It really would be. More than any test of fitness or weapon-skills, it would be a test of extreme cunning and lateral thinking.
Gimizh is slippery as an eel, when he wants to be. He knows every nook in the Mountain. He can charm the socks off the birds. He can use Frerinith as a decoy. He knows nearly everybody. He can and WILL smuggle himself in somehow.
Jeri? Jeri won that test very easily.
Jeri asked around, and so came armed with a batch of Beri’s best spiced fruitcake.
HAHAHAHAHA oh god, she totally TOTALLY would. Take THAT, nadad, you troll-brained twit.
(work it, Gimizh!)
I don’t think he’d steal from Dain’s – not for lack of trying… it’s only that Dain’s apartments were guarded. He’s the King.
It was probably a thing, a final test for elite guards like jeri. Keep Gimizh out of the King’s Apartments, and you’ve leapt the last hurdle. 🙂
(he has absolutely NOT stolen Dis’. At all. NOPE. He’ll go steal Mizim’s instead – she’s a lot less terrifying.)
YEOUCH Nonnie.
*lies down on floor, face-down, and whimpers.*
YEOUCH.
At first, he is both confused and frustrated. He knows he put that jacket right there. Only yesterday!
Secondly, he is outraged. How dare – that little sneak-thief! How incredibly RUDE!
But Laerophen is, remember, not very confrontational. He gets stiff and awkward and super formal when he has to front up to anything. So every time he tries to draw himself up and speak out about his annoyance, Gimizh does something innocently charming (gives him a cookie, grabbing his hands to swing him into a dance, folds him into his latest imagination-game) and the momentum for his outrage is lost.
Eventually he’s a little helplessly confused. It’s not as bad as he first imagined – he gets his things back, after all – but how in Elbereth’s name can he broach the topic? It’s been weeks!
Gimris shakes her head when she sees his predicament. “It’s all right, everyone’s in the same cart,” she says, resigned. “And he’s been spoken to about this, more times than anyone can ever imagine. He simply doesn’t see anything wrong with it yet. He’ll get there as he gets older. And don’t worry, Mum and I make sure everything’s laundered before he goes creeping back.”
Upon that last sentence, Laerophen’s face is a picture.
(Frerinith is at the stage where he… isn’t actually all that enamoured of clothes. The challenge is keeping them ON HIM. It’s not uncommon to have a toddler doing a nuddy-run down the public corridors of Erebor!)
LMAO 80′S JACKETS WITH GIGANTIC SHOULDERS ON TINY CHILD LMAAAAAAAAAO OH MY GOD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
YES THAT! LMAAAAAO SO VERY VERY GIMIZH, YES.
tbh Nonnie, I don’t actually think Gimizh is the one who enjoys being matchy-matchy… and I say this as a person who was made to be matchy-matchy with my younger sister. It’s usually adults who find it cute.
It often sucks to be a kid made to be matchy-matchy, it makes you feel like you’re not an individual. That’s why every schoolkid in Australia ‘customises’ their school uniform in some way, if they can.
Nah, I see Gimizh as an unrepentant clothes-thief, frankly. If he likes that new thingie you’ve got, it will suddenly disappear from your chest of drawers and three days later you’ll spot him wearing it. And when he’s done, it reappears in the drawer (sometimes covered in cookie-crumbs) just like maaaagic. *waggles fingers* MAAAAAGIC.
If you confront him about it, he will pretend he has ♩♪♫NO IDEA♬♪♫ what you’re talking about. Even when wearing your hat right in front of you.
Seriously. He is a terror.
OH GOD SO MUCH WINE
SO MUCH
Wee Thorin has been Azahgal, Bifur, Dain, his dad, his mum, his uncle, and finally Bard the Bowman.
The hallow’s day Wee Thorin dresses up as his namesake is the day Dwalin tries very hard not to cry.
Gimizh has dressed as Gimli for twenty years running. He is planning to go as Gimli again next year.
Balinith would damn well dress as Narvi. Damn it, he fucking would.
Frerinith has ambitions to be a cake.
Aw Yiss 