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Dis headcanon: Dis tried to keep busy while Thorin, Fili, and Kili were away on the quest, so she decided to make something for each of them. For Thorin, she added jewels to a dagger he’d made, runes for protection and a long life. For Kili, she had someone make a beautiful case for his art supplies and bought a few new ones, replacing ones that needed it. For Fili, she made him a few new beads for his braids (he was so proud of his mustache braids). She couldn’t look at them after the battle.

*whimpers very quietly* aaargh. 

I had a sad HC and wanted to share the misery. Vili watching from the Halls, watching Dis, of course, but watching his boys growing. Starting to cheer Fili on when the he first starts his lessons, before realizing that his son will not hear him. Beginning to encourage Kili and give suggestions to Dis when she moves him from nursing to mushy food, only to realize…he’ll never be able to do that. Most of his memories of his sons (pre-battle) come from watching them and knowing they won’t remember

THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR

I must know, dets: who do you think those three mysterious dwarves that traveled with Bilbo when he left Bag End *were*?

Awwww, Nonnie – depends on how “AU-ish” I feel at the time, I guess! But here are three possibilities, and feel free to nick ‘em

1. The three Dwarves are friends or the children of friends. Bilbo would have made the acquaintance of a LOT of Dwarves following BOTFA. There is also the nearby Dwarf settlement of Ered Luin: no doubt some Dwarves still travelled between Erebor and the Blue Mountains. 

2. The three Dwarves are Company members – Dori, Nori, Bifur, Bofur, Dwalin, Gloin all would have been available to go for a little journey (Ori, Oin and Balin are… elsewhere, and Bombur would not have been able to travel by then.)

3. The three Dwarves are our three “dead” friends of the Line of Durin, who have been hanging out around the Shire for quite some time, lying low. Or perhaps their reappearance is what prompts Bilbo to long for adventures again? That gives an entirely new flavour to the motives behind the Long-Expected Party, and Bilbo’s disappearance, hmmm gdi I would totally read a fic about that, aargh

Oooh, ANOTHER Headcanonpalooza! That makes this one Part 8!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,

(seriously, if you need a smile, read through these. They’re all SO. DAMN. CUTE.)

FAT BABY FRERIN IS GODDAMN REAL AND TRUE. and aaargh, little scowly Fili with the important little stare, that outraged toddler stare is the absolute best. 

Awww, and I really feel Dori’s pain here *looks sadly at where orange crayon has yet again been applied on the walls and couch and doors*

what are your head canons for thranduil’s wife?

Awww, thank you for asking! Spoilers under the cut:

I have named her ‘Aelir’ (”Birdsong”) and she was a Silvan Elf, not a Sinda. Her hair was very pale gold, rather than the Sindar white/silver. 

She was incredibly close to the trees, even more than is usual for Elves. She would have been the sort of Elf who began ‘waking up the Trees, teaching them to speak’ and walking with the Ents, had she been around in the Age of the Lamps, for example. 

She was tall and athletic, and never wore gowns or jewels except for a single necklace of white gems, a courting gift to her from her husband. She always wore green, and usually went barefoot, with grass-stains on her feet. Thranduil courted her for decades, fascinated by her strength and her freedom and her wisdom and her gentleness, all the joy she found in her home and in the things that grow. She was not a skilled and deadly warrior, as he was – but she was quite a wild thing nevertheless, forever clambering into the canopy of the trees like a squirrel, or flitting through the forest, constantly singing to the leaves and the sky. She hated the idea of being confined to formality and pomp (not unlike Bomfris, but of course Bomfris wouldn’t give two hoots about trees) – but in those days Thranduil was gentler and less chilly, and his tenderness and respect eventually won her over. She carefully unearthed his deep-buried heart as though it was one of her beloved trees, and she coaxed it back into bloom. They would dance amidst the leaves season after season, lost in the whispering of the wind. 

She loved completely, and fully – her husband, her children, her home. Her elder two boys were much like Thranduil in demeanor, dignified and reserved (though Laerophen gained her lanky height, and Laindawar had her lithe, squirrelish strength and her delight in the woods). However, her third child was most like her in spirit – in wide-eyed love with the world, singing constantly and heedlessly, sensitive to the green, slow unspoken world of growing things. (ALSO he managed to inherit her slightly obvious and oblivious manner!!)

As Thranduil became more and more involved in trying to keep his Kingdom free from the taint of the growing darkness, he missed the first signs in his wild Silvan wife. By the middle of the Third Age, Aelir had sickened greatly, practically reflecting the sickness creeping through the wood, and it was too late for any healer to halt its progression. The only cure was to go over the sea, to Valinor, where healing would come. 

But once there, there is no coming back. No ship comes East through the mists.

It was an awful time. For all of them. And yet another loss for Thranduil to endure, surrounding his heart in yet another layer of ice. All he has left, he clings to all the more tightly.