Tag: dwarflings

Baby Freninith is the cuddliest toddler to ever cuddle. No one is safe from his demands of “up!.” He is notorious for sitting in the laps of people who are chairing meetings and just chilling, sucking his thumb or a toy, refusing to get off. Dwalin absent-mindlessly cuddles his youngest whenever this happens. Orla mostly ignores it, except for making sure Frerinith doesn’t fall or hurt himself. Dain judiciously uses the kid as a prop to discomfit people in Council or at Court he doesn’t like.

AWWWWWW!

I can imagine Orla, face impassive as always, giving a blistering dressing-down to some insubordinate soldiers while Frerin chews happily on a braid, tucked in the crook of her arm. 

Dain would probably pretend to ‘consult’ the little one in his lap. “Now, what d’you think? Think it’s the same proposal as last year? Aye, me too. Think we should send the silly trade deputation packing? All right, you’re the boss. You heard him, lads. Out you get – an’ get more creative next time!”

CUDDLEBUNNY FRERINITH. 

Baby Frerin’s cheerfulness must be a giant kick in the guts to Dis though – she probably doesn’t remember her middle brother very well, but she does remember that he was always happy and laughing, and wanted other people to be happy to. And baby Frerin is like that too.

Absolutely. She remembers warm impish smiles, golden hair, and a loud laugh. She remembers a brother who sat with her and cheered her when she was cross or upset. She remembers… not much more than that. She was only 39 when he died.

Gimli started something when he drew Dis out of her mourning. Every child of the extended Durin line (and quite a few who aren’t) now call her ‘Aunt Dis’, just as he does. Even the adults sometimes refer to her as ‘Aunt Dis’ now and then, as in “go and ask your Aunt Dis.”

Frerinith likes to play with her measuring-weights, and will sit for ages just placing them on and off the scales, watching them bob. He also calls her ‘Aundish’ – because he doesn’t quite have his tongue-placement right yet.

She does love being Aunt to all these healthy, merry children. It’s one of her few sources of true joy.

Still, it never fails to remind her that nobody will ever call her ‘amad’ again.

I don’t know if you’ve answered this before, but what was the reaction of Dis/Thorin/ Frerin to Dwalin naming his youngest son Frerin

Well, I’ve done a bit of this answer? Definitely Thorin’s and Frerin’s reactions to their namesakes, anyway.

Thorin’s response to the naming of Dwalin’s last child was utter gratitude. He immediately dragged his brother close and held him as Frerin reeled with the knowledge that he was not forgotten. 

(Then Thorin had to endure three straight days of Frerin crowing about it.) 

Dis’ reactions to all three, though…

Dis’ reaction to Wee Thorin’s name was to stare at Dwalin as though skewering him through with daggers made entirely of her will. Then she said, “another one.”

Dwalin had the good grace to look sheepish. 

When Balinith came along, Dis only clenched her jaw and sighed.

When Frerinith came along, and Dwalin told her the name Orla had chosen (hesitantly, his massive hands wringing the edge of his tunic), Dis had to stand and leave the room very quickly. 

She’d nearly forgotten what it was to cry with happiness. 

ursubs:

so i recently fell in love with the fanfic Sansûkh by determamfidd and i absolutely adore gimizh. 

what happened to his tooth? uh. *shrugs*

*falls off chair* THAT’S HIM THAT’S HIM

THAT’S HIS HAIR AND EVERYTHING

I love him! I love him SO MUCH, ahhh, that’s exactly as I imagined him!!! Freckles and snubnose and cheeky grin (I LOVE THAT GAPTOOTH OH my GOD) and his haaaaair!!!

you are AMAZING ! I am totally in awe! THANK YOU THANK YOU FOREVER!