin being the Very Best Bro he can be, which is a pretty good brother indeed. He watches out for Frerin, and does his best to make his brother feel needed. He supports Dis whenever he can.

He does that already, so I don’t have to imagine very hard. ❤ Looks after Frerin, never ever makes him feel small or unimportant. Tries to protect him from things that would hurt him. Watches over Dis, does everything he can to ease her grief – up to and including speaking to a Dwarf he barely knows (Gimli) to bring her comfort. 

He’s a very very good big Bro!

It’s the Return of the Bride of the Monster of the Night of the HEADCANONPALOOZA!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

(this is what happens when I am too busy to get to tumblr for a few days, whoops – sorry sorry anons!!!)

BOFUR WOULD HAVE THE BEST GRANDUNCLE JOKES. 

*battle flashbacks at the mention of Frozen* oh god, babysitting scars, I bear them… 

Balinith toddling over to the shelf and declaring “BU!’ and choosing one and bringing it back to his parent to read it to him, until there is a pile fifteen books high beside Dwalin or Orla… aaand probably chucking a wobbly when it’s bedtime, because ‘NO NO NO MORE BU!’ 

(this is actually what the Dwarfling is doing RIGHT NOW. Her favourite is ‘Where is the Green Sheep’ by Mem Fox!!)

And hells YES – Gloin would be full of AMAZING advice (mostly the kind that sounds complicated, but in essence always boils down to ‘teach ‘em to be good Dwarves, and then trust ‘em to be good Dwarves’.)

so I’m pretty sure the data of Dis’s birth is cannon — is the date of her death also cannon? (if so, I can’t recall it, so I thought you might know.) and a general question about your writing process (which is amazing btw), is how you go about dealing with inconsistency or giant holes in cannon?

Hey Nonnie!

Yeah, the year of Dis’ birth is canon… but get this: there’s no date of death. Check the Line of Durin family tree (I cropped it a bit, to show the last four generations)!

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SHE DIES IN YEAR ? OF THE ? AGE

Ooooh, boy. Well, there’s inconsistencies aaaaall the way through canon, oddly. To be fair, in a work of this magnitude, it’s nearly impossible for there not to be some clashes here and there. There’s Tolkien-changed-his-mind inconsistencies, Christopher-Tolkien-Has-Opinions inconsistencies, movies-vs-books inconsistencies, Silm-vs-everything-else inconsistencies… and the list goes on.

Basically, I pick the version I like the most/fits the best – or if there’s no information readily available, I make it up 🙂

On a prompt site (won’t mention which one, but it should be pretty obvious) and looking for Dain prompts, thinking that a drabble will get me out of my writing slump and back to my WIP. Instead, I find a post about Dain stealing another dwarf’s spouse because he’s the king now and can do what he wants. Do you have any nice Dain thoughts (not prompts, just cute/happy thoughts about him)?

Yikes.

This is the way I cope, dear Nonnie: I tell myself that this particular character is not Dain. That’s some nasty OC with Dain’s name. Dain is nothing like that. 

Here’s some nice Dain ideas I am just rattling off:

– Dain loves to walk up behind Thira and hold her gently by the hips, resting his chin on the soft, smooth dark skin of her neck. Nothing salacious or pressuring about it. Just loves to hold her that way, smelling her and being near her warmth.

– Dain has raised every single pig in his sty, and names every single one. EVERY ONE. Even the ones that only live for a day. (and you’d better believe he weeps for them).

– Thorin Stonehelm used to clamber atop his father’s shoulders and tug on his hair as though riding a battle-ram. Dain ended up with slight bald patches over his temples. He filled them in with tattoos, and stared down any Dwarf who dared suggest that the loss was unfortunate. What on Mahal’s good earth was more important than the happiness and laughter of his son??

– Before Erebor fell, it wasn’t uncommon for Dwarflings to toboggan down the gentler foothills of the Mountain. On Dain’s one and only visit before the dragon came (he was a BABY when Smaug invaded), Dis and Thorin bundled the tiny thing onto a sled (Frerin thought it was a bad idea) and gave it a gentle push, intending to guide it along. It soon gained too much momentum, and sped out of their reach, zooming over the flat. When the three finally caught up with their miniscule cousin, he was laughing so uproariously that he was nearly blue, unable to catch his breath. 

– Dain plays fiddle. He’s rather good.

– Not many have seen the mourning marks that Dain bears. He doesn’t wear his as publically as Dis does. He prefers to keep his public decoration less personal.

They spiral over his chest in concentric circles, one after the next.

(There are a lot.)

– Children are always clamouring to hear Dain read their story-books. He reads aloud the bestest of everybody ever. He does the voices and acts out the stories and sings silly little songs, and they are simply amazing. He even captures the adults when he reads, and there’s laughter and joining-in with the songs, and clapping along, and gasping when the children do. All the early childhood teachers agree that he’d make a fortune… well, if the whole Kinging thing doesn’t work out in the long term. 

Frerinith tries so hard to cheer Dis up when she’s down. The hugs and cuddles and sloppy kisses are always nice. His tried-and-true last resort method is to take out his half-eaten piece of honey candy and shove it in Dis’ mouth. Sometimes he misses, and it ends up stuck to her face, beard, clothes or hair.

AWWW – good boy, Frerinith, you keep giving AunDish those lovely cuddles. 

(”His aim’s getting better,” Dis comments one day, the lolly stuck in her moustache.)

At some point after Vili dies, Thorin finds a perfumer who sells the cheap (but nice) lemongrass pomade that Vili used. He buys a bunch and secretes it in Dis’ room.Dis finds it and 100% cries. She puts some on her pillow so it smells a little of Vili. Thorin makes sure she never runs out. Post-Botfa, the various Durin cousins continue this tradition. Gimli is responsible for sneaking the bottle into her rooms.

Oh jeez, and scent is such a superhighway to memories, and nnngh

ooohhhh I love it, it’s perfect – augh and also thank you Nonnie!