one day Gimizh gets to go on an adventure outside the mountain with his uncle Gimli. He sees a tree. It is so big. He must climb it. ‘Gimizh no!’ Gimli says. ‘Gimizh yes!’ he cries, already attached to the tree trunk like a limpet. ‘I will conquer this foe!’ ‘your mother is going to kill me’ Gimli says.

Gimris: You left my son where.

Gimli: He’s perfectly safe!

Gimris: Gimli.

Gimli: Well, you know the beech-trees on the southern slopes, the ones with the nice wide climbing branches… that are just a liiiiittle too slight to bear a fully-grown dwarf’s weight…?

Gimris: you orc-breathed SIMPLETON, YOU CAN’T LEAVE A CHILD UP A TREE!!!

Gimli: (backing away, eyes wide and hands raised) But it’s his kingdom now, he’s proud as can be, he did it all by him…! Gimris, ach… no, wait… I’m…!

Gimris: (dangerously) I’d run, if I were you, nadad. Because if I can catch you, I AM GOING TO PULL EVERY HAIR FROM YOUR CHIN.

Gimli: (runs for it)

{Meanwhile, up a tree}

Gimizh: An’ I’m the boss now, so you do as I say. King Gimizh of the tree!

Random Squirrel: (throws a nut at him)

It’s the Return of the Bride of the Monster of the Night of the HEADCANONPALOOZA!

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

(this is what happens when I am too busy to get to tumblr for a few days, whoops – sorry sorry anons!!!)

BOFUR WOULD HAVE THE BEST GRANDUNCLE JOKES. 

*battle flashbacks at the mention of Frozen* oh god, babysitting scars, I bear them… 

Balinith toddling over to the shelf and declaring “BU!’ and choosing one and bringing it back to his parent to read it to him, until there is a pile fifteen books high beside Dwalin or Orla… aaand probably chucking a wobbly when it’s bedtime, because ‘NO NO NO MORE BU!’ 

(this is actually what the Dwarfling is doing RIGHT NOW. Her favourite is ‘Where is the Green Sheep’ by Mem Fox!!)

And hells YES – Gloin would be full of AMAZING advice (mostly the kind that sounds complicated, but in essence always boils down to ‘teach ‘em to be good Dwarves, and then trust ‘em to be good Dwarves’.)

Gimizh has PLANS to help corrupt – I mean, play with – the new royal baby on the way once she/he/they is big enough to join in games. Wee Thorin is worried by the look of glee on Gimizh’s face. Balinith and Frerinith are just excited because new playmate! is always exciting, and want to show him/her/them all their favorite games and toys and sweets and such.

Heheheheh, Gimizh is probably already planning what he can get away with blaming on the baby :DDD

Gimizh has a being-a-relative-to-school event, and is in a tizzy about who to bring. His mum or dad? Uncle Gimli? His grandpa or grandma? Aunt Dis? (He thought better of taking Dis because she was maybe a little sad around a lot of kids, especially since his seat-mate is blond.) eventually he takes Gloin, and talks about how great his grandpa is and how he helps Gimizh read big words and reach high stuff. And play games and snuggle and stories. And he can count real high in his head. Gloin is <3

AWWWWWWW That is ADORABLE

I can imagine Gimizh being all, 😀 “See! I TOLD YOU MY GRANDPA HAD A BIGGER BEARD THAN YOUR GRANDPA! Oh yeah, and he did that Quest thingy that one time.”

tis I, the angstnonnie again. Bomfris could also just name her pig Bacon, be really classy. But also: the tiny terrors pig racing. Gimizh names his pig Cookie or something. Gimizh on a pig (he probably would be dressed up as a warrior, like his uncle, Gimli). He tries to use it to steal more treats from the kitchen. Pure chaos ensues. Who thought letting him near pigs was a good idea? How did this happen?

Ello, Angstnonnie 😀

GIMIZH AND COOKIE THE PIG YESSSSS ❤ Pure chaos just seems to happen around Gimzh, it’s like it’s in his aura or something!

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