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A tiny Thorin Stonehelm and Dain drabble for you <3

Dain approached a state of wakefulness, brought about by a happy mumbling near his feet in a childish voice. As sensory awareness returned to him, he noticed two things – firstly, that the spot next to him in bed was cold and empty, and secondly, that the small lump near his feet was, in fact, his offspring. Which meant that Thira had gone to work early, despite it being a rest day, and Thorin had wandered into his parents’ bedroom to play. The helpful (and helpfully quiet) servants would have already have fed his lad, but he still liked being near his parents when he could.

Dain cracked an eye open to see Thorin happily pushing his stuffed pig around on the base of the bed, his Thorin toy perched upon it in haphazard state. His son was happily burbling as he pushed his toy around, and Dain’s cousin-toy was moving around to a steady stream of toddlerish “da-da-doom, do-da-da, da-doom-hish.” When Dain’s foot twitched, his son looked up at him, his toy stilling. He grinned when he saw that Dain was awake.

“Da!” he crowed, and began crawling steadily up the bed, toys in hand. The determined expression in his eyes was belied by his rumpled bedclothes, tousled hair, and the touch of dried drool in the corner of his mouth.

Overall, an adorable combination. And Dain wasn’t biased at all, thank you very much.

Thorin finally achieved his goal of reaching his father, and cuddled into Dain’s arms, sticking his head into his father’s beard.

“And a good morning to you, little badger. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes,” came the piping reply, rather muffled by the beard. “Ate a whole cake.”

“A whole cake?” Dain asked, feigning shock. “That means you don’t get any cake while you’re awake for a whole week! Big boys twelve years old should know not to eat too much cake all at once, even if they are asleep.”

Thorin poked his head out of Dain’s beard, pouting slightly. “No cake? I tell Ma about boiled candies. Then we talk.”

Dain tickled his son’s pudgy little tummy, making his lad squeal. “There’s my smart boy. You’re going to be a master diplomat someday, with ideas like that.”  Thorin smacked Dain in the eye with his pig toy as he laughed. “And an excellent warrior,” Dain added, removing one of his hands to feel at his eye. No bleeding, but it would just might bruise.

eeeeeee @kailthia!!!!

lasdkgfashdfsal oh my god adorableeeee. Dain the sneaker of boiled lollies. The Thorin toy! the crawling up the bed! LITTLE BADGER. is not determinedly cuddling her own lil Dwarfling or anything

You are an utter star, thank you SO much!

Do Thorin and Frerin know their maternal grandparents at all? They’re very close to Thror and Hrera so I wondered.

They do! Folgar, a wealthy Guildmaster, and

Aís, a musician, were killed by the Dragon (bloody goddamned Dragon). So the kids were very young when 3 of their 4 grandparents were taken from them in one terrible day.

Folgar is pretty much a Santa-Claus grandpapa. He is white-bearded and chubby and humourous and jolly and forever smoking his pipe, his bright blue eyes twinkling. He is a sharp fellow underneath that, however. Though he does ramble on, and on, and on, and ON – particularly after he has had a cup or two of whiskey. 

Aís was a harpist and singer and lutist. She was quite a power in the Musician’s Guild. There is always that person in any musical or theatrical endeavour, lol! You know the one – they might not necessarily be the one in charge, but they are the one who does everything and drives everything and takes on more tasks than anybody should possibly be able to do? That’s totally Aís. She’s a bit of a social lioness type, too – though she’s never catty or spiteful – she just really, really likes having a good natter. They are a very chatty couple! 

In the Halls, they’re a little sidelined (though

Aís does a LOT of organising reports and things for her poor overworked daughter). They are well-acquainted again with Frerin… but it’s harder to connect with Thorin. 

Yet if you want to find the two Dwarves who are mostly responsible for all the rumours about Thorin’s self-appointed vigilance that float through the Halls? For the near-total admiration for his dedication and determination? 

Well, 

Aís does love to chat with her friends (gossips, every one of them)… and Folgar does have a little group of friends who play darts and drink with him each Friday…

😀

Ficlet – Singing in Bed

Everybody, please go pepper @kailthia with love and kisses and good wishes and fluffy headcanons. K is having a really tough time at the moment.

@kailthia – Some Fris, Thrain and Custard fluff for you. 

Custard woke. She was the only one awake.

This was unacceptable.

She stood up on the end of the bed, where she had slept,
and decided to do something about it. With a flick of a huge bushy tail,
Custard padded over the lumps and hillocks of warm sleeping bodies until she had reached the peaceful, lax faces. Then she sat down on
the Yellow One’s pillow, and began to yowl.

“Mrrraow. Mraw. Mrrrrroaw!”

“Oh, blast it,” came the mumble from the
yellow one.

“Mroawww!” 

Best Dwarf kept sleeping. Best Dwarf, when he
slept, could sleep well.

When he didn’t sleep… well, then Custard had a job to do, didn’t she?

The room had good acoustics. Custard decided to experiment a little. “Mraaaaaaaaaoow! Mrrrr! Mrrrrr-aaaaow! Aoummmmroow!”

“All right, all right!”

The yellow one was awake now, and was
scratching at her ears. Custard congratulated herself on a serenade well sung, and half-slitted her eyes, rolling back
where she lay. 

Under the covers, Best Dwarf was still snoring slightly.

“Good morning,” said Yellow One, and did that odd
teeth-baring thing that Dwarves did when they were happy. “Aren’t you pushy today?”

Custard only purred and hooked a paw around
Yellow One’s hand. Silly Yellow One – Custard wasn’t pushy – Custard was a cat.

It was at that point that Best Dwarf stirred,
groaning a little and rolling over. “Mmm, not getting up,” he mumbled.

“And a good morning to you too, dearest,” said
Yellow One, still doing the teeth-showing thing.

“Fris, why are we up at this hour?” Best One
complained, and his legs moved a little beneath the covers.

Custard’s eyes immediately snapped open. Movement
under the covers was not to be trusted! She
pounced with both her front paws, following the wriggly things. Best Dwarf
swore and chuckled, and the wriggling things ceased their wriggling. His hand
came to land on her cheek, rubbing slightly. “Ferocious little thing, damn it,
your claws can get through two layers of blankets!”

Obviously, Best Dwarf was happy she had done
her duty.

“It wasn’t my idea,” said Yellow One, rubbing at her eyes.
She threw back the covers and stretched. “I’ll go have a wash. Feed your pushy
monster, would you?”

“Yes, yes,” Best Dwarf said, and he sat up. His hair was a
sight to see. Custard wanted to play with it. Perhaps later. “You’re not a
pushy monster, are you, my sweet little darling?” he cooed, and tickled under
her chin.

Yellow One rolled her eyes, and left.

…

So this is more of a headwonder – Do Dwarves have hairdressers? Like Dori (sob!), all his family is gone, so unless he’s hypermobile there’s no way to do those complex braids alone. Given the intimacy of braiding, can it be done for pay? Is it as shameful as hiring a prostitute, or just not spoken about in polite society? Or do solitary Dwarves resort to simple hair and beardstyles, and is that recognised as a sign of mourning? So much hair, so many questions!

dain-mothafocka:

determamfidd:

*stares helplessly at ask*

UH DUNNO. Whoa, I really don’t know, Nonnie! In Dori’s case, he may not have his brothers anymore (*sniffles forever*) but he does have dear friends and companions all around him. Gloin, Dwalin, Bofur, Dis, Orla, Dain – any of the Company or their families would certainly do his hair for him… and try to do it to his exacting standards, heheheh.

I don’t think that getting your hair done by someone who is paid for that purpose would be shameful, tbh. Just very sad. 

IDK. Thoughts?

I guess like another poster said, getting hair done might be like a special beauty treatment as opposed to a routine thing and I definitely think it would be taught in families. I think though as opposed to open hair salons, because the nature of hair is private you’d have a family hairdresser who you’re very familiar with and trust who does the hair of your fam and stuff (in my headcanon with Orocarni dwarves, hair covering/uncovering is different and there are some traditions where dwarves never reveal their hair and/or beard hair to anyone outside family BUT I DIGRESS)

But also I don’t think paying for sex would be automatically taboo in dwarven society like let’s remember we can have completely different social constructs because this is fantasy. Dwarves value work and believe in fair pay and the value of things – sex work is work – therefore it can be likely that views about paying for sex is different.

^ What the Queen said!

Idk if you watch Steven Universe, but I totally get the vibe that Vili is really a lot like Greg Universe, you know? Really nice guy who keeps trying so hard to connect with his son he can’t fully understand/be there for… Idk, he seems really chill in the fic and also so sweet and deals with the fact that he’s not the actual father figure of his sons so well in such a respectful way <3 all of my love to Vili

I haven’t actually ever watched SU – though I have seen a LOT of it on my dash (and oh my god, Steven himself, what a little cutiepie) and I love the look of it, and the messages. Definitely something I will watch eventually!

AWWWWW GREG, he is a sweetie from all I have seen! Yeah, Vili is a lot like that. He’s very low-key, but always tries in his understanding and understated way to be there for his lads. He’s absolutely aware that, although they have learned to love him and call him ‘dad’, he wasn’t able to be that for them. Thorin was their father in all but name. 

Vili doesn’t have any animosity about that, or hold onto any poisonous jealousy for Thorin or anything. He’s a sensible Dwarf, he’s perfectly aware that spite and jealousy would just drive a wedge into everything and eventually the boys would withdraw entirely away from him – well, who wouldn’t? 

Vili looks after Thorin in his warm, humorous and low-key way as well. He worries. They’re unlikely friends. He’s incredibly grateful to Thorin, for being there when he could not, for ensuring that the lads knew what it felt like to be loved by a father-figure. His priority is not ever himself, or his own feelings. 

Vili is a Good Dad, even though he isn’t the one who filled that role in his boys’ life. 🙂

Cute kisses part 2: Vili tucking in Fili and Kili after a late-night sparring session that left them tired out, barely stumbling back to their rooms in the Halls. Fundin going on tippy toes to give Dweris forehead kisses. Groin and Haban cheek kisses. Thror eating messy desserts and giving Hrera messy kisses, she disapproves on principle. Bifori forehead touches that turn into quiet kisses. Gigolas early morning kisses.

ldgfjalgfjlalshda all. of. these.

(FUNDIN ON TIPTOES TO KISS DWERIS GIVES ME WINGS)

So this is more of a headwonder – Do Dwarves have hairdressers? Like Dori (sob!), all his family is gone, so unless he’s hypermobile there’s no way to do those complex braids alone. Given the intimacy of braiding, can it be done for pay? Is it as shameful as hiring a prostitute, or just not spoken about in polite society? Or do solitary Dwarves resort to simple hair and beardstyles, and is that recognised as a sign of mourning? So much hair, so many questions!

*stares helplessly at ask*

UH DUNNO. Whoa, I really don’t know, Nonnie! In Dori’s case, he may not have his brothers anymore (*sniffles forever*) but he does have dear friends and companions all around him. Gloin, Dwalin, Bofur, Dis, Orla, Dain – any of the Company or their families would certainly do his hair for him… and try to do it to his exacting standards, heheheh.

I don’t think that getting your hair done by someone who is paid for that purpose would be shameful, tbh. Just very sad. 

IDK. Thoughts?