Fili and kili raiding the pantry feat. baby Gimli harvesting the goods and the royal cookie monster guarding the exit.
I haven’t drawn dwarves for aaaggeess but I was determined to have at least something lotr/hobbit related to sell at Tracon so I whipped this out super quickly! (as if I ever spend time on anything *snort*)
The ending gave me a lot of feelings so I went back and drew one of the happy middle parts. Featuring Dain fishing with Fili, Kili, Thorin Dainul, Gimli, and Gimris, whose ages I may have guesstimated/fudged for optimal adorableness. Also featuring a piglet and a picnic, staples of every happy occasion.
Oh my gosh. ..!!!
Kili showing little thorin Stonehelm how it’s done! Gimris on dain’s lap! COSY SNUFFLY PICNIC PIGGY AHHHH I LOVE IT THANK YOU SO MUCH
They hadn’t planned it. Oh no. It was all an accident of course. According to them, they hadn’t meant for it to happen to Dáin, but to Thorin. Even worse, and they were lucky Dáin could laugh about those things. Otherwise Thorin would’ve skinned them and used them as rags for the tavern’s floor. ——————————————————————————————–
Fíli wasn’t so sure it was a good idea, after all, Thorin had been in a foul mood for the past few days. Bur Kíli could always convince him. It was getting his biggest weakness, his little, reckless, foolish brother.
“C’mon Fíli! Now is the time to grab that bucket andhold it out for me to throw the fishheads in!” Kíli whispered excitedly. Excidetly of all things, of course. But Fíli did it anyway.
After they had collected the fishheads they sneaked towards the council room. Thorin hadn’t talked about a meeting so he was probably working in the soundproof room.
Kíli climbed up the wall (his ability to climb everything kept astouning Fíli) and place the bucket above the door, so that is would fall if the door was opened and dump it’s content on the person walking through. Which in this case would be Thorin, or so they had thought.
It was Dáin.
The two brothers stared horrified from their secret hide out and held their breaths. There had been a council.
Kíli kept muttering, “Not good, not good.” under his breath until Fíli elbowed him to spare his own nerves. They were started out of their scared trance with a snort and then a full booming laugh. Dáin was laughing! He didn’t laugh a lot, but when he did, he was really happy.
One head had been punctured by his left boartusk and was hanging from it limpley, almost sad.
Dáin appreciation!!!! I love him and i just know he once fell a prey to Fíli and Kíli’s pranks. It just happened. So now both cousins have been drenched in fish. They’re even.
AHHH THAT PAIR OF TERRORS HAHAHAHAHA
Ohgosh I can just imagine Dain giggling for ages afterwards, and then saying, ‘Thorin! Hey, cuz, remember the time we all did the same to old Fundin? I thought Frerin would be sick, he was laughing so hard!’
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit – All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thrain/Fris, Hrera/Thror, Implied: Thorin/Bilbo Characters: Thráin, Thrór, Fris, Hrera, Fíli, Kíli, Thorin, Thorin Oakenshield, Custard the Cat Additional Tags: Kitty Love, OMG CUSTARD IS JUST ADORABLE, Based on my own cat’s attitude Series: Part 1 of Sansukh Summary:
Following Frerin finding a cat smelling of custard, the Halls of Mahal have never been filled with so much kitty love. (From Sansukh)
Based on my own cat Fluffy’s adventures, and contains many, /many/ headcanons from Queen Dets herself.
OH WOW THANK YOU SO MUCH ESTEL! This is adorable! I especially love Custard sitting on Hrera’s chair, lol – oh dear!!! That is one brave kitty!
The cry woke them at around two hours past midnight.
“I’m not getting up again,” Dis mumbled into her pillow. “I’m not. You get him.”
Vili yawned, every single one of his molars showing. Then he slipped from their bed and padded to the bassinet, scratching at his bare stomach.
Cross blue eyes greeted him.
“Now then, inudoy, my wee lion,” he said gently, and lifted his son out of his blankets. They had been half-kicked off anyway: Fili seemed to object to having his limbs bound against his little body by his shawls. “What’s this about, then?”
A quick sniff gave him his answer. “Ah.”
Fili loved to wriggle on his changing mat, and it was like trying to wrestle an eel when his legs really got going. Vili managed to get him sorted, and then patted him on his newly-changed bottom. “There, that’s got to be more comfortable, eh?”
Fili gnawed on a foot, and peered up at Vili. He blinked tiredly. “Still sleepy, eh? Well, it wasn’t my idea to get us all up at this hour, you’ve nobody else to blame.” Vili picked up the boy and laid him over his shoulder. Fili’s head, soft as down, nestled against his cheek. “Come on, my brave lad.”
Dis was dozing when he made it back to the bed, the baby still cradled against him. She roused a little when the bed dipped as he sat, and her eye cracked open. “He need feeding back down again?” she managed, her words slurring.
“Aye. I’ll put him back in his bassinet after: you stay where you are.”
Dis didn’t answer, but simply rolled over and took the baby from him and opened her gown.
Vili sat, watching for a moment, as his wife fed their child. They were the picture of peace: the little baby, and the half-asleep Dwarrowdam, and the still, nearly timeless quality of the small hours of the night.
Finally the baby’s rhythmic jaw motions stopped, and he unlatched himself and lolled back onto the bed. Vili scooped him up and held him against his heartbeat. The sound would finish the job of lulling him back to sleep.
Fili was too drowsy to protest being laid back in his cot and re-wrapped in his shawls. With one tiny pink-mouthed yawn, his head fell to one side and he was asleep again.
“That’s all that was needed, wasn’t it,” Vili whispered, and dared to reach out and stroke that impossibly soft, velvety cheek. Fili didn’t stir.
After one last look (would he ever be able to gaze his fill? Vili didn’t think so), Vili crept back to bed.
Aw Yiss 