Tag: headcanony things

Frerinith is probably the shyest, cutest little shit of a toddler. Like, he’ll go up to someone and all seriously ask them if he can tell them a secret. He whispers in their ear, “I’m adorable.” Or when asked his name, he goes, “the cutest.” Also hand-holding with sticky fingers. Or sticking half-chewed candies or snacks to people’s clothes so he can talk, try another food or put hair in his mouth.

omfg it’s so cute I’m gonna melt 

lasgdfljasgfaksjdalsdhgkjshgadfakjshfdgaksjhfda NONNIE 

Some of the dwarves aren’t the greatest cooks and give their family recipe to Bombur who, on one side doesn’t want to make them bc /family recipe/ but still makes them

Awwwwww. 

“Oh, it tastes just as I remember! Thank you, Bombur!”

*ducking head* “Welcome.”

“You’re welcome to keep the recipe, if you’d like. For doing us such a great favour.”

“Oh no, couldn’t possibly! That’s your family’s history, that is! I wouldn’t presume, Mahal forbid.“

“But then… how were you able to re-create it so perfectly?”

“Tried not to look too long at the book? Also, Bofur’s been pouring ale into me since sundown.”

(Same anon as before srynotsry for the angst) In the midst of all the letter reading, Thorin 3 learns that his One has never ridden a pig before. He must correct this oversight and NO it doesn’t matter that she is still pregnant this is IMPORTANT.

(heh, I have no leg to stand on when it comes to angst, Nonnie!)

Stonehelm (very quickly): THIS IS CUPCAKE, SHE’S REALLY GENTLE AND SWEET AND IT’LL BE A REALLY EASY RIDE, WE’LL GO REALLY SLOWLY AND YOU’LL LIKE IT BOMFRIS, PLEASE, SHE’S SO CUTE AND REALLY GOOD-NATURED AND I PROMISE IT’LL BE FUN 

Tuac: You’re seriously not going up on that thing, are you? It’s obviously part-walrus.

Bomfris: Is that A CHALLENGE

I need to see Thranduil reunited with his wife in the grey Havens; so many emotions are needed rn, and just – he deserves to much better than this pain *I have a lot of Thrandy emotions, okay?*

*patpat* Oh, Thrandy. He’s tremendously closed-off, the way I write him. Proud, protective, solitary – and yes, very hurt. 

But please remember too, Nonnie, that events have been intruding upon his cold solitude in a big way lately, thanks to this stupid war. He has discovered, once again, that he is still a part of the world… not only a part, but a powerful part. He can be an active force for good… if he can put aside old disputes.

(And he’s about to discover a truly shocking bit of news… one that might just jolt him out of his long, icy contemplation of his past pain and hurtle him straight into the present moment.)

Just had a cute HC: Boromir survives the quest, and at the end he goes to Hobbiton to visit the hobbits every so often once they’re back home. Him with Sam and Rosie’s kids. All wide-eyed and ‘OMG what is this tiny small thing, I do not remember Faramir being this small’, holding a newborn baby hobbit because he’s a friend to all Hobbits thanks to what Pippin and the others said about him. Hobbit kids clinging to his legs and asking why his feet are so tiny.

Gloin’s probably the guy who keeps a really thorough diary? I mean, accountants are big on writing stuff down. And he wants to leave something behind for his family in case he dies? So he has shelves and shelves of filled diary books. Some are cheap little notebooks from when they couldn’t afford much, some are fancier. He can’t do it while traveling, which annoys him – he finds it helpful to write things down.

Awwww, he would! He definitely would, Nonnie. And he writes the dates on the spines very carefully, and every now and then when someone says something a little odd, he’ll frown and hold up a finger. Wait.

Then he’ll cross the room, tugging out his reading glasses, his white hair edging towards his old red in the candlelight. That finger will slide over the spines, and he’ll select one, ever so delicately. And turn a few pages.

Then he’ll make a noise in his throat like a satisfied bear, before looking up and taking off his glasses. Grim vindication all over his face. “Thought so. You’re a damn liar. Get out o’ my office before I kick you out.”

anon who wrote the thira and thorin 3 and bomfris looking through old baby things post – Dain’s in-case-I-die letters all have many drawings of pigs, complete with lovely calligraphy naming said pigs, and while all of this is happening, Dain is watching with some of the Dead Dwarf Peanut Gallery and is in Desperate Need of a handkerchief. It is not much better when they read out Bombur’s letters, which includes Bomfris’ favorite recipes, which Thorin tries to make to cheer her up. (he fails)

OH GOD OH NONNIE

look, just. here you go.

Speaking of “in case I die when you’re too young” letters, imagine who else has written these letters, as well as general “in case I die untimely” letters. Dis and Thorin both have stashes for Fili and Kili. Vili was skeptical, but Dis managed to get him to dictate one or two. Gloin did a pile before the quest for Erebor. All the letters before the war of the ring – Dwalin especially, having lost both his parents young.

lksdgfa;sdhsjaljgsalgfakjsh

(the ones from Thorin and Dis for the lads, though… Dis would find them after, and know that they were never meant for her. She would keep Vili’s as well, stained and rumpled from so many years of being crushed in the bottom of one of Fili’s drawers. She would have so many of these letters, all addressed to someone else.

Nobody would have expected her to outlive her children, after all.)

I actually already have Gimli writing a pile of these in Sansukh – he hands them to Gloin when they say farewell at Rivendell. One for Dis, one for the King, one for Gimris and Bofur, one for Gimizh. And one for his parents, of course. 

Gloin and Dwalin definitely would have written lots of just-in-case letters because of losing their parents at Azanulbizar… in fact, I believe Gloin would probably have written a novel (he’s a very organised Dwarf, is Gloin). Dwalin’s would be softer, though… and full of all the things he doesn’t say aloud. 

What if Bofur sells little fake beards for kids in his shop? Made out of scrap yarn, with little beads and braids. Possibly with attached helmets. Wee Thorin was attached to a bright yellow beard for a few years, and Frerinith likes to put it on sometimes and plays hairstylist with it. Gimizh had a very pink one with a helmet that clashed horribly with his hair.

THIS IS A V CUTE HEADCANON NONNIE

BUT

IS IT BAD THAT ALL I CAN SEE IS THIS SCENE FROM LIFE OF BRIAN