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Shadows of the Past	By : LadyLaran Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 12317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s Note - We want to thank everyone for being so patient with us. Rogercat and I both had personal losses in the family, and it’s been difficult for both of us. Thank you all so very much for your understanding and patience. We hope you enjoy this.

Disclaimer – We do not own “the Hobbit,” “The Silmarillion,” or “Harry Potter.” We do not make money from this story.

Chapter Thirteen - Arrivals

“Lovely. Really wonderful. Sometimes I really wonder why I am remaining here instead of sailing to Valinor,” the elf grumbled.

“Because you know that no one else can do the paperwork in the same manner as your do and the library would suffer because of it?”

Hari had helped Erestor to clean the office after a small prank from the twins. It had been nothing harmful, just the classic prank of a bucket with water above the door when opening it and the papers being in the wrong order.

“Must be that. Although sometimes I wish that they could marry some nice elf maidens and settle down with their own children so they will finally know what terrors they were themselves.”

She gave a small laugh at that, shaking her head while continuing with her task. However, in the middle of sweeping the floor, Hari spied Lindir going to the front courtyard. Were travelers arriving?

Curious now, she poked her head out of a window and a slow smile curved her lips when she spotted a company of dwarrow with what looked like a hobbit, wizard, and a cloaked form supported by the wizard. The group angled just right, and she recognized one of the dwarves in the group.

“Fili,” she whispered, heart racing as she eyed the blond.

Since the first dream she’d shared with him, he had grown in many ways. He was taller and bulkier than he had been, and she knew he was a keen warrior now that he was of age and had stepped into the role of his uncle’s heir. She was quick to notice that he had grown even more handsome than ever becoming a blond lion of a dwarf!

She had been a support for him, even after returning to Arda. He knew she was in the same world now, and the pair had promised to find each other whenever it was possible. Their bond had grown even more, and she’d finally told him of who she had been now that she had full confirmation. Fili had taken it well, easing her worries as he listened to her fears. He had spoken of this quest during the dreams, and she’d admitted to hoping that their paths would cross while he was on his way to Erebor.

With shaking hands, she set the broom down and left the office, going into a covered pathway just as Elrond and his hunting party returned and began circling the group. Hari shook her head, loathing this practice of intimidating others; she had been working on the elves of Imladris to drop the ridiculous hatred between the two races, but it had been slow going.

As Elrond hurried over and carefully removed the hood from the tall person at Gandalf’s side, she saw who it was as well, despite the pale and starved face: Maglor, the last survivor of her old family. A mix of different feelings went through Hari’s heart as Celebrimbor’s memories flooded her mind for a moment. Recalling how she had disowned them because of that horrible Oath and the kinslaying, she tried to calm down. Perhaps one day she may find it in herself to forgive her family for their horrible deeds but not now. The pain was still too fresh in many ways even after all this time.

The company was escorted to a place to clean up, and Hari decided she would surprise Fili as she wanted to meet her dearest friend face to face finally. Her heart raced with excitement as she went back to her rooms, determined to dress up for this meeting. She quickly bathed and changed, donning a dress that matched her eyes.

Despite the elvish features she had gained when her past memories had surfaced and merged with her own, Hari did not grow past five feet in height, which she knew was due to the bad nutrition and care she’d received as a child. Looking at it now, she knew it was because the extra height would be more of a hindrance here than a blessing.

Unaware of it, her magic started to act on its own and for a moment, she held a glamour of her past self over her body. There was no doubt who it was; anyone who had seen the old paintings of Celebrimbor and Narvi from Moria and Erebor would have recognized the elf shown in the glamour.

The witch hurried from her room, hoping to find her friend and visit with him.

Fili had removed his pack and his outer clothing, sitting down on the bed to remove his boots so he could air his feet for a while before dinner, when he spotted something in the mirror in a corner. A tall figure showed up in the glass from the hall, and he could see it was a male elf with dark brown hair and blue eyes.

“Celebrimbor?”

