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Gimli probably spends ages trying to convince Eomer to try riding a pig? Just to try. And eventually Eomer does it (he may or may not be a little drunk st the time). It ends up being hilarious because Poppyseed the Pig (names after her tons of tiny black spots) is sort of confused about having a human rider.

he is OUTRAGED that the pigs are kept in a nice cosy pigpen and not in a grand ornamented stable, AS IS ONLY RIGHT GOOD AND PROPER

He keeps going to stroke his horse’s mane… and oh, right, yeah. Pig. 

Poppyseed keeps wondering why the Tall Rider keeps clucking his tongue, what the hell is that all about… and why he always approaches her really slowly just off from one side… I mean, her eyes are forward-facing? She can see him? Also, his helmet with all the fringe-stuff on top looks like it would be interesting to chew

Firefoot is epically jealous. 

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(”You’re bacon, Pig. Sleep with your eyes open.”)

Eventually though, I feel like Eomer would get right into it. I mean, he’s a fantastic rider, he’s been riding since he was a tot, and THIS ANIMAL IS TRAINED FOR RIDING. Okay, it’s a bit on the snuffly oinky side, but bonus cloven hooves mean more stable grip! So Poppyseed and Eomer begin to really gel and work together, after those initial teething troubles. 

Meanwhile, Gimli and Legolas are rolling around in hysterics bc Eomer looks like THIS

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How are you writing Durin’s reincarnations as working? Does he retain memories of his past lives at all, or does he only get them back in the Halls? I like to think that maybe he has access to memory and understanding from his past lives, but can only understand them at a developmentally accurate level, so like baby Durin has no sequential memories whatsoever and is just a baby, but five year old Durin has his memories but struggles with contextualizing them as not just disjointed moments. (1/2)

(2/2) This interpretation of Durin’s memories appeals to me because I like to picture him in a circle of dwarflings, all demanding to know if he remembers any swear words. Little five year old equivalent Durin looks around solemnly. ‘You want me to use my gift of immortality, one of the most sacred stories of our people, to teach you to swear?’ They nod. That is exactly what they want. Durin leans in. ‘Fuck,’ he whispers. Someone clears their throat behind him. He turns. It’s Bomfris.

THAT IS THE BEST MENTAL IMAGE OMG – oh you are in for it now boyo…!!!

I’ve speculated a little about how Durin’s reincarnations might work in this post here, Nonnie! 

Ughhh I’m just going all gooey bc of Dís II and Durin twin shenanigans and them with their parents???

oooh, this sparked some ideas, Nonnie! Thank you for the lovely prompt 🙂

All newborns are generally a tiny bundle of responses and needs, but give them a few months and they begin to show their distinct personalities…

Durin is an easy sleeper, but Dísith is a demanding cuddler. She likes to fall asleep on her father’s chest, her little fingers buried in his beard. It’s Dain’s old chair, too. The Stonehelm leans back, props up a book and holds her against his heartbeat until she stops mumbling and fussing, and finally falls asleep. It’s not unheard of for her father to fall asleep that way too, the pages of his book riffling open and neglected on his lap.

Bomfris has discovered them together this way, more than once. 

Durin is a grabber. He has a strong, stubborn grip that causes Bomfris both pride and worry. He’s ENDLESSLY curious, and is most definitely that child that sticks everything in his mouth. He is also good at focusing early: he follows his mother’s finger as she waves it before him, and grabs for his toys with something a little more purposeful than the usual baby flail. 

Dísith is not a wailer. She is a HOWLER. When she is upset – say, she is wet, or hungry, or sleepy – she yells blue murder. Sometimes little ones just yell at their parents, and the parent is left with the guessing-game of OH GOD WHAT IS WRONG WE JUST DON’T KNOW, WE’VE TRIED IT ALL… and Dísith will just yell and yell, red in the face, a furious little nugget of discontent. 

Durin is the one who likes being carried everywhere. He is the backpack baby, the one who is chill with being worn in a sling or bundled onto Mum or Dad’s back and just watching everything happen with massive eyes (not all babies are into baby-wearing, jsyk! Some, but not all). He’ll put up with a bit of jostling if it means he’s strapped to Bomfris’ back as she goes about the Mountain. 

(Dísith will put up with it for a little while… but only if she is strapped facing forward.)

Dísith sits up early. Lying on her back constantly is boring as hell, and she wants to be an active part of everything instead of observing the ceiling all the time. She was a good roller, and was happy enough on her tummy too. It was almost as though she knew she had to strengthen those neck muscles enough to sit up herself. Before she was strong and big enough to sit, however… if you didn’t prop her up with cushions and include her in the conversation, you were toast. She is not a passive lil bubba. 

(Durin was decidedly NOT happy during Tummy Time). 

Disith chews her feet. She also learns to pull off her nappy. She was the first to crawl, and dear Mahal below the turn of speed she has is alarming. 

Durin sucks his thumb. He also is quick to begin ‘cruising’ on the furniture, using his strong little grip to haul himself upright and shuffle himself along. 

The one who takes to solid food first is

Dísith. FOOD IS AWESOME, MORE PLEASE. Durin is slightly fussier, and takes longer to adjust. Dinners with Durin are very messy. The Stonehelm has gone to council with mashed cauliflower and sweet potato on his jacket more than once. 

