Gimli-fam at Minas Tirith has another logical conclusion… Faramir is familie’d. Like, so hard. He gets kid snuggles and parent chats and sibling advice. So much family. And the keep doing it after they leave? So, Mizim sends him socks and cookie recipes, Gimris reminds him to eat his veggies and to put on his hat. Gloin talks about that nice ranger boy to the people at Erebor and sends good people for trade to Ilithien.

YESSSSSSSS

Gimizh is in Mina’s Tirith and the Rohirim just ferociously adopt him. Eowyn is all <3 tiny dorf babbu since she met him when he was following Gimris around. Eomer is all!!! Tiny Gimli!! And there is cuteness, because Gimizh decides that Eomer is Good People. Gimizh also sneaks Faramir candy because he is sad.

OH MY GOSH THOUGH

Gimizh deciding that Eomer is a Top Bloke and Good Sort means…

yet more competition between Gimli and Eomer hahahahaha

So … what if most of Gimli’s family goes with the Ereborean contingent to Aragorn’s coronation. So awesome and awkward. Gimris is squawking like a chicken. Mizim is mothering people aggressively. Gimizh is everywhere – twice. Gloin is about to burst because people are constantly telling him how awesome Gimli is.

AWWWWWWW

Lmao, Gimris and Eowyn in the same room might just be more determined warrior/healer ATTITUDE than Middle-Earth can cope with

Gimizh would be spoiled rotten, good gracious, everyone marvelling at one of the rarely-seen Dwarven children, he’s so CUTE, Gimli would be so PROUD

All of the Dwalinuls take a bit after Dori? Wee Thorin is all sharp objects and knitting. Balinith is all For Science! And nice clothes and tea. Frerinith is fussy and also tea.

YES THEY DO, ALL OF THEM – thank you so much, I am so HAPPY you noticed, Nonnie! I have given all of the kids some of Dori’s influence, because I think he would have been very close to them all. Most trusted babysitter, honorary uncle, etc. So they’ve all got some characteristics and traits that stem from that proximity… all except Gimizh. 

Wee Thorin is protective LIKE WHOA. Also knitting. And sighing.

Balinith is orderly, tidy and also SCIENCE, but he’s got a streak of sarcasm in him a mile wide. Sly insults ftw. 

And tiny Frerinith is A FUSSY CUTIE PIE BOSSY-BOOTS 😀

(Alas, Gimizh has a hefty dose of Nori as well as Bofur, Gimris and Gimli in his character… which is probably makes Dori both sad and fond simultaneously.)

When I wrote that line about ‘Dori mothers the whole mountain in the absence of his brothers’, I totally, TOTALLY meant it with bells on and a cherry on top… also hello once more, my love of extreme character detail, there you are again

“so gimli, how have you and legolas been on your journeys?” “oh, he’s been spending a lot of time on his knees if you know what i mean…. wait why are you all laughing? it’s just because, y’know, he has to get on his knees to be face to face with me….. oh for christ sakes GET YOUR MINDS OUTTA THE GUTTER”

(you just know that by this point, Bofur and Gimris are choking and hyperventilating and rolling with laughter, while Gimli scowls indiscriminately at everything, and Legolas wordlessly and ever-so-slowly turns a very fetching shade of puce)

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)