Question time. What is Nain’s craft specialty? You never mentioned it. Daeris is a swords woman (swordsdwarrowdam?) But we never really see what Nain does beyond being a lord.

*hunts through notes* i know it’s here somewhere…

AHA – welp, okay, here’s what I was thinking: Nain took on the leadership of the Iron Hills after Gror died. He was foremost a warrior, and that served as his craft… but his true calling was composition.

Not song-crafting, no, though that was part of what he loved to do… Nain’s passion was the intricate weaving of many voices and many instruments together. He wrote the equivalent of symphonic music – the more complicated, the happier he was – most of which never got played, as the less-wealthy Hills did not have the great Drums and Guildhalls of Erebor. What was played, however, and quite a lot, were his arrangements of Rhunic and Iron Hills music… including travelling songs.

(He was pulled away from his keyboard a LOT in order to go sign this or that, and occasionally doodled little snatches and phrases in the margins of important documents. Which annoyed the hell out him later when he couldn’t find it!!!)

Cookie pie. It’s a thing. And probably something that Gimizh and Wee Thorin really agree on.

I had to look this up – it looks DELICIOUS!

You know what is a sureway to make me sad? Think of when the race of dwarves diminishes and dies out. Who are the last dwarves? Who was the last dwarf to die? Was there nobody to properly bury them? Did they die in their bed in their quiet mountain, or did they go and lay into their own timb before falling asleep for the last time? Did they close the gates of khazad-Dum forever before doing so? Did Mahal greet them hemlsef with word ‘Finally all of my children are with me’?

lsjdhgafalshgLJHGALJHJAJALDLAJGALJSADLJH I have thought this thought in passing once or twice, and every time it makes me

*whimpers*

Angsty bit … Frerinith complaining to Dis about being the youngest sibling and always being last and fussed over so much. It is awkward. See also Wee Thorin and Dori commiserating over being the oldest sib/the responsible one.

oh cripes

that IS awkward. Ooooh, awkward.

But… oddly, for Sansukh, anyway… also, accurate. Because the youngest of the three children of Thrain and Fris is now the oldest. She’s 250+.

(hope you like being the middle child, Thorin…)

Toddler Thorin Stonehelm learns to differentiate between a piggyback ride – which is riding on a pig -and a /piggleback/ ride, which is riding around on Dan’s shoulders. Both are adorable. Itty!Thorin is so serious, so cute, tiny fluffle of Mohawk-y hair and a few ginger whiskers on the chubba cheeks. Also a mini-deathless sword.

GIDDYUP MY NOBLE STEED

(either one, both noble steeds as far as Itty Stonehelm is concerned ❤ )

I’m imagining Oin having a herb-growing room in the Halls, and being sort of confused about how all the plants grow so well without any natural light. And how plants from different climates are doing so well so close together. Like, the aloe is next to the juniper?

LMAAAAAO THAT DOES NOT GO??? DOES NOT WORK. WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK, MUSHROOMS GROWING RIGHT NEXT TO THYME AND SILVERBEET.

Ori would be confused right next to him. Bc Ori has already stated that he finds the whole… uhhh… things-manifesting-whenever-you-need-em unutterably weird. He’s still a bit iffy about where the paper comes from. I mean, don’t you need trees???

Oin: Uhhh. Idk. Want some potatoes?

Ori: … yes.

(he chews his food very gingerly, too. where’s it from, how’s that work, this place is SO WEIRD)