So Dis is visiting with Dwalin and Orla and at some point some little voices come in going “Hello mommy” and both Dis and Orla turn to look and it’s just like … ouch. Dis has a bad moment because it’s the trouble troop. Frerinith does cuddles and Dis avoids looking at anyone for a while because she has sads, hiding it in flouffy baby hair.

THIS

AUGH

Dis does bad knitting too (but not as bad as Hrera’s). Wee Thorin got a knitted baby onesie from her which he promptly destroyed by vomit and crawling. Balinith and Frerinith and Gimizh got little blankets instead. Dis makes scarves and mittens and hats for her cousins.

She’d be the angriest knitter in the world, oh my god.

It’d be awesome.

Frerinith is probably the shyest, cutest little shit of a toddler. Like, he’ll go up to someone and all seriously ask them if he can tell them a secret. He whispers in their ear, “I’m adorable.” Or when asked his name, he goes, “the cutest.” Also hand-holding with sticky fingers. Or sticking half-chewed candies or snacks to people’s clothes so he can talk, try another food or put hair in his mouth.

omfg it’s so cute I’m gonna melt

lasgdfljasgfaksjdalsdhgkjshgadfakjshfdgaksjhfda NONNIE

What if Bofur sells little fake beards for kids in his shop? Made out of scrap yarn, with little beads and braids. Possibly with attached helmets. Wee Thorin was attached to a bright yellow beard for a few years, and Frerinith likes to put it on sometimes and plays hairstylist with it. Gimizh had a very pink one with a helmet that clashed horribly with his hair.

THIS IS A V CUTE HEADCANON NONNIE

BUT

IS IT BAD THAT ALL I CAN SEE IS THIS SCENE FROM LIFE OF BRIAN

Toddler Frerinith sees that Dis is sad and gives her a hug. Then makes his Frerinith doll give her a hug too. (And Wee Thorin’s Thorin Oakenshield doll, too.)

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

yes, Dis needs all the hugs.

Sad thought of the day: little kids accidentally calling Dis Amad. Especially little cute ones like Frerin who do it when coming up from a nap.

AAAAARGH NO. NO. NO.

NO.

A sudden, sharp stab – it had faded to a dull sort of pain, but with one innocent word it is torn open and begins to bleed afresh.

“Oh, s’you, Aun’ Dish,” Frerinith yawns, and then he rolls over and holds out his arms to her to be lifted out of his cot. “C’n I have biscuits for aft’noon snack?”

She swallows it down and hugs his solid, warm little body close. “Yes, of course

Azaghîth.”

It will fade again. It always does.

Azaghîth – Little warrior

Frerinith leaves a trail of sticky people with damp hair behind him.

His daemon would probably be a snail, tbh.

I WAS AWAY FOR TWO DAYS. TWO DAYS.

Announcing headcanonpalooza Part NINE omfg – if you need a smile or a pick-me-up, I urge you to go read through the rest, bc they are ALL. THIS. CUTE 🙂

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Maybe Frerinith has a bedtime routine like Sam Vines’ kid in Discworld? Like, he needs his bath and his story and his kiss and a kiss for Mumblebee and then the lights go out and bed.

LMAO – Where’s My Cow, but for Middle-Earth, perhaps? “Where’s my battlepig? Is that my battlepig? It goes, RAAARGH! That is an orc! That’s not my battlepig!”

Frerinith who gets into the practice ink and does up Dwalin in pretty colors. No one laughs except Dain and Dis.

omfg pastel-grunge Dwarves…