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Frerinith is really into tea parties. He has tea parties at daycare and tea parties at home. His family members have tea parties all the time – picture Dwalin shoved into a tiny toddler chair with Frerinith, Wee Thorin, and Mumblebee the Bumblebee as table companions, drinking imaginary tea out of the lovely child-sized (and -proof) tea set Dori gave Frerinith for his birthday. (Dain has totally done a few, and loves it). Thorin is laughing his head off.

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Dwalin would be the best at a child’s tea party, though. He would. He’d be determinedly solemnly committed to the whole thing, drinking the tea and clinking the cups and everything.

(he gets the faint feeling that someone is laughing at him – but damn it, his little pebble wants him to take the “cake and bishcits!” and how can anyone say no to that little face???)

Bofur probably sells little costume sets at his toy shop. Like, a Bilbo costume -hobbit feet, a cape, a little toy sword.

OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING

baby Dwarves dressed as BILBO

the bubs with curly hair and/or not much beard yet OH JUST SO PROUD because they “look just like the Dragon Burglar, Mama!”

(Bilbo tagging along with Thorin one day to haunt Erebor, and spluttering for half an hour solid, while Thorin tries very hard not to beam at him and at the bubs dressed as his little thief and isn’t it a lovely day today?)

How different you think the quest/Thorin’s life would’ve been had Frerin survived the battle and lived by his side?

oooooh.

Very different, to be honest. I think Thorin would have been less sombre, less inclined to be alone in his thoughts. He would have laughed more readily. 

I suspect that Frerin would have smoothed over a lot of ruffled feathers during the Quest. I can imagine our quick, cheerful Dawning Sun being his ray-of-sunshine self and charming the socks off every Elf… perhaps not Lindir, of course, but a few food-fights and a few barbed comments towards Elrond (”he made no mention of you”) might have been forgiven far more readily when the nice blond Dwarf is doing some diplomatic schmoozing. 

I doubt Frerin would have failed to spot a frikking gigantic stone dwarf staircase.

IDK, there’s a few ways it could play out, Nonnie! Frerin might also succumb to gold-sickness, or he might not. The way I write him, he’s a peacemaker by nature… and so Bilbo might have had help in his plan. 

I tell you something I know in my bones, though – there’s no way that Frerin would have let Thorin and his nephews (who after all, would have known him, and loved him) GO UP TO RAVENHILL WITHOUT HIM

Imagine Thorin being the Very Best Bro he can be, which is a pretty good brother indeed. He watches out for Frerin, and does his best to make his brother feel needed. He supports Dis whenever he can.

He does that already, so I don’t have to imagine very hard. ❤ Looks after Frerin, never ever makes him feel small or unimportant. Tries to protect him from things that would hurt him. Watches over Dis, does everything he can to ease her grief – up to and including speaking to a Dwarf he barely knows (Gimli) to bring her comfort. 

He’s a very very good big Bro!

(kinda-sorta in response to anon hate, but also just to tell you this) When I read The Hobbit, I never disliked Thorin, but never really clicked with him. He was there, important, but other characters clicked with me better. Then I read Sansûkh. Your reading of Thorin, and depth and compassion therein, made me love him. Maybe experience hadn’t given me a way to look deeper; maybe I was just lazy; but you looked deeper, and put it all out there, and it is amazing.

*hugsssssss*

You’re a total delight. Thank you Nonnie, thank you so so much for telling me. I am so grateful and thankful that my fic touched you, and that the way I write Thorin made you look deeper into him. 

Aragorn meeting Thorin in Arda Remade though, and being like, wow you’re my hero, Bilbo used to tell stories about you, they often gave me courage on my own adventure to reclaim my kingdom

The grey-eyed man was silent upon meeting the Dwarf-Lord. Wordlessly, he bowed low.

The Dwarf seemed puzzled. “And who am I, that the King Elessar should bow to me?”

“No longer Elessar, here,” the Man answered, head still bent and eyes lowered in respect. “All Kingdoms are washed away, the earth purified by fire. No crown has followed me into this new life. But I know you by your manner and bearing, Thorin Oakenshield. Bilbo often spoke of you, and Gimli also. Your tale gave me courage to continue when I would have turned aside.”

The Dwarf smiled. “Then I am glad. For what greater gift could I give than hope?”

And the Man, who had been Hope to so many, smiled in return and lifted his head to meet the Dwarf’s gaze. “I believe I understand what you mean.”

The Dwarf’s eyes were knowing, wise beyond their years as he turned to look out at the new world, shining and gleaming with the dew of a new morning. “If not you,” he murmured, “then who would?”

It’s the Return of the Bride of the Monster of the Night of the HEADCANONPALOOZA!

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

(this is what happens when I am too busy to get to tumblr for a few days, whoops – sorry sorry anons!!!)

BOFUR WOULD HAVE THE BEST GRANDUNCLE JOKES. 

*battle flashbacks at the mention of Frozen* oh god, babysitting scars, I bear them… 

Balinith toddling over to the shelf and declaring “BU!’ and choosing one and bringing it back to his parent to read it to him, until there is a pile fifteen books high beside Dwalin or Orla… aaand probably chucking a wobbly when it’s bedtime, because ‘NO NO NO MORE BU!’ 

(this is actually what the Dwarfling is doing RIGHT NOW. Her favourite is ‘Where is the Green Sheep’ by Mem Fox!!)

And hells YES – Gloin would be full of AMAZING advice (mostly the kind that sounds complicated, but in essence always boils down to ‘teach ‘em to be good Dwarves, and then trust ‘em to be good Dwarves’.)