For grimminsanity ❤ (Sorry it’s so late!)
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Dís awoke to a bust of hushed giggles and a foreboding thump, and it took her a moment to recall the occasion.
“Hush, Kee, you’ll wake her up!”
“I thought that was the point- Fee!”
Her bed dipped and she suppressed an amused smile, keeping her eyes firmly shut.
“C’mon, Kee, get up before she wakes up!”
Another muffled thump and a sudden pressure as the form of her youngest son landed heavily on her shins.
“Mum! Mama, wake up, it’s your name-day!” Kíli chanted, bouncing slightly. His brother laughed.
“She’s awake, Kee, no need to give her bruises on top of it. Morning, Mum.”
She sat up and smiled at her boys, laying a gentle kiss on both of their foreheads and laying a calming hand on Kíli’s head.
“Calm yourself, love, or you’ll vibrate right off the bed.”
“We made breakfast!” Fíli announced, grinning, as his brother subsided.
Dís gave a theatrical gasp.
“Oh no, we still have a kitchen, right?”
Kíli pulled a face. “Mu~um, Fee’s a good cook!”
She grinned at him, ruffling his hair.
“I know. I was worried about the ‘we’ part of the sentence.”
Kíli scowled and ducked out from under her hand, straightening his wild curls haughtily.
“Well, if that’s the way you want to be”
She laughed and caught both of them about the waist, wrestling them to the bed as they shrieked with laughter.
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Thorin and Dwalin lay before the fire, attempting to entertain a very unimpressed Gimli as Glóin and her sons roared with laughter nearby. Behind her, Balin and Óin were carrying on a quiet conversation next to the kitchen, where a heavily pregnant Mizim was doing incomprehensible things to a large platter of cake containing a baffling mishmash of blackberries, blueberries, and raspberries.
“All right, move it, you old farts, lady with a baby coming through.” Mizim called, pushing past Balin and Óin to plop a slice of cake in Dís’ lap. A chorus of protests arose and Mizim glowered her family into submission.
“Is it your name-day? No? Then be quiet and let Dís eat her cake.”
“But Mum always takes forever,” Kíli whined, flopping onto his back into his brother’s lap.
“I do it deliberately, just to torture you,” Dís informed him seriously.
He released a noise like a dying animal as Fíli laughed at him and tangled his fingers in his hair.
The fire was roaring, her family was laughing, and a smiling Dís sat back in her cushioned throne to savor her cake and survey her kingdom.
Aw Yiss 