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What does Dis think of all the things that Her family made for her while they was dead and waiting? Especially all the pretty things that Thorin made for her. (Probably soooo many pretty hair doodads.)

Dis held up the clasp and eyed it critically. “It’s… decorated.”

Thorin looked slightly – only slightly, mind you – mulish. “I can do decoration, despite all your scoffing to the contrary.”

“But you usually don’t.” She allowed her thumb to run over the cool, smoothed steel, the tiny bright bumps of opal winking back at her like fiery eyes. “And you’ve never used flowers before.”

“Flowers? Did I…” Thorin was taken aback for a moment, and then to her astonishment he began to clear his throat and shuffle his papers about on his drafting table. His neck was rather flushed. “Uh. An inadvertent mistake, I assure you.”

“Oh really.” She glanced up. “And the pen there, that was a mistake also, I assume. And the stove with ivy around the door. And the-”

“All right! All right, enough, yes, they’re thyme flowers, for courage and strength and also shut up.”

“I don’t think so, nadad,” she said, grinning at him. “That’s rather sweet, you know.”

“Don’t tease your brother, dear,” said Fris absently, entering the room with a preoccupied air. “Thorin, I’ve broken a petal on my lamp, could you…”

Thorin seemed to shake himself out of his embarrassment. “Right… of course, if you would leave it on…”

“A petal?” Dis interrupted, her eyebrows high. 

“On my reading lamp, yes, it was Thorin’s present for my nameday,” Fris said. “It’s not urgent, so if you’re working on something important it can wait.”

“No, it won’t take a moment.” Thorin was already tugging his leather apron over his head. “If you wait, I can have it finished for you in five minutes. Just a petal off, you say?”

“Aye.”

“A petal,” Dis said. “A petal.”

“Oh, everything is flowers with Thorin these days, Dis dear,” Fris said, taking a stool and tucking her feet neatly upon the rung. “Ever since the Hobbit, really.”

Dis’ head whipped back to her eldest brother, who was studying a (suspiciously flower-shaped) reading lamp with all evidence of extreme concentration – save for the violent colour of his ears. “Well, now. Isn’t that interesting.”

“I told you not to tease him, sweetheart,” Fris said mildly. 

itscooltobefanficy:

Right things are about to get crazy here because it’s Eurovision and we’re going to attempt to cram 10 people into our not-enormous sitting room so I am posting the dwarrowdam now before everything gets swept away in a tide of glitter and madness.

Seeing as we had silver yesterday, it only seems appropriate to have the gold today: FrĂ­s, mother of Thorin, Frerin and DĂ­s, in her wedding braids (which look incredible but are also incredibly uncomfortable)!

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH AAAAAH LOOK AT THAT TRULY AWESOME BEARD????!!!!

OH FRIS MY GOLDEN LADY OH MY GOSHSHHSHSSHHSSHSH

her eyes are literally stopping my breath, holy heck you are amazing! Thank you SO SO MUCHHHHH

Aaahhhhh, most of my favourites have already been said! But I have to shout out for FrĂ­s. Somebody who could raise Thorin, Frerin and DĂ­s to be such amazing dwarves has to be the most remarkable dam to ever exist.

*punches air* FRIS FRIS FRIS FRIS

If you told Fris that she was your fave, she would demur and flap her hands at her reddened cheeks, and then would completely turn it back at you, because she is 1000% like that. 

She’d say something like, “What a gem you are! You are most certainly my favourite too, dear one.”

Or even:  “Mahal below, good gracious! Well, thank you – but the giver of such lovely compliments deserves to be their own favourite!”

“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. 

it feels like time for another HEADCANONPALOOZA!

(sorry so sorry, I would love to answer these individually but they’ve piled up on me again, and I am currently devoting my miniscule free time to writing. Oh what a joy it is to be back at work, with two people’s workloads…)

These are freaking adorable! (I like all these new piggies, but Petal is still prettiest piggy. tbh I don’t think Dain even asks people if they want one any more. Too many refusals. They just materialise. Inexplicable pigs!) THAT THRAIN ONE W THE GOATS. And warm snuggly Gloin is mmmmm yes yes okay, lucky girl Mizim. You hug that warm soft furry Dwarf. YES YES TO FRERINITH WITH PAINTED NAILS. yESSSS. Custard, you – you cat you!!! and awwww, Mirkwood elves are putty before the power of the tiny Dwarf child 🙂

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12,

Thorin and Frerin are giving Dain more of the tour of the Halls and they decide to stop for a pint at one of the many bars. Dain is surprised to find Thrain, Fris, Nain, and Daeris already there. It turns out this place is famous for afterlife!dwarf karaoke. Fris and Daeris are an award-winning combo, and Nain and Thrain are there to cheer and hold flowers. Frerin is proud, Thorin is resigned/amused.

AAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA Fris and Daeris doing the ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ bwaaaaaaaa

(Fili and Kili are banned. The bar is run by Borin. He Does Not Forget.)

Dain would immediately request the Dwarven equivalent of Sinatra’s ‘My Way’ and proceed to roar it with great sentiment – and with the whole audience roaring along, ofc.