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Frerinith has a sleepover with Dori and Dori is doing his morning routine and Frerinith is all “me too!” and so Frerinith goes about his day with a baby approximation of Dori-hair and Dori-makeup. He looks fabulous. (This happens often enough that Dori commissions Frerinith a set of clothes that are toddler-versions of his favorites so they can be totally matchy-matchy. It’s adorable, the dapper old fellow and the little kid, Frerinith following Dori around and trying to help.)

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Dori and mini-Dori. 

*clutches heart and keels over*

So Dis has lots of bad days on the many birthdays and death-days of her many relatives. Does she prefer to be alone on these times, or do her family and friends come in to distract her? (Dain totally would come and tell stories with her – with beer). Dwalin and Balin might come and sit with her for a while, enjoying some pipes.

Oh yes, Nonnie, she would have company. Though Dis often believes herself to be alone, she is by no means forgotten. 

Dori is always an unobtrusive presence, pouring tea and shifting the plate of biscuits closer to her hand. He knows, far better than most, how she feels. 

(She does something similar for him, on certain days.)

Dwalin plies her with far too much to drink, and they laugh and complain long into the night. He ends up snoring on her hearth, and she falls asleep in her grandmother’s armchair, and they both have terrible heads in the morning… but it’s worth it.

Dain brings beer and stories, definitely. He hums quietly under his breath, to make the place less empty. He’s quieter than usual, on those days… but now and then he brings something new, discovered in the moldering archives or in the tunnels. A letter written by her father. Her mother’s harp (desperately needing re-stringing). Her grandfather’s favourite worry-stone, the runes nearly worn smooth. The record of Frerin’s birth, and the list of songs and ceremonies that greeted his presentation.

That always hurts. But it’s a welcome hurt, and a dear one. She will cry when he brings her these things… but then he often does too, and that’s why. That’s why.

Balin doesn’t need to say a damn word. Balin can just look at her with those old, knowing eyes, and she can feel it sizzle in the air between them.

Mizim and Gloin invite her to their rooms, full of arguing and fondness and love. There, Dis will knead dough for the next day’s bread and bicker with Gloin, as Mizim fires off the occasional random snarky comment, and Gimli and Gimris squabble like Dwarflings of twenty. Then when the meal is ready, Gloin will clear his throat and raise a toast to the departed, and Dis will not answer, only hold her glass high. 

Later, Gimli will rest his head upon her knee, and she will comb out his hair with slow, soft motions. Her fingers linger in that mass of blood red, soft and thick, as coarse as Fili’s ever was. Not Kili’s, though. Kili’s was smoother. 

(She knows he doesn’t care to have his hair fussed with. She knows that not even his mother is permitted this.)

Balinith really likes visiting Dori because Dori has all sorts of neat books around – they were Ori’s and Dori can’t bear to part with them. But he doesn’t mind little dwarflings reading them. Also. Dori lets Balin fiddle with yarn ends, which he likes.

YES, PERFECT. 

Curious, clever, intent little Balinith is exactly the right person to entrust Ori’s old books to, to Dori’s mind. Gimizh would rip them to shreds, Wee Thorin barely cares, and Frerinith just chews on them. 

(I bet he has yarn bookmarks for this purpose!)

Dori probably has so much pretty jewelry in Erebor. Because he can finally afford it. He especially tries to buy from people who are poorer/less well-known (but still do really good work) because he knows what it’s like to be in that position, and him buying stuff means a likely bump in sales. Dori probably has a lot of amethyst, opal, and moonstone stuff. And rose gold. So many trends set. Dori looks A+ fab.

Oh wow, he really would look amaaaaaaaazing. Jawdroppingly so. Just so gorgeous. 

And he absolutely would look for pieces from up-and-coming jewellers and goldsmiths. Dori is still mothering that Whole Danged Mountain, after all!

Dori makes the cutest little soft dolls for babies and tiny kids. Some are rag dolls and some are knitted, and they’re all adorable. He has some generic patterns but will often make the doll up to resemble a kid’s family member. So, for example, baby Balin had a Balin Fundinul rag doll. (There might be plans for a Bombur one for Thorin 3/Bonfris kid in Dori’s office. Dori has made several of these since Bombur has several grandkids)

Ohhhhhhh :’) What a lovely notion, Nonnie. 

Angst! Toddler Ori who thinks that Ori is his dad. So awkward. And a little adorable.

“No, Dori.”

“Daddy!”

“DOR. RI.”

“Daddy!”

“No, sweet one, watching? Are you watching? Look here, look at me now: Dor. Reee. Dori.”

“mmaaaabaaaaa Daddy, herro! Herro Daddy!”

“You’re going to have to live with it for a while, he’s just too little to understand,” said Nori, grinning from the doorway. Dori glared up at him, little toddler arms hanging around his neck.

“Dadddyyyyyyy,” said Ori happily, and he planted a sticky kiss on Dori’s bearded cheek. 

Dori sighed and resigned himself to it. He supposed it wasn’t so bad.