Thror sems like the kind of guy who keeps treats for pets all around his apartment and has a few in his pocket. Also sweets for kids and sad people.

Thror is 9000% the guy who will listen patiently as other people vent, but can’t do it himself. Just can’t. 

(Custard knows that Thror is a sure bet for kitty treats. He’s also pretty good at under-the-chin skritches. She likes to settle on him and knead away with her paws, her eyes slitting with happiness as he absently pats her.)

Do Thror and Gror do brother-y things in the Halls? Like, hang out and craft things together and be marginally less gloomy?

Hey, they’re not always grim! Thror is a deadpan snarker of supreme skill, to my mind 🙂

Yeah, I think Gror would be a bit of an outside ear for Thror. Not so involved in all the manic drama that is the watching of the Quest – a good confidante! They’d have a beer and chat, and Thror would grumble and then Gror would pat his back, and they’d sing old songs from the Grey Mountains, before the Dragons ever came.

Is messy hair a Durin thing? Like the nose and the angst?

LOL, the hereditary Durin angst! very accurate!

I don’t actually think so – Before death, Thorin’s hair was remarkably photogenic well-behaved. It’s only since his death that he’s been struggling with it!

Fili’s hair is lovely, as we all know. Thrain’s is enviable. Like, hellooooo sir. 

And Thror’s should be enshrined as hair-and-beard perfection, tbh. 

(I bet that this is all Hrera’s painstaking work, though…)

Even the extended Durin line we see in the films has hella hair. I mean, Balin’s is plain as plain – but pure white and absolutely lovely. Dwalin might be bald, but it is long at the back – also beard respect. Oin’s hair is FABTACULAR, curly braids ftw!! And Gloin’s – welp. Nuff said. My fave hot dad also has my fave hair and beard. And both are A GLORIOUS ABUNDANCE. 

And then, ofc, there is the fiery magnificence that is Dain. 

The only dwarf of the Durin line we see with fairly scruffy hair is Kili, I suppose. And even then it’s not scruffy-scruffy, more “movies-scruffy” (it appears that Dwarves do not frizz even in wet weather. Bastards). 

Hrera totally arranges for a giant pile of pillows in her apartments in the Halls before Thror dies. Because preparation never hurts.

Okay, sadness ahoy…

I think she probably began making them the minute she began watching Thror in the waters. Pillow after pillow, each one a product of her frustrated love. All in the knitting she so disliked – but her hands had to do something, they had to work on something. Each one as fine as she could contrive, covered in angular patterns and little bobbles and tassles at the corners, names and pictures, the works.

The pile on the cold side of the bed would grow higher, and she would turn to it again and again over the course of those terrible years. Because she had grown used to so many pillows at night. Because she was lonely and worried and frantic. Because when she rolled over, it felt right when something soft met her arms – even if it didn’t snore gently or have terrible bedhead or snuffle into her embrace.