Tag: frerin

retreading sansukh some thoughts: ANGSTY DURIN BOYS pls kill me they h u r t and everyone figuring out the gigolas before thorin and he’s just like wtf so GOOD and FRERIN MY SMOL BBY I LOVE HIM

sajhdglasjh aaaaaah ty!! THESE DURIN MEN (says Hrera in exasperation), 

and lmao omg the gigolas reveal yes – eeeeeverybody knows, Sauron knows, the hecking BALROG knows before Thorin twigs to it. (HE JUST DOESN’T WANNA KNOW, tbh)

Frerin is indeed a smol golden bby, I love him too!

*hugs* thank you so much! I am so glad you’re enjoying the re-read! ❤

Are nori, frerin and fili ever gonna meet their One? Love your fic btw

Hey Nonnie! Glad you like the story!

A note on the whole ‘Ones’ thing: no soulmates in Sansukh, sorry. I dislike the whole ‘predestination’ thing… I like free will. I also believe that it isn’t one person alone that could be ‘made for you’… you could be happy with any number of different people, but you have to choose them, choose it, and work at it, every day. A personal bias thingy there.

Nori explicitly tells us in the story that he and Dori are both aro-ace… well, actually, he specifies that Dori is aro-ace, and that he himself is definitely aro… perhaps not ace! But he ain’t telling. A Dwarf needs a few secrets, and Nori likes to keep folks guessing.

Fili’s storyline in this fic is not about romance, and I will not create one for him… his story arc is about stepping up to leadership in his own right.

(I hope you note that Nori was first calling Thorin ‘boss’… but now? Now he calls FILI ‘boss’. Also, Fili has developed a nearly pathological protective streak for Frodo a mile wide. He is becoming a leader and a protector in ways that have nothing to do with his bloodline and heritage. GO FILI, GO FILI, GOLDEN HEART MY SON, YOU LITTLE BEAUTY)

Frerin has the crush to end all crushes on both Eowyn AND Faramir. But also recall, he still has the body and emotional responses of a mid-teen. Poor boy has the intellect of a much, much older Dwarf, but it’s crammed into a tiny body with a truckload of hormones. I don’t think we will see him in actual, reciprocal romantic love in this state. 

(but hey, we have good evidence that he is at the very least bisexual, and that he is hella poly.)

A small Sansukh-verse drabble for you (featuring Gimris, Thranduil, Frerinith, and Mumblebee the stuffed bumblebee).

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Thranduil looked down from his conversation with his son-in-law’s sister at the insistent tugging on his robes. The small child doing the tugging let go of his clothing and lifted the arm that wasn’t clutching a bumblebee toy to himself in the air. Obviously he wasn’t tall enough to climb on to the couch on his own.

“Uppy!” demanded the tiny dark-skinned child (whose name might start with an F? Or was the middle one the F-child?).

The lady Gimris sighed. “Where are your clothes, Frerin?”

Thranduil carefully noted that this child – who was garbed only in some sort of loosely-fitting undergarment – was, in fact, Frerin.

Frerin grinned. “Gone!”

Gimris scowled. “Did you drop your clothes in the toilet again?”

“Not telling!” Turning back to Thranduil, he insisted again, “Up!”

Gimris turned back to Thranduil. “You don’t have to take him if you don’t want to.”

“It’s quite alright, my lady,” said Thranduil. “I find children … refreshing.”

Giving him a look that might under less charitable circumstances be considered suspicious, Gimris stood up. “If you say so, King Thranduil. If you’ll excuse me, I should see if I can find this one’s clothes.”

“Of course.”

“Bye-bye, Auntie!”

Having some experience with recalcitrant children, Thranduil set aside his wineglass and settled the child on his lap, a process which was spoiled by Frerin’s immediate turning around to look at his impromptu seat.

“Mista elfy king?”

Thranduil looked down to see the child clutching his stuffed toy in one hand and a fistful of his robes in the other.  Joy.

“Yes, child?”

“You like honey candiesh?”

Where was the child going with this?

“I am somewhat fond of them, but I must admi-” His speech was cut off by a small fist unceremoniously shoving a rather sticky candy into his mouth.

Blinking, Thranduil decided that he would rather not think too hard about the provenance of the candy.

“My thanks, child.”

OH K OH MY GOD I JUST LET OUT AN ALMIGHTY

“AAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!”

suck it up (literally), Thranduil. XD heheheheheh! Thank you so much, wonderfullest Kailthia! *hugs*

If thorin and frerin are like ori dori and nori, they might go by the brothers rin. But frerins name already basically means that. I’m not phrasing it well but what if frerin was like.. A placeholder name just bc tolkein couldn’t think of anything better than “rin brother”

Oooh yeah! It’s been suggested with evidence that ‘Dis’ simply means ‘sister’ – so, it’s possible that Tolkien had a couple of placeholder names there!

… or he was subtly suggesting that Thrain and his partner used up all their naming creativity on their firstborn, idk!! 

“No, Frerin. You cannot tease them for reminding Gimli of Hobbits or vice-versa. Or I shall tell them about the incident with the cheese and the bedclothes and the crown and Father’s beard.” “Killjoy,” Frerin muttered. ..what happened

oooooh, lmao naughty Dwarf children playing pretend. Thorin was dressed as his grandfather, and he had pilfered Thror’s crown (!!!) and was wearing a coverlet as a cape. There was cheese involved (it was the Arkenstone). Dis-the-baby was standing in for Hrera with a rattle for a sceptre. Her scowl was on-point. 

Frerin was to be Thrain, and he was doing his very best to draw the scar over his eye in ink. He couldn’t quite get it right, and so he used his sleeping father as a model. Thrain is tall, and Frerin couldn’t see properly, so he clambered up onto the settee to see better. 

He was carrying the ‘Arkenstone’.

He fell. Thorin tried to catch him. He tripped on his ‘cape’.

Ink and cheese everywhere – over everyone, but most especially on Thrain. The crown ended up with cheese all over it. It was a memorable awakening.

Dis was the only one who emerged unscathed. Fris walked in at precisely that moment, took one look, and walked straight back out.

Thrain’s beard was blue for a good time afterwards, and it took a while for the smell of goat cheese to fade.