Tag: dwarflings

All the Durin kids getting together and practicing their glowers. Wee Thorin usually wins. Frerinith is usually too giggly.

Wee Thorin would DEFINITELY win. His scowl is a thing of epic grandeur. Grown Dwarves have been known to take a step back from it.

Balinith is an expert at the flat, level, unimpressed, ‘I am going to ignore the drivel pouring from your mouth’ stare.

Frerinith would certainly try, but would absolutely end up giggling. When Frerinith gets mad he gets all pouty and red-faced and crumply. He is a master of the “massive-indrawn-breath… HOLLER WITH INDIGNATION” art-form.

Gimizh can scowl. It’s not bad. But it’s nowhere near on the level of his friend. The thing to watch out for with Gimizh is sad puppy eyes. They are devastating (and he knows it, the lil shit hahaha). 

Dwalin’s kids seem to be appropriately named, even if they were named in honor of his friends and family. Wee Thorin and his Thorin II worthy scowls, Frerinith is cheerful like Frerin himself is, and Balinith has Balin’s focus on a project, admittedly amplified. I’m not saying that they’re carbon copies, but it’s kind of neat that they each have traits similar to their namesake.

They do! I love that you like that about them! Yes, I deliberately injected a couple of similarities. 😉

Though Wee Thorin is the exasperated, put-upon, voice-of-reason friend (I think if he were on tumblr his most-used tag would be ‘GIMIZH NO’ – and Gimizh would answer gleefully ‘GIMIZH YES’), he does have a very mighty scowl!

Balinith is nowhere near as silver-tongued or diplomatic or even as gregarious as his namesake…. but he is very very good at getting to the bottom of things. 

And Frerinith is a bubbly, sunny little fellow, yes – but he is also a bossy little boots and very imperious. He loves to get his own way!

Happy headcanon: Dwalin totally writes back and forth with Bilbo, has done so for years. He lets his kids put in a bit of stuff as well. Frerin scribbles, maybe puts an “F,” Balinith goes on about his newest project (currently growing beans), and Wee Thorin talked about his pie heist for half a page.

I like to think that Dori, Dwalin, Gloin and Bofur & Bombur write to Bilbo on the regular 🙂

(Bombur and Bofur write theirs together!)

Bilbo would giggle at Dwalin’s letters, particularly at Wee Thorin’s descriptions. He knows a young Took who would get on with this Gimizh like a house on fire. Screaming, smoke, people running away – that sort of thing. 

(He’d absolutely write back with a few pointers for Balinith, possibly after a little chat with Hamfast.)

Imagine Thorin Stonehelm bequeathing his Thorin 2 toy to Wee Thorin.

(imagine Dwalin stopping one day, his eyes widening.

“What’s that you’ve got there, lad?”

Wee Thorin holds it up. It’s very worn: one of the wooden carved braids has broken off, and there is chipped paint everywhere. Though there is evidence that a little boy, long ago, tried painstakingly to mend the damage. The blue coat has been meticulously detailed, with only one or two childish slips of the brush. 

The face is stern and proud.

“The King gave it to me,” says his son, his own Thorin, and Dwalin has to pick up the doll in trembling hands.

“That was… kind of him,” he says, and his voice sounds a bit thick. He smiles at the doll, and then he hands it back to his eldest boy and ruffles his shock of hair. 

“Well, he said that I was gonna need him more,” Wee Thorin says seriously, and he straightens the tiny wooden painted boots. “Cos he can’t go on any more adventures now.”

Dwalin hesitates, and then he has to nod slowly. “Aye, well. This one is a good one to follow into an adventure, lad. Just don’t expect him to know the way.”)

I was wondering what would happen if Frerinith ever met Laepheon? Would Laepheron be like “PRECIOUS BBY CAN I TAKE HIM HOME??” Or would he be more like “OH NO ITS AN INFANT WHAT DO???”

Hahahaha, I answered an ask about our favourite Elven introvert + babies over here. 

Meeting Frerinith specifically, though. Hmm. I think Laerophen would be dumbstruck and awed by every move the tiny (so tiny!!) little one makes, his every word and breath. Look at how perfect those small hands are! How remarkable, each tiny eyelash, those wide and trusting eyes! Is there anything as musical as a child’s laughter? A whole new person, a light only beginning… and oh, he’s… he’s skinned his knee, um. What to do, what to – I know, I shall mop it with my sleeve. 

My sleeve is not sufficient. 

He cries now. Perhaps I should pick him up and comfort him, I have seen others do so… ah, he leaks. That is unpleasant. And is he… chewing upon my hair?

Oh. He leaks from several places. 

I think I should perhaps put him down. And find his parents.