The image changed from a male elf into a shorter human female with black hair and green eyes. It was a person Fili knew better than he knew his own brother, and he rose to hurry to the door.

“Hari?”

She smiled, beaming at him, and he joyfully hugged her, picking her slender form off of the ground as he spun happily.

“I can’t believe it; you’re really here, my emerald-girl.”

“I am, my lion,” she said, looking happy as she was set on her feet. “I did say we were going to meet; I just didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Not exactly by uncle’s choice,” Fili admitted with a laugh. “I’m glad of it though.”

“As am I,” the witch answered, heart full of joy. “There’s so much to tell you.”

“I do not doubt it. Are your hands all right,” he asked, having worried about that particular injury she had suffered at the hands of the dark lord.

Seeing the heavy scarring of her hands in real life was a jolt to Fili’s heart, and he gently took her hands in his own as she answered.

“They ache in the cold or rain, but they still have their full mobility. Which is good because it would have bothered me to lose my ability to craft,” she admitted, letting him hold her hands.

“I am glad to hear that,” he said softly. “I know how much your craft means to you in this life and for you to lose it, I think my heart would break alongside yours.”

She blushed slightly, not losing her smile. Of all the people who knew her secret, Fili had not expected anything of her outside of her friendship and she was glad for that.

“Before we leave for dinner, you need to know that we brought someone with us that might upset you,” he said to her.

“I saw him,” Hari said, sighing as she did so. “I hope Elrond and Gandalf won’t announce who I am. Glorfindel, I know, won’t but he understands why I don’t want any ties with those I share blood with. While he acknowledges the evil he has done, Elrond still sees Maglor as the father figure he loves and I know he might want to see some sort of reconciliation happen. As much as I loved my uncle, there are old scars in me because of the Oath and what my kin did to others.”

“This must be your choice, not his,” the dwarf answered softly. “I will support you, no matter what, Hari.”

“Thank you, my lion,” she told him, smiling gently at him as she rested her forehead against his.

She heard the chime to call for dinner and rose to her feet.

“Come, I’ll lead you to the dining room,” she said, waiting for him to put his boots back on.

Once he was ready, he offered her his arm, which she took and guided him to the formal dining room where Lord Elrond often supped with his guests. As they entered, Thorin spied his heir with a small woman in tow and wondered at who she was.

The king-in-exile watched as Elrond gestured for her to sit with them at the lord’s table, but it seemed she had noticed the person they had brought to Rivendell with them. She murmured something to his eldest sister-son, and Fili shook his head slightly as he answered the lady quietly. He escorted her to the table, helping her into the seat beside Acacia and not where Elrond had indicated where she should sit, and then he took a seat beside her, across from his brother.

There was a slight pause in the conversation before Gandalf broke it, giving the girl a smile.

“My lord Elrond, this is Thorin’s heir, Fili, son of Dis,” he said. “Thorin, this is Lady Harriet Potter who is currently residing in Lord Elrond’s home. Hari, this is…”

The wizard was cut off by a sweet sounding voice, and the eldest dwarf hid his smile as she ignored the one Gandalf tried to introduce. If she could handle the meddling Istar like this, he could grow to like the lass.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Your Majesty,” she said to him.

“As it is to meet you,” he answered back in a civil tone.

Fili was fairly impressed his uncle was keeping his temper considering how many eves were around. He’d barely kept a civil demeanor around Maglor, which hadn’t been easy when Ori had remembered who the elf was and the crimes he’d committed. If there was one thing dwarrow held in common with elves, it was that kin-slaying was considered an abomination.

Gandalf hadn’t been too pleased with the less than warm manner in which any of the company had when dealing with their ‘guest,’ but Balin had informed the wizard that this was as polite as it was going to get considering the elf was a kin-slayer. For once, the Istar had no snappy rejoinder about that and had spent time talking to the elf while minimally interacting with the company.