Durin smiles first, but Disith laughs first. Once they are both giggling, Bomfris develops an addiction to blowing raspberries on those lil chubby tummies, just to hear that laughter.

Teething Sucks. So. Much. For everybody involved. It’s bad enough with one, but two is nightmarish. Thira and Alris stay with the twins for a night during the ordeal, so that the Stonehelm and Bomfris can escape and grab 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep. They were beginning to look sort of… haunted. 

There we go, some first-year!twins ideas 🙂

Did preteen!Gimli have an awkward beard growing in phase? Like, was he carefully tracking growth to see when his chin tuftiness would meet his sideburns? Was he staring at the mirror every day wishing that those two bald patches by his chin would grow over? Mizim tried to comfort him but it didn’t help much. Gimris’ good-natured beard-related heckling was also a constant.

From the fic itself:

A burly young Dwarf, not even seventy, was stacking wood for the braziers that would warm the night-watchmen. His bright red hair was pulled back into workman’s braids, his short beard thick on his cheeks and tied into two small braids that stuck out either side of his chin. His face was set and pale. “Glóin’s son,” he said in surprise.

“Aye,” said Frerin. “Did you forget him?”

(ch2)

And 

Mizim smiled at him, and threaded two golden beads onto the short tufting braids of his beard. “You look very handsome,” she told him.

“For a troll,” Gimrís added cheerfully.

“Gimrís!” Mizim snapped. Her daughter rolled her eyes.

(Ch3)

OH AND AND AND ALSOOOO

“Oh,” Frodo said, and he looked puzzled for a moment. “It seems so strange. I mean, sixty is passing middle-age for a Hobbit, and yet it’s only young to a Dwarf.”

Gimli smiled at him. “Very young. Your uncle met me a few years after the Quest, and no doubt he thought me a very raw and callous youth. Why, I could barely braid my beard properly, and it stuck out in two tufts! Terribly embarrassing. I’m glad none here saw it!”

(Ch11)

LASTLYYYYY

From Follow the Leader:

He bows his head, and then he looks up once more, a sad smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He reaches up and unbinds his short beard before taking out his belt-knife and cutting three locks from it. Hair already dusts the feet of the three statues: some more will not make an appreciable difference. His bright red hair joins the others, to moulder away along with the bones of the honoured dead.

“You bloody sods,” he says, and then he laughs softly. The echoes laugh back: a thousand Gimlis are laughing at him. “My beard is long enough to braid now,” he says to the solemn face of Kíli. “No more tufts. How jealous you would be!”

SO yeah – the answer is yes, he had an awkward tufty time of it for a while. 

Doing my bimonthly reread, now at helm’s deep and wondering… Legolas will sometimes say things to Thorin, with no idea that he’s there. That means that there are probably some times when thorin *isn’t* there, and Legolas is saying these things to actual empty air…

YES. Oh my god, yes – there would absolutely be times when Legolas tries saying something to the Peanut Gallery/Thorin, and he’s actually talking to nothing at all… 

It would make Thorin so, so gleeful to know that :DDD

(cradlesong anon) so this major-key broadbeam cradlesong is becoming, conceptually, what bomfris sings to disith and durin to get them to sleep, so i’m probably going to change some stuff around if thats ok? i just have this image of bomfris rocking two cribs at once and singing them to sleep, and thorin (stonehelm) comes in in the middle and starts humming along, and it’s just very peaceful and quiet and full of love. not super harmonically complex, but just very warm.

(cradlesong anon) pt 2 im changing the lyrics a bit, so it’s for two treasures, and im gonna use your alto line but an octave or two down for thorin. bomfris’ line is gonna stay the same. im just feeling things about bomfris and thorin and little disith and durin and how loved they all are, idk. would that be ok, to change it like that? 

(cradlesong anon) pt 3 i just decided that the tenor line that comes in around measure 32 is going to be bombur singing along from the halls of mahal, watching over his daughter and grandchildren. and now i made myself sad.

Hey Nonnie! Absolutely – go nuts, move it around as much as you like! It’s your thing now, this major version is your baby and you can play around with it in any old way: lyrics, tune, harmonies, anything. It’s all yours, with my enthusiastic encouragement and blanket permission for WHATEVER! I can’t wait to hear what you come up with.

And omg ajhsdglajhasgdfsah that headcanon hurts my heart. A lot. In a completely wonderful, perfectly perfect way. Bomfris and Thorin and their tiny little surprises and BOMBUR HOW DARE YOU augh

actually, now that I come to think of it… wow, that is EXTREMELY fitting for a Sansukh song, that lil

soupçon

of angst in a casserole of love and happiness!

Sansukh Headcanons/Predictions

kailthia:

For @determamfidd

Because I am that person who has a bunch of ideas. Under a cut for recent chapter spoilers, potential future ideas and stuff. Also, is any of this actually canon? No. It’s just me talking in a corner. Read at your own risk.

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omg K…!!! THESE ARE ADORBS. 

I would read the heck out of a “Shit Gimizh Has Put Me Through, by ‘Wee’ Thorin Dwalinul” memoir, i tells you what.