Thrain and Fris are the proudest grandparents to ever proud. But really quietly.

Compared to Thror’s indulgence and Hrera’s fussing – absolUTELY. Fris and Thrain, in comparison, are a much quieter sort of Gran and Grandad!

Fris is a bit stern sometimes – no nonsense, please! – but so so tender and loving, omfg. And Thrain is just such a quiet haven. He’s the perfect refuge, really. He never judges, never presses. Just provides a safe place. 

Does Dis use any of the things that her family had before the Fall of Erebor or did she pack it all away to never see the light of day again? Because I am having feels about this.

OUCH, NONNIE. 

OUCH.

Yeah, I think she would tbh. Dis endures, and she weathers all pain, all storms, like the steel she is named for. 

And she would swallow the little stab of pain, every time she picked up her mother’s teapot to pour a cup, or took her brother’s comb to her hair. 

Hrera is a total deadpan snarker who def. tells dirty double entendres and puns with the straightest of faces and then enjoys watching people implode wondering if she intended it (she did.)

That’s a fun idea! My Hrera wouldn’t do that though. Not in a million zillion years. She doesn’t do crass. 

(she’s fine about it in other people, though – her friendship with Forra shows that!)

Fris, though… Fris would definitely do this.