Dori totally goes on an agressive mothering spree in his first few months in the Halls. Nori and Ori (and pretty soon, Bifur) are awash in new clothes and knitwear. Their hair is braided. They are fed massive amounts of food. Dori meets Bifur’s mom and makes an especial cause of feeding her.

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Bomris and Dori. Dori and Bomris. 

BOMRIS AND DORI.

He’d be so gentle. She’d be so gentle. THEY’D BE SO GENTLE. 

Okay so I already have a lot of feelings about Dori meeting his brothers again in the Halls, but what about his mother? Dori apologizing to her over and over for not protecting his brothers well enough, and Zhori hugging him tight and telling him that’s nonsense, that she’s grateful that he worked so hard to keep the family together for so long after she was gone. Dori breaking down crying, because he’s had to BE the oldest and the parent for so long that he’s forgotten how it felt to HAVE one.

SLOW DOWN THERE SATAN

I am rereading Sansukh for the *cough* time, and I am currently very amused at Gimli referring to Ori as “dear little Ori” when Ori is about a decade older than he is. Poor Ori, forever destined to be seen as the little one even when he’s grown up ^^

Gimli is being such a twit there – he hasn’t seen Ori in twenty-five years, so his memory of Ori is of a Dwarf younger than he is now, hahaha! Ori was 127 when he died, and at the time of LOTR, Gimmers is 140.

(but he really should give Ori some more credit. GIMLI. *shakes head* I adore you, but really!)

I’m thrilled you enjoy it so much, Nonnie! Thank you!

In the same vein of Dori’s similarities to Mrs Weasley, I’m imagining Nori and Ori watching him harangue the other dwarves whilst preparing for the siege and just rolling their eyes. “The idiots are letting him get into his stride. You need to head him off early or he just builds up this head of steam and rants for hours… look, they can’t even dodge the hanky. Useless lot.”

HAHAHA – oh, what about Ori and Nori marking each Dwarf out of ten for Dori-management?

“Eight out of ten, not bad. Brought out the tea and everything. Lost points for arguing. Waste o’ time, that.”

“Oh, what a colossal twit. Three out of ten. Tried to pick him up. And stared at his bottom. Absolutely deserved that punch – and the fussing afterwards.”