Okay, but imagine Thranduil realizing how many DWARVES he is now related too. (Suck it up, man, at least your son is happy).

Elrond: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Thranduil: Shut up.

Elrond: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Thranduil: I mean it. Shut up. 

Elrond *wiping eyes*: ahhhhh aha hahaha ahaaaa oh Iluvatar, oh Elbereth, my sides… will they call you the Perenfeng1, do you suppose? *giggles uncontrollably*

Thranduil: Are you done?

Elrond *chances a look at Thranduil’s face – and loses it completely*: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Thranduil: *sighs and swigs straight from the bottle*

1. enfeng = sindarin, “Dwarf” n. singular, specifically one of the Longbeards. Therefore ‘Perenfeng’ would mean ‘half-dwarven’, just as ‘Peredhel’ means ‘half-elven.’

Dain keeps on drawing/making/creating little piggies and leaving them around Thorin’s room and workspace. Thorin came back to his room one day to find a pig drawn in (Hrera’s) mascara on his mirror. Every reflective surface in his forge has a sooty pig drawn on it at some point, as so some of the walls. Thorin’s hairbrush gets legs, ears and a tail while he’s at breakfast (later, so does his sword). His regular eating place has a piggie carved into it.

PIGGIES. 

(I am now trying to imagine what Thorin would do in retaliation for the pigbrush and the mascara-piggie. Put mascara on Dain’s piggies, possibly. Or perhaps he would carve Hobbity flowers clenched between all the decorative piggies’ teeth. Pffft.)