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A small Sansukh-verse drabble for you (featuring Gimris, Thranduil, Frerinith, and Mumblebee the stuffed bumblebee).

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Thranduil looked down from his conversation with his son-in-law’s sister at the insistent tugging on his robes. The small child doing the tugging let go of his clothing and lifted the arm that wasn’t clutching a bumblebee toy to himself in the air. Obviously he wasn’t tall enough to climb on to the couch on his own.

“Uppy!” demanded the tiny dark-skinned child (whose name might start with an F? Or was the middle one the F-child?).

The lady Gimris sighed. “Where are your clothes, Frerin?”

Thranduil carefully noted that this child – who was garbed only in some sort of loosely-fitting undergarment – was, in fact, Frerin.

Frerin grinned. “Gone!”

Gimris scowled. “Did you drop your clothes in the toilet again?”

“Not telling!” Turning back to Thranduil, he insisted again, “Up!”

Gimris turned back to Thranduil. “You don’t have to take him if you don’t want to.”

“It’s quite alright, my lady,” said Thranduil. “I find children … refreshing.”

Giving him a look that might under less charitable circumstances be considered suspicious, Gimris stood up. “If you say so, King Thranduil. If you’ll excuse me, I should see if I can find this one’s clothes.”

“Of course.”

“Bye-bye, Auntie!”

Having some experience with recalcitrant children, Thranduil set aside his wineglass and settled the child on his lap, a process which was spoiled by Frerin’s immediate turning around to look at his impromptu seat.

“Mista elfy king?”

Thranduil looked down to see the child clutching his stuffed toy in one hand and a fistful of his robes in the other.  Joy.

“Yes, child?”

“You like honey candiesh?”

Where was the child going with this?

“I am somewhat fond of them, but I must admi-” His speech was cut off by a small fist unceremoniously shoving a rather sticky candy into his mouth.

Blinking, Thranduil decided that he would rather not think too hard about the provenance of the candy.

“My thanks, child.”

OH K OH MY GOD I JUST LET OUT AN ALMIGHTY

“AAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!”

suck it up (literally), Thranduil. XD heheheheheh! Thank you so much, wonderfullest Kailthia! *hugs*

I can’t stop thinking about Mizim & Gimris secretly having a bed commissioned that’s big enough for Gimli and Legolas to sleep in without the latter having to fold himself up like a swiss army knife, and then when Laerophen’s out and about in Erebor one day he feels a tug on the back of his tunic and he turns around expecting Gimizh but it’s two grown Dwarves with a sliderule and a notebook and they’re like ‘ere mister, do us a favour and lie down a minute would ya (he’s confused but he does it)

OH MY GOD ROFLMAAAAAAAO

I hope you don’t mind that I publish this, because it is SHEER. GENIUS.

One of my favourite things about Laindawar’s list of questions is that they have answers like “he is literally writing a song for your brother as you speak” and “you don’t understand, he IS a star” and “ha ha ha yes, there is no possible way they will not go hunting together” and “calling him a decent warrior is a massive understatement.”

*winks* exACTly. :))))

Laindwar is totally pushing Gimris for things that he himself values highly, as well. The answers to every single question he asks her? Favourable, at least in his eyes. But he doesn’t get them. No answer only makes him more grim and persistent, naturally: he’s worried that her silence means that Gimli must be a dull, joyless fool, a burden in battle and upon a trail.

Laindawar is in for some education, heheh.

Gimris, of course, is miffed at the notion of ever praising Gimli’s dumb arse openly – that is NOT how they work, damn it all, PETTY INSULTS ARE THEIR WAY OF SAYING ILU BRO/SIS – and this Elf following her everywhere is entirely Gimli’s bloody fault. Of course she’s not going to say anything even REMOTELY positive about him, lmao.

Brothers. Gaaaaaaaah.

Gimris would totally join Frerin and Fili in their ‘Alliance of Dwarves with Twit Brothers’. In a heartbeat.

so…I may have spent the morning depressed and unable to get out of bed, and generally sobbing over the American political system. the obvious solution is to reread some of my fave fics, (not Yours, Faithfully this time) and come up with fun headcanons. Bc I adore your fic, I’ve got a few I’d like to share: Thranduil made the mistake of asking Gimizh about his uncle. He thoroughly regrets that mistake. He eventually bribes Gimizh to stop talking by feeding him sweets. Gimris is livid.

*hugs you very, very, VERY tightly*

also: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHOOPS, bad move Thranduil! He would completely regret that mistake! AHH HOW DO I MAKE HIM STOP TALKING ABOUT HIS UNCLE GIMLI, OH ELBERETH HELP ME IT NEVER ENDS…

lmao Gimris adds it to the (ever-lengthening) list of things to smack Gimli for, when he finally gets his arse home. 

I wanna hear all about the sisters/siblings Pepper and Salt omg

Awwww Nonnie! I don’t have much, tbh! But here’s some things I thought up on the spot, after trawling a few ‘About Goats!!!’ sites 🙂

  • The older of the sibs is Pepper. He was born the year before Salt. 
  • Pepper belongs to Gimli – but Salt was a fiftieth nameday present to Gimizh. 
  • Gimris despairs, she really does.
  • Salt thinks she is a lapdog. This is entirely Gimizh’s fault. He loves her to bits: he gives her treats and spoils her outrageously. 
  • Both Pepper and Salt know their names, and come when called. 
  • Pepper was not thought suitable to be a war-goat at first. He was too mild and biddable, with none of the spirit and adventurousness that is sought after in a war-animal. But then Gimli got into a tight spot of bother with some Dunlendings hiding upon the upper slopes of the White Mountains. No-one had seen a goat go quite so bonkers before. Those particular Dunlendings flinched at the cry of ‘baaa!!!’ for a long, LONG time. 
  • Pepper comes obediently, straight away. Salt… does not. Not unless it is Gimizh calling her – then she comes at once, contrary creature that she is. (It makes Gimris livid.)
  • Pepper will follow people around placidly, until they congregate in a circle. Then he will shove himself into the centre of the circle – so they can all admire his beauty. 
  • Salt has had one kid: Mustard. Gimizh gifted the little thing to his mother. 
  • (She was extra livid.)
  • Salt doesn’t come to milking for anyone except Gimizh. If anyone else tries, Salt kicks over the pail, and then chews at her feed with insouciant smugness while they swear loudly. 
  • Much to everyone’s annoyance, Salt gives excellent milk – and the cheese is, without fail, superb. 
  • Pepper has Magnificent Horns, and is vain af. He is the Fabio of the Goat world.
  • Salt burps. Loudly. Shockingly loudly. 
  • It’s not uncommon for Gimizh to try to feed Salt under the table. Gimli always scolds him if he discovers it: goats may try to eat things, but not everything is good for them.
  • Pepper has been known to pick up his feet like a trained dancing horse when lots of people are watching him. Like I said, vain. VAIIIIN.
  • Gimizh has taught Salt a whole bunch of fancy tricks: standing up on her hind feet, dancing, counting, jumping in time to music etc. 
  • Pepper is the most Majestic and the Prettiest. Silver-grey and bearded, with big curling horns. Likes to think he is In Charge. 
  • (Salt is actually prettier, white and soft-coated and sweet-faced, but nobody mentions it in case Pepper overhears)
  • (they don’t want to hurt his feelings.)

re: Gimizh and Gimris fashion shows: Gimiris won’t clean any of Gimli’s damn clothes. She raised Gimizh, and is *out of patience* for these shenanigans. Bofur literally cannot stop laughing, at least, when he’s not telling his son how fine he looks in his new clothes, and perhaps we can get Dori to take them in for you a bit, huh? They all agree on handsignals to make sure the coast is clear of *shudder* those damn Elves who don’t stop asking questions.

LMAAAAO OH GOSH HAHAHAHA

When he gets back, Gimli is like… but wait, this shirt was too big before I left…

Gimris: *innocent shrug*

Gimris gets Gimizh and co. to visit some of her patients at the hospitals/clinics. Especially the ones who don’t get many visitors. Frerinith is especially popular because tiny kid cuddles. He

(I think your ask got cut off, Nonnie!!)

Gimizh likes the healing quarters. His mum… keeps letting him come back, god help her. Even after what happened last time. And the time before that

(gurneys are not meant to do wheelies. Bouncing on the beds ‘to test them’ is not a great idea. Also, a first step might have been making sure that the said beds were unoccupied.)

Frerinith looooves it. Lollies and sweets and cuddles and being told he is a good sweet little thing. And in grand toddler tradition, he is always extra-bossy and stubborn afterwards. NO bread. NO fruit. No! Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake now, cake now!! NO bread, cake! CAKE! Mummy, CAKE!

(Orla is gritting her teeth – but keeping it low and chill and calm – and waiting for this stage to be over with bated breath. I speak from experience!)

Balinith loooves the hospital too! But he’s more of a ‘follow Gimris around and ask a zillion questions’ type – and when she shoos him away he goes around and asks the patients, and also probably reads their notes bc why put them right there if you didn’t want anyone to read them? Also the linen cupboards are fab. All the sheets are SOOOOO smooth and nice all piled up in big piles, smelling really clean.

Wee Thorin pretends he doesn’t enjoy Gimizh’s hijinks, that he’s totally only going along with it under extreme duress. That he’s not having fun at all. That he didn’t suggest one or two modifications to the gurneys himself.

This is A Lie :)))

kazimakuwabara:

One of my many favorite moments from Sansukh chapter 43 written by @determamfidd! 

Above is Laindawar and Gimris. 

I like the looks of him, but i think the colors I chose for his clothes are all wrong. But I’m feeling rather sketchy today so i’m going to leave it.

Gimris. Ever since i’ve heard that Crack about Gimizh having ambitious sideburns I liked the thought that he got it from his mother. Hers of course are far longer, which she swoops back and braids into her pigtails.

as for the which scene I drew its under the cut! (beware under the cut is spoilers for those who haven’t had a chance to read!)

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EEEE KAZ!!! holy heck that is 900 kinds of PERFECT oh my GOD – that is amazing, I am laughing like a loon at Laindawar’s Sherlock face, he has NO chill, that kid, and NO SUBTLE AT ALL

…and ESPECIALLY AT GIMRIS AHHH KAZ KAZ YOU ARE AMAZING

her expression! IS. EXACTLY!!! RIGHT!!!

(ALSO HOT DAMN HER HAAAAIR)

I am giving you the most high of mental fives – and also hugging the STUFFING out of you bc they are GLORIOUS and so are you, and lkasdhflajhs you are magical HOW do you work so fast??? and, god help me, SO BRILLIANTLY??? 

Thank you THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!