After Hari had confirmed she was the reincarnation of Celebrimbor, she had explained the feelings she had towards the elves who share the same blood. Truthfully, Fili didn’t blame her for not wanting anything to do with them. The Silmarils had been a nasty business, ripping the family apart, and Celebrimbor had done the right thing in refusing to speak to or acknowledge anyone he had shared blood with.

The blond dwarf kept her attention on him or the other dwarrow, making her laugh with stories he hadn’t had a chance to share with her yet. He was very much aware of his uncle watching him and knew he would have to explain things soon, but he wanted to give Hari his news first. Once she accepted it, they could tell Thorin who Hari was. This was a good thing, a blessing for the line of Durin, and he knew his uncle would agree once the idea settled.

Once the meal was over, she escorted him to a part of the garden that had become her favorite spot over the years. Hardly anyone went to this part so when he’d realized that she enjoyed it, Elrond had lamps moved out there as well as a table and comfortable chairs so she could read in the evenings and had gifted her that portion of the garden.

Hari eyed her friend after they settled in the chairs, feeling so happy that he was finally here. Judging from the look on his face, he felt the same but she also got the feeling there was something he needed to talk about so she gave him a nod to silently tell him he was free to open the discussions.

“I realized something a year or two ago,” he said to her. “I didn’t say anything because you’ve been dealing with so much since coming here, and I really wanted to tell you once we finally met outside of the dreams.”

“You can tell me anything, Fili. You know that,” she quietly replied.

“I know, Emerald-Girl. You and Kili are the two I can always talk to about what’s bothering me,” he affirmed. “This took some time to wrap my head around. I didn’t tell you that I was having dreams and strange memories appearing at random ; it started after we began dream sharing.”

“You’re a reincarnation of someone too,” she asked, eyes wide.

“I am,” Fili confirmed. “I wasn’t sure who I had been until the training accident where I got hit by Dwalin’s hammer.”

Hari remembered that. Kili had not been paying attention to the other people sparring and had nearly been hit when Dwalin had swung with the hammer. Fili had pushed his brother out of the way, getting hit in the process. He’d spent several days unconscious, and she’d been terrified because he’d not appeared in her dreams during that time.

“I remember it,” she murmured, watching him as he continued.

“The memories woke, and I was confused for the longest time before Oin figured it out. You know he’s a Reader and knows more about the mystic side of our culture than most people do. He took me under his wing and helped me organize my mind so I could keep the memories of the old life from confusing me. He also helped me tell my family, which had been terrifying, but they took it as a good omen once I was able to share things that only the current king would know,” he shared.

“Were you a king in a past life?”

“No, though I was a member of Durin’s Folk,” he answered. “It seems we were fated to meet, my dear friend. I was Narvi, son of Tarvi.”

Hari’s heart thumped hard in her chest at the news. She met his eyes, seeing something Celebrimbor had seen whenever he’d met the gaze of his dearest friend.

“I see it,” she whispered, hands shaking as she reached out for his. “I recognize you now, my lion. My soul has missed you so much.”

“As mine has yours,” he whispered in return, taking her hands. “The Valar have finally brought us back together, and I mean to see to it that we are not parted until Mandos deems us ready to move on from Middle Earth. I will not lose my best friend again.”

She gave a tear-filled laugh at that, making him chuckle.

“You accepted this faster than uncle did,” he said, grinning.

“What did he do?”

“Made me share memories that were not in our histories,” he told her. “I found out that certain stories have been passed down from king to king, and what I shared was part of what had been told to him by his father.”

Hari laughed, freeing one hand to wipe her eyes.

“Durin probably didn’t want stories of our pranks on him getting out,” she said, making him laugh.

“More than likely,” Fili replied, snickering.

The pair spent the rest of the evening talking and when she retired to bed, Hari went to sleep with a happy smile, recognizing that her soul finally felt at peace for the first time. Her dearest friend in both lifetimes was here, and she was bound and determined to make sure she stayed with him.

Author’s End Note – I hope you enjoyed this. Thank you for reading, and we shall see you next time. ~Laran and Rogercat
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