If you are having a crummy day, then may I suggest browsing through them? They are a gorgeous little shot of sunshine and will bring a smile to your face, bc K is a gem and a genius at cute headcanons ❤
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.
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
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.
Deciding to do The Shops was really a bunch of things.
Firstly, I read some really good Nwalin collabs a while ago. One was War Dogs, by thorinsmut and nowitsaparty, and the other was The Protector by thorinsmut and syntheticcathedral. These fics are great, and planted the idea of doing a collab in my mind.
Then determamfidd started putting Bifori in Sansukh, and chess-ka and I, among others, became shipper trash for this wonderful little rarepair.
Chess-ka was doing some really cool hobbit art, some of it Sansukh related, and some Bifori (her art tag). I really liked it, and ended up writing a short about one of the Bifori ones (find it here) when Chess-ka won my follower forever contest.
So then chess and I were talking about Bifori on and off, and we bounced around the idea of maybe doing some writing/drawing collab. Then we started bouncing around ideas and stuff over skype and google docs and inbox, and The shops was born.
lahsflajgsJFLJhfalJASFJA *MELTS AT THORIN THE DOOF HIDE-AND-SEEKER AWWWW*
So, as you have probably gathered by now, kailthia sent me a whole books-worth of amazing and adorable headcanons a month or two ago, and they are too good not to share! This is the last post, but I totally encourage everybody to go through and read the rest THEY ARE SO CUTE.
These are all the brainchildren of the wonderful kailthia (who is the author of The Shops which everyone should read bc it is lovely). They are like little bite-sized pieces of happiness, the perfect answer to all the angst I churn out! THANK YOU KAILTHIA YOU WONDROUS PERSON.
Aw Yiss 