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Tag: hrera
Dori and Hrera bonding over knitting. A great stream of knitwear ensues.
saldgflsajgfaljhak TEA AND KNITTING AND TUTTING DISAPPROVAL AHOY
Thror totally plays music for Hrera. She thinks it’s very sweet.
On his whistle. He’s quite good!
Bifur totally makes Thrain and Thror dolls for his shop. They’re fairly popular. You’ll often see small children play tea party with the Hrera and Dori dolls.
AH SO CUTE ❤
Happy headcanon: Thror and Hrera going to some sort of concert. Thrain goes too (old enough to be well-behaved and to enjoy the music, but young enough that he has to stick close to his parents most of the time). It is cute.
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(and Thrain getting sleepy towards the end of the concert and curling up on his mum’s lap as she pats his hair, and Thrain carrying him home)
Somewhere in the background Hrera and Bilbo are commiserating about silly Durin men with their awkward (sexy) bedhead and the muscles and the morning stretches. Just. Urg. *sniff*
Yes. Goddamn them and their hotness. *sips tea irritably*
(Legolas concurs wholeheartedly. *disgruntled elven noises*)
Loni and Frar, the cutest little shits in the halls. Increasing the soppyness levels wherever they are by 4.78%. Never, ever, let them be in the same room as Thror and Hrera. If they are, an imminent Sappy Couple overload is imminent.
PFFFFTHAHAHAHAHA
so sappy, all the sappiness. Everyone within a three-kilometre radius just drowning in the cute.
Hrera is a total deadpan snarker who def. tells dirty double entendres and puns with the straightest of faces and then enjoys watching people implode wondering if she intended it (she did.)
That’s a fun idea! My Hrera wouldn’t do that though. Not in a million zillion years. She doesn’t do crass.
(she’s fine about it in other people, though – her friendship with Forra shows that!)
Fris, though… Fris would definitely do this.
One day Thorin couldn’t get his bedhead under control and had to walk to breakfast with it. Fíli, Kíli and Frerin burst out laughing, Hrera gracefully flies up and Frís smirks. The fathers whistle because he totally didn’t got it from their side.
HRERA WOULD HAVE POUNCED ON HIM FASTER THAN THOUGHT
Hrera totally uses her knitting skills to make things, especially socks, for Thrain, since she knows how chilly he gets.
He was never warm, never. Nine long years of a cold that seemed to seep into his bones and stab its icy fingers into his mind.
The socks are a bit lumpy here and there, and she isn’t very good at turning the heels.
But they are so, so warm.
Aw Yiss 