Tag: dwalin

it feels like time for another HEADCANONPALOOZA!

(sorry so sorry, I would love to answer these individually but they’ve piled up on me again, and I am currently devoting my miniscule free time to writing. Oh what a joy it is to be back at work, with two people’s workloads…)

These are freaking adorable! (I like all these new piggies, but Petal is still prettiest piggy. tbh I don’t think Dain even asks people if they want one any more. Too many refusals. They just materialise. Inexplicable pigs!) THAT THRAIN ONE W THE GOATS. And warm snuggly Gloin is mmmmm yes yes okay, lucky girl Mizim. You hug that warm soft furry Dwarf. YES YES TO FRERINITH WITH PAINTED NAILS. yESSSS. Custard, you – you cat you!!! and awwww, Mirkwood elves are putty before the power of the tiny Dwarf child 🙂

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12,

Frerinith is really the only not salty-natured person in his family. He’s a little sugar donut in a box of salted nuts.

AWWW c’mon Nonnie! they’re all a mix of both sweet and salt! Frerinith is a bossypants and can throw epic tantrums when he doesn’t get his way, after all (yellooooo, toddlers). Wee Thorin is the softest soft on the inside, behind all the sighs and eyerolls. Balinith is a sensitive little soul, and sees bloody near everything. he’s the first to notice when someone is low. Orla is the warmest-hearted woman, god, is she ever. That cool, stern exterior is just that: exterior. And Dwalin… well. 

Frerinith is the most outwardly sunny, certainly! Happy chirpy lil thing.

Angsty bit … After Azanulbizar, Thrain and Groin have six kids to mind between them. Trying to keep them all fed and clothed is a challenge, especially while remembering all the dead folks.

oh fuck of course they would, oh my god OF COURSE

Thorin, Balin, Dwalin, Oin, Gloin and Dis

owwwwwwww

now I need the Angsty Ongoing Adventures of Thrain and Groin, both of whom are mourning the loss of family and spouse and damn-near EVERYONE, even as they try to care for six of the most stubborn, traumatised, determined and badass teens & kids everrrr

(Groin would shoot off his mouth when worried, as though arguing with Fundin like he always does… and Thrain ofc cannot respond the way his brother did. It falls flat, they both fall silent… 

Groin saying ‘Haban’ thoughtlessly, without thinking, and

Thrain freezes in place, Groin’s throat trying to choke the next words, after … 

Thrain sighing over the kids as they discuss what to do about them, this time, Dwalin’s so young, he’s so angry, and wee Gloin doesn’t quite understand, and he absently says, ‘I’ll see what Da thinks…’ or perhaps ‘Thorin, Frerin and Dis…’ before he remembers that it isn’t anymore, there’s no Da, it’s not Thorin-Frerin-and-Dis… 

and oh GOD the silence. The awful silence that follows.)

So it’s Dwalin and Orla’s wedding anniversary, and the Dwalinuls make a cake for the (small) party, supervised by Dori. It’s a kind of ugly cake – the pan was put in weirdly, so the cake is lopsided. The icing job is atrocious; Wee Thorin tried spelling out ‘happy anniversary’ but ran out of room. Fortunately, it tastes pretty good. And Bombur made other food, which looked and taste d great,

PFFFT

but I bet it tasted lovely!!!