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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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Authors’ Notes – We apologize for the delay in posting. Rogercat has been remarkably patient with me while I deal with IRL issues and health problems. Add to that, my area just finished with Hurricane Harvey. Fortunately, my apartment is safe and sound, no damages. I just wish I could say the same for my storage unit. My area of Texas got hit with over 40 inches of rainfall; areas that have never flooded became overrun with water this time. I know other areas had more so please keep them in your thoughts!

There is mention of an original character; we decided to use her since we do not want the developing relationships with Thorin and Acacia as well as Fili and Hari to come under more criticism due to succession. This is just a plot device to help things move forward without my overactive brain screaming at me regarding political issues. I brought this up to Rogercat, who understood my concerns and so this character was born.

Warning – When :: is used, this means a flashback from the past is being used.

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

Chapter Fifteen – Walks and Fireside Chats

Dinner that evening had been interesting to say the least. Hari had stayed with the company until time came to join the others at the evening meal, and she’d been pleased to see that one of the pranks the kitchens were known to pull on dwarrow had not been done. Catching a glimpse of Glorfindel, she realized who had made sure it hadn’t been done and was grateful. Her attitude about dwarrow was not quite accepted by some, and Glorfindel had encouraged others to try and remember that the dwarrow who had been enthralled by the Silmaril were dead and gone.

Both of them had reminded Elrond and his family of the fact, though Arwen had been easier to convince. The twins were a bit more of a challenge, which reminded her of something important. She leaned back in her seat, catching the ancient elf’s eyes and spoke in Quenya.

“Please tell me someone is keeping an eye on the terrible duo,” Hari asked him, making him laugh.

“They were warned to be on their best behavior while the dwarrow are here,” the Balrog Slayer assured her. “They know you will not tolerate pranks on them and will retaliate if they do. I let them know I would help you this time.”

“Good,” she replied, grinning at him. “Thank you for reminding them.”

He just smiled, and the meal continued. Hari knew she’d have to warn the company so they wouldn’t be caught off guard since she knew the twins would eventually try to pull something despite the warnings Glorfindel had given them. Her retribution would be harsh and fearsome; she was the daughter and goddaughter of a marauder, after all, and her past self had been incredibly mischievous when given the right circumstances. Add the blond elf to the mix, and the twins would be in serious trouble until the lesson had been learned.

When the meal was over, she and Fili went for a walk and they toured one of the gardens in silence for a while.

“Is something on your mind, Hari?”

“A great many things but before I forget, I have something for you,” she said, fishing the small bag out of her pocket. “I missed a lot of your birthdays over the years since we started dream-sharing, and I also wanted to show that your friendship means so much to me.”

Hari handed him the small cloth bag, waiting anxiously for him to open it. Fili’s eyes widened in surprise, and he carefully pulled the necklace out. The silver caught the light of the moon, shining brightly as he examined the gift.

“This is beautiful,” he breathed out, lightly touching the pendent. His keen eyes caught the mark on the back, and he smiled when he recognized it. She had kept the maker’s mark that had been used during Celebrimbor’s time.

“You like it?”

“Yes, it is wonderfully made, and it feels like it could have come straight from our old lives, my friend. I remember the