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Hi! Sorry if this is a stupid question, but I sent an ask about Midwinter a week or two ago, and I wanted to know if you got it? My internet it really iffy sometimes, I’ve had to resend asks to other people before because of it, so I wanted to know if it was because of my internet or if you were just really busy and hadn’t gotten to it (which is fine!). Sorry, I just wasn’t sure and thought it was best to ask. It was about Thranduil, his sons, and dancing, if that helps?

Hey Nonnie!

I just checked through everything from the past couple of weeks, and I can’t find your ask! I searched my emails as well, and it hasn’t arrived there either. I would love to chat about the dancing ideas, if you’re interested 🙂

LOTR au with deaf Gimli. Dwarfs being very disability supporting and Gimli is good at feeling tremors in the earth and talking with iglishmek. When the fellowship forms Legolas thinks he is just being rude and not talking but eventually catches on and tries to watch Gimli’s unsubtle signing. When they become true “friends” Gimli, being a unsecretive fool basically teaches Legolas most of iglishmek. Bonus if legolas is really bad at it and is way to over the top with his gestures😊

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.)

How does Gimli explain pig and goat riding to non-dwarves that he meets? Especially the Rohirrim?!? Like, yes your horses are cool, but have you ever thought about suiting up a pig and riding into battle?

Once the matter of Galadriel was settled between them, Eomer and Gimli relaxed into a jocular, bantering sort of friendship. With Gimli settling his people in the White Mountains, and Eomer ruling in Edoras, they were often in contact. Visits were a frequent occurrence – most often accompanied by truly staggering amounts of the fruity Rohirric beer. 

Eomer never forgot that Gimli had saved his life at Helm’s Deep. When his first child was born, he named the baby ‘Elfwine’ – which translates to ‘Elf-friend’. Gimli was in raptures, and hurried as fast as he could to Edoras to give his congratulations to the parents, and to meet his newest namesake. 

He managed to astonish the whole of the Golden Hall, and much of the city, by arriving upon a great shaggy goat. Its huge curling horns were tipped in steel, and it stepped sure-footed and swift upon the steep mountain path. 

Eomer was nonplussed. A Dwarf seated upon a goat, as easy and comfortable as any of his Eored in the saddle! “I thought you did not care for riding, Gimli?” 

“Don’t get precious. I said I preferred my feet to a horse, and that will remain true so long as Arod stays with Legolas in Ithilien,” said Gimli cheerfully.

He swung down from his goat and gave it a friendly pat on the back. It lipped at his shoulder, before nipping at the hard leather of his jerkin. “Stop that.

This here is Pepper, and he’s a war-ram. Thought he’d be less confronting than the pig.”

“You ride pigs too?”

“Aye, but I didn’t think it’d be fair to ride a battle-boar here.” Gimli grinned. “Wouldn’t do to show up riding somethin’ prettier than you, after all. So, where’s this little bairn with the excellent name?”

Can I ask what the ask about Bambi and his gay dads is about? I thought I was pretty plugged into the Disney fandom, but I honestly missed that one and that seems like a headcanon I’d bee 100% down for. And Legolas’ gay dads, yes!

Hey Nonnie! Nah, I am not sure it is a thing in the actual Disney fandom. I just pounced upon the previous Nonnie’s use of the word ‘dads’- possibly a slip of the keyboard, but I ran with it. Because Legolas having two dads would be heartwarming as fuck. 

I made the horrible mistake of trying to reread Yours, Faithfully for the umpteenth time and have started crying. damn it. in order to cheer myself up, I am now imagining Petal, the pig, trying to sit on literally every dwarf in the Iron Hills like a puppy, squishing a lil’ Stonehelm, much to Thira’s dismay.

*HUGS AND HUGS* 

I am so sorry – and also sorta not sorry bc I am actually stupidly stupidly fond of Yours Faithfully, like, it is in my fave top 3 of everything I’ve ever written and alkdsjhgflajhsdfa you re-read it and I am dancing in my seat *hugs some more*

Petal absolutely, positively would. She is the Prettiest. 

Dori is totally the reason that all the kids call all royalty “mister king” or “mistress queen” or even “honoured sov’rin”. Dori is all “mister ironfoot” and mister Stonehelm and all the kids picked it up. This also extends to foreign royalty? Gimizh keeps calling Thranduil “mister elf-king” and Everyone’s trying to not to look at Thranduil. Also Aragorn is mister king man.

I am imagining Aragorn’s face at being called ‘Mister King Man’ and trying not to cry with laughter. 

He would be so wtffffff gimli why what the actual heck is this name now why are the small Dwarves calling me this weird thing

Gimli would likely shrug a bit and say, well you won’t notice another name, considering how many you’ve already got, will you Laddie?

Thira loves her husband, and put up with a lot from him, but once they were married, she told him that under no circumstances would any pigs be sleeping on the bed, no I don’t care how old they are, yes that tiny piglet is adorable but do you know how big they grow because I do and I do not want to be waking up to that on top of me. Dain pouts. There are two Durin pouts when Thira puts her foot down on the no-pigs-in-bed rule when Stonehelm gets old enough to ask.

LMAAAAAO OH MY GOSH YES piggus are enormous, they do not belong on beds. 

(I am reminded of a friend’s Great Dane, who has been known to shove him out of bed when it stretches out its legs heheheheh)

hmmm tbh I think smartypants old Dain might flip that long-suffering-wife-stereotype around at times. Thira can get very single-minded and caught up in her projects, and so Dain has a similar rule. 

It goes ‘the only bit o’ blacksmithing allowed on the bed is my foot.’