
All sales all the time only at Erebor Supermarket.
oh noooooo no no no no
it’s vry stressful, that stage: when they’re mobile enough, and have enough manual dexterity to grab at stuff… and the first thing they do is go *tiny lightbulb goes ding!* I KNOW – IT MUST BE FOOD!
And so begins the litany, the prayer repeated time and time again: “What have you got there… no, what have you… all right, spit it out, spit it out darling, no, spit it… no, don’t turn your head away… open your mouth, please don’t bite Mummy’s fingers off. I know, it’s upsetting, but you can’t have that in your mouth. Now, spit it out, come on. Spit it out. Oh cra-uhm, criminy, that’s… no, open up wide and… Ugh, drool everywhere… now, come on, sweetie, please don’t… oh. Oh bugger.”
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(the ones from Thorin and Dis for the lads, though… Dis would find them after, and know that they were never meant for her. She would keep Vili’s as well, stained and rumpled from so many years of being crushed in the bottom of one of Fili’s drawers. She would have so many of these letters, all addressed to someone else.
Nobody would have expected her to outlive her children, after all.)
I actually already have Gimli writing a pile of these in Sansukh – he hands them to Gloin when they say farewell at Rivendell. One for Dis, one for the King, one for Gimris and Bofur, one for Gimizh. And one for his parents, of course.
Gloin and Dwalin definitely would have written lots of just-in-case letters because of losing their parents at Azanulbizar… in fact, I believe Gloin would probably have written a novel (he’s a very organised Dwarf, is Gloin). Dwalin’s would be softer, though… and full of all the things he doesn’t say aloud.
Welp. I really love Sansukh,and I’ve seen people do fanfiction for Determamfidd before…and I really have this wild plot bunny that won’t leave me alone. So I thought I’d go ahead and do it. =/////= I hope no one minds.
Info and story under cut.
OH
MY HEART
MY HEART KAZIIIII
this is so. so. wonderful. It’s SO FILI. SO SO SO FILI, augh, loyal baby, sweet true-hearted darling. I gasped aloud all through at this bit: “”
“Sam, honorary dwarf, lion of the shire,” Fili whispered, “I would have liked to call you friend. I would have liked to take your arm in brotherhood, and give you my shoulder so that you might weep at your own pains! I would like to smack you in the back of your head for giving up all your water and food to Frodo, and then I would like to get you drunk and tell you how proud I am!”
…because what sheer perfect Fili-ness, how beautifully phrased and characterised.
And the way it reminds him of ‘back then’…. DDDD: AARGH
Golden Heart, Lion of the Shire… oh help I need a hug. This is amazing, Kazi. AMAZING. This scenario def happened as far as I’m concerned, no question. I adore it (PLEASE WRITE AGAIN OMFG) – and thank you SO SO SO SO MUCH, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!
p much!
OOOOH very cool ideas! Heh, I wrote a music/drabble thingy about Fris making a violin for Fili: perhaps she made him a stand, too!
(double bunk beds set into the walls always and without fail make me think of Red Dwarf. It is a curse I must bear.)

So you know those awkward moments when you accidentally call your teacher “Mom” or your uncle “Dad?”
[I hope it’s alright I used this dictionary to find a Khuzdul word for “father/dad”…writing it in English just felt a little weird haha]