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Thorin And Dis - Blog Posts
A drawing of Thorin that baby Dis got ahold of and added some important details that the artist left out (sorry Dis)
Can i reblog this 7 trillion times? This is the cutestestest thing ever. (No composure. I just woke up)
More family shenanigans...
Wow I’m literally so sorry
Scary queen ðŸ˜
Dis you are the queen of my heart🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
She’s just such a perfect woman
Hey, come here.. let me tell you something..
Dwobbit Frodo loves his Aunt Dis.
Frodo might be a tornado with a sword but he’s also rather sensitive by dwarven standards and while Dis is as tough as a steel capped boot she’s also a dame and a mother and loves her sulky, sensitive little nephew.
Frodo: *storming into Dis’s Chambers* I’ve had enough! I just can’t!
Dis: *looking up from a length of chain she was closing* Oh?
Frodo: *Standing there with his hands balled in his shirt lip quivering* they make fun of me! Even- even when I beat them! Even when I train harder and fight better
Dis: *standing and bonking her head against her nephew with a chuckle* that’s called jealousy dear one.
Frodo: they aren’t jealous of me! They said I’m a cry baby
Dis: a cry baby hmm? Sounds like a peddle a used to know
Frodo: Dwarves don’t cry..
Dis: ah but this one did, all the time, even now I think he weeps when no one is looking for he has a lot to cry about
Frodo: who?
Dis: Thorin
Frodo: WHAT!? âdâ doesn’t…what?
Dis: yup! Your father was a the biggest cry baby of them all even at your age!
Frodo: *stunned*
Dis: I’m pretty sure that’s why he sulks when he’s upset because if he spoke loudly his voice would crack…
Frodo: *wipes his eyes and laughs* that’s horrible!
Dis: just.. don’t tell him I told you or there will be a royal funeral
Frodo: for who?
Dis: who ever loses the death match your âdâ would challenge me to for telling his son he has emotions other then angry and hungry
Frodo: *well and truly cheered up* Thanks zâmar *bumps heads with her lightly and runs off to go back to his training*
Dis: *watching that that little mop of black hair disappear out her door* Mahal.. Frerin would have loved that boy