Tiny cheer missile Frerinith is also used to good effect on Dis. Frerin goes and sits with her on her Bad Days and just plays with his toys near her bed or chair for an hour or two to provide a bit of distraction, or failing that, a bit of background noise.

AUGH

Yes, all of this, yes.

*wibbles a lot* Yes.

You mentioned Frerinith playing with Dis’ measuring weights … Maybe he becomes fascinated by the system and pursues engineering as a craft?

I already have some ideas in mind for the eventual professions of Orla and Dwalin’s kids. But you’re actually quite close! 😀

Headcanon – some/all of Dwalin and Orla’s kids (when older) style their hair in dreadlocked mohawks, in a really cool braided crest thing-y. Because it looks badass, gets the hair out of the way, and honors both sides of their heritage (hairitage?),

OH MY GODDDD I LOVE THAT YESSSSSSSSS

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.

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.

I know Wee Thorin is in his 40s, but how old are Dwalin and Orla’s other two children?

At the time of the War of the Ring (TA 3018-9):

Wee Thorin – born 2981 [aged 37]

Balinith – born 2998 [aged 21 – four years younger than Gimizh (25) ]

Frerinith – born 3009 [aged 10]