Tag: headcanony things

It’s been established that Thorin does Bad Uncle Dancing, but does Dain do Bad Dad Dancing? Do Thorin Stonehelm, Fili, and Kili cower in a corner, complaining about their family?

Dain would be the BEST Bad Dad Dancer. No shame whatsoever. He gets REALLY INTO IT. 

Fili would probably be face-palming next to the red-eared, cringing Stonehelm…

but lbr here, Kili is probably dancing as well, with even more enthusiasm and gusto than either Thorin OR Dain. Likely on top of a table. Bc he is a nerdy happy puppy

AARGH – these all turned up in the LAST DAY, and you know what that means? *puts detective hat on. dons monocle* I POSIT THAT @kailthia IS AT IT AGAIN, DISTRIBUTING CUTE HEADCANONS WITH RECKLESS ABANDON, EXHIBITING A TRULY OUTRAGEOUS GENEROSITY AND KINDNESS

so, this is now headcanonpalooza part 7! We all need some sweetness and shmoop to start our new year ❤

(Thank you, K! *snuggles*)

The first 6 installments are here:  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 (I thoroughly recommend reading through them, they never fail to bring a smile!)

Dis has found a bunch f her family’s pipes in Erebor and uses them regularly. But she uses one of Folgar’s the most, because it reminds her of her cuddly smoky chatty grandpa.

*wibbles* SCUSE ME I HAVE A BIT OF SENTIMENT IN MY EYE.

Dis, hard and grey-haired and cold, but still using her dear little chubba white-bearded grandpa’s pipe. All that endless loving chatter filling her ears once more, and the hazy memory of his crinkling, round-cheeked, beaming smile lingering in the air, like the smoke – help. 

Thorin, in the Shire, (having survived and married his One True Hobbit Love, obviously), surrounded by a horde of tiny, itty bitty, long-haired fauntlings all demanding he braid their hair, because, “You can do those special dwarf braids, right, Mr. Thorin?” And Thorin, of course, is a sucker for their big, wibbly eyes.

(OBVIOUSLY YES!)

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and he has never quite managed baby-fine, super-curly Hobbit hair either, and so he is irritated with the unevenness of the braids, reaching out several times with a muttered, “now, hold still a while longer and just allow me to redo that last one…”… but to every Hobbit child they are beautiful and amazing and they won’t let him take them out. 

And while he is concentrating so hard on the fauntlings’ hair, Bilbo is watching from the seat before Bag End, his forgotten pipe dangling in his hand, a fond smile on his lips and a massive swell of love pushing his heart against his ribs. Because here is his dignified Dwarven King, these days, and oh, it is so good to see him happy.

(and, too, some scamp has threaded daisies into Thorin’s own hair, and he hasn’t noticed yet.)