Tag: gloin

Hi Dets, archery-anon here. So, Leggy kept missing cause he was distracted by… stuff? *ponders Helm’s Deep visuals* *winces* Poor Leggy, he’s never gonna live that down. Imagine, they’re at Erebor, the shouting’s over, Gimli speaks of their travels, mentions the contest – and Bomfris goes: “I shot more!”, Laindawar is aghast: “What were you thinking, brother!” and Thrandy pinches his nose: “Don’t answer that, son” while somewhere, far away, King Elessar feels this odd shiver… Accepted. ROFL

Bomfris would be flabbergasted. She lost to Laerophen in their little contest, after all. “Oi, didn’t you say your brother was better than you at archery?”

Laerophen would be staring at Legolas in puzzlement. “He is. I mean. Was?”

“He’s a finer shot even than I,” Laindawar would say, slowly. “Has the south sapped your skills, honeg nin?”

“He’s a bonny fighter!” Gimli would protest, ready to defend Legolas against anyone and anything. Naturally, it’s not a helpful thing to say. Legolas avoids looking at his brothers, tips his head away, mumbles something incomprehensible about Uruk-Hai and knife-work and explosives.

Thranduil would probably take one glance between the mortified, tongue-tied Legolas and the totally oblivious confused vaguely-defensive Gimli. Realisation dawns. It is followed by a GIANT SIGH OF RESIGNATION. 

Meanwhile Gloin is prouder than punch. MY LAD BEAT THE ELF AT ORC-KILLING HELL YAH OF FUCKING COURSE HE DID DWARVES RULE ELVES DROOL *high fives Dwalin*

Margu – kailthia – The Lord of the Rings – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

kailthia:

This is a gift-fic for @determamfidd. There’s an additional shout-out for all the people who are working on the Sansukh podfic.

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*HOWLS WITH JOY*

OH K I WAS HAVING SUCH A CRAPPY DAY 

AND YOU MADE IT INTO SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS

THIS IS SO CUTE, OH MY GOD THE CAKE, OH GOD GIMLI IS SO OUT OF HIS DEPTH AND ADORING EVERY MINUTE OF IT

AKDJSHGFAKJHA GLOIN

AHHHHH THE PIGGY RIDE

AKSDHGFKAJHA BALINITH LJKSAHDGFAKJHA WEE THORIN kjsadhgfakjha DIS!

I AM IN LOVE WITH EVERY MINUTE OF THIS, GIMIZH YOU TINY LUCKY LITTLE MITE

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOREVER!!!

Margu – kailthia – The Lord of the Rings – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Tbh, when The Letter arrives, Gimizh is extremely worried for both his grandpa and his da what with all the shouting and the uncontrollable laughter. Can either of them breath? Are faces supposed to get that color, Ma? Ma? (okay, he’ll just take the opportunity of no one paying any attention to him to make some mischief and work on his welcome home gift for Uncle Gimli and also go hide over with the Dwalinuls)

psst nonnie, don’t forget Laerophen! 😉

Sansukh fan art headcanon: Erebor as ground zero. Both letters arrive at once while Thranduil’s helping. Silver thermonuclear explosion stage left, red thermonuclear explosion stage right. Dual mushroom clouds. Dwarves everywhere going O_O and fleeing for their lives, except for Bofur in the center, who just sits down and laughs himself to death a la the weasels in Roger Rabbit; his soul flies away playing a harp, still laughing. (Dwarflings flee clutching cookie jars and various dolls.)

*pictures this in my mind’s eye*

*DIES LAUGHING LIKE BOFUR*