*massive beaming grin* DWARVES, RIGHT?!?
Tag: thror
Thror is so proud of his grumpy fussy little wife. So many heart eyes.
SO PROUD. He is so incredibly proud of Hrera, it is something he can hardly contain at times. His fierce, queenly, regal, proud Hrera! Broadbeam to the core, harder than steel, enduring as the mountains, terrifying as a whole flock of dragons. And oh, her fussing – he missed it so, that fussing.
I posit that one of the things that made Hrera change her mind about Thror and Erebor was watching her arranged hubby-to-be play patty-cake with a friend’s toddler. She went “oh shit he’s cute!”
It is terribly, terribly attractive to me when a bloke is good with kids. Oooh yus, I like this headcanon Nonnie!
Bittersweet headcanon ahoy! Forra made the whistle that Thrain is playing in that little expose. Thror got it for a name day, and loved it. Carried it everywhere for years, and had it in his pocket when the cold-drake came and ruined his life for the first time. It wasn’t really valuable enough to sell, so he kept it and cherished it, eventually giving it to Thrain.
OH WOW NONNIE
THAT IS SO SO SWEET AND SO SO PAINFUL
I LOVE IT
I’m giving myself the sads Imagining Thror and Hrera in the immediate aftermath of his death. Because Thror would be a total wreck, and Hrera would just turn up the fussing to 120% as she is so worried. She cooks and braids and cuddles. And it helps a little.
AUGH
Actually, it’s a collection of scrapbooks. Organized by date. There is a designated shelf. There are little drawings. Hopeless romantic kid!Thorin used to stare at them and sigh. (He wasn’t allowed to open them because of NSFW content)
OH THROR OH HRERA
YOU PAIR OF SAPS YOU CUTIES
(pfffft not for little eyes, Thorin)
I dunno, Thror totally seems like the kind of guy who leaves cutesy little love notes all over for Hrera to find. She has a scrapbook. It’s adorable.
*meep*
*grabs (very surprised) cat*
*buries face in fur*
*SQUEALS*
TOO. CUTE.
Expecting some massive crushing Durin guilt when little Durin grows up and reclaims Moria. Hrera practically pulls her hair out by the roots worrying about her hubby and her son. Dain worries frantically for his grandkid.
OUCH NONNIE.
Thror and Gror having a state visit after Nain is born where they just go and hang out for a while, leaving weedy fifteen-year-old Thrain with the baby. They come back to find them both asleep. Nain is mostly on Thrain’s head, bottom in the air.
AUGH TOO MUCH CUTE I MUST BECOME ONE WITH THE PILLOW
Happy headcanon: Thror and Gror prank the hell out of each other. Gror is the current winner as he spattered yellow dye on some of Thror’s underwear. Not all of them. and not the whole undergarment. Just enough to look suspicious.
awwwwww ❤ My heart belongs to solemn, stately Dwarves with silly senses of humour, I stg.
(Thror will come into his own when Gror next combs his beard. He packed that brush with glitter. Glitter. Glitter everywhere. And once glitter has entered your life, it takes months to leave, hahaha. Shiny sparkly beard!)
Aw Yiss 