Tag: mizim

How do you think the dwarves, both alive and in the Halls, celebrate Mother’s Day? Do they celebrate it?

goooood question.

I am not actually sure, to be honest. the current celebration known as Mother’s Day in western culture was born out of a Methodist woman’s efforts to recognise her own mother’s amazingness, according to wikipedia and history.com

I’m not sure how that ties into the whole Jewish Dwarves parallel… would anyone with more insight and experience be interested in sharing some of it? No pressure, tho.

TBH, I like that there is a Mother’s Day, but my feelings towards it are similar to the ones I hold for Valentine’s Day. It’s nice, but I don’t need a big ole day every year to tell my mother (or partner) how much I love and appreciate them. I don’t need a day for an excuse to spoil them every so often.

So yeah, with my own personal preferences stated, I like to think that (in Sansukh, anyway) someone as effusively affectionate as Gimli would be all about the spontaneous offering of affection towards Mizim. “I made this comb for you, just because I love you.” “Here’s a cup of tea, Amad.” “I made dinner! It’s only a little burnt!”

He wouldn’t need a day to tell him to do that 🙂

it feels like time for another HEADCANONPALOOZA!

(sorry so sorry, I would love to answer these individually but they’ve piled up on me again, and I am currently devoting my miniscule free time to writing. Oh what a joy it is to be back at work, with two people’s workloads…)

These are freaking adorable! (I like all these new piggies, but Petal is still prettiest piggy. tbh I don’t think Dain even asks people if they want one any more. Too many refusals. They just materialise. Inexplicable pigs!) THAT THRAIN ONE W THE GOATS. And warm snuggly Gloin is mmmmm yes yes okay, lucky girl Mizim. You hug that warm soft furry Dwarf. YES YES TO FRERINITH WITH PAINTED NAILS. yESSSS. Custard, you – you cat you!!! and awwww, Mirkwood elves are putty before the power of the tiny Dwarf child 🙂

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12,

Mizim makes cupcakes with the Trouble Troupe and lets them decorate two each. Wee Thorin’s look nice enough, a solid effort. Balinith’s are Very Precise and show good line use. Gimizh is all “how much icing can this cupcake support?” Frerinith ate a bunch of icing and put something that vaguely resembles smily faces on his cupcakes.

pfffft sounds like a recipe for total disaster. 

Gimizh would have gotten into a fight in under two minutes over hogging the icing bag, no doubt (he would have kept piping it into his mouth, the little grotty thing)

Gimli-fam at Minas Tirith has another logical conclusion… Faramir is familie’d. Like, so hard. He gets kid snuggles and parent chats and sibling advice. So much family. And the keep doing it after they leave? So, Mizim sends him socks and cookie recipes, Gimris reminds him to eat his veggies and to put on his hat. Gloin talks about that nice ranger boy to the people at Erebor and sends good people for trade to Ilithien.

YESSSSSSSS

So … what if most of Gimli’s family goes with the Ereborean contingent to Aragorn’s coronation. So awesome and awkward. Gimris is squawking like a chicken. Mizim is mothering people aggressively. Gimizh is everywhere – twice. Gloin is about to burst because people are constantly telling him how awesome Gimli is.

AWWWWWWW

Lmao, Gimris and Eowyn in the same room might just be more determined warrior/healer ATTITUDE than Middle-Earth can cope with

Gimizh would be spoiled rotten, good gracious, everyone marvelling at one of the rarely-seen Dwarven children, he’s so CUTE, Gimli would be so PROUD

So Groin lived until Gimli was in his 40s … Imagine Groin with his grandbabies. Cuddles and walks and 100% proudest grandpa. Groin takes Gimli out so Gimris can nap uninterrupted, and takes both kids out so Gloin and Mizim can have some quiet time. Gimli is sure that his grandpa is the nicest, bestest grandpa ever. Gimris loves his cookies (so does Dwalin, who comes over often to snarf them).

I KNOOOOOOWWWWWW – I love that Gimli actually got to know one of his grandparents, goodness knows it would have been a rather rare event in that generation!

Awwwww Gimli and Gimris and adoring sweetheart grampy Groin, AWWWW

So Dis has lots of bad days on the many birthdays and death-days of her many relatives. Does she prefer to be alone on these times, or do her family and friends come in to distract her? (Dain totally would come and tell stories with her – with beer). Dwalin and Balin might come and sit with her for a while, enjoying some pipes.

Oh yes, Nonnie, she would have company. Though Dis often believes herself to be alone, she is by no means forgotten. 

Dori is always an unobtrusive presence, pouring tea and shifting the plate of biscuits closer to her hand. He knows, far better than most, how she feels. 

(She does something similar for him, on certain days.)

Dwalin plies her with far too much to drink, and they laugh and complain long into the night. He ends up snoring on her hearth, and she falls asleep in her grandmother’s armchair, and they both have terrible heads in the morning… but it’s worth it.

Dain brings beer and stories, definitely. He hums quietly under his breath, to make the place less empty. He’s quieter than usual, on those days… but now and then he brings something new, discovered in the moldering archives or in the tunnels. A letter written by her father. Her mother’s harp (desperately needing re-stringing). Her grandfather’s favourite worry-stone, the runes nearly worn smooth. The record of Frerin’s birth, and the list of songs and ceremonies that greeted his presentation.

That always hurts. But it’s a welcome hurt, and a dear one. She will cry when he brings her these things… but then he often does too, and that’s why. That’s why.

Balin doesn’t need to say a damn word. Balin can just look at her with those old, knowing eyes, and she can feel it sizzle in the air between them.

Mizim and Gloin invite her to their rooms, full of arguing and fondness and love. There, Dis will knead dough for the next day’s bread and bicker with Gloin, as Mizim fires off the occasional random snarky comment, and Gimli and Gimris squabble like Dwarflings of twenty. Then when the meal is ready, Gloin will clear his throat and raise a toast to the departed, and Dis will not answer, only hold her glass high. 

Later, Gimli will rest his head upon her knee, and she will comb out his hair with slow, soft motions. Her fingers linger in that mass of blood red, soft and thick, as coarse as Fili’s ever was. Not Kili’s, though. Kili’s was smoother. 

(She knows he doesn’t care to have his hair fussed with. She knows that not even his mother is permitted this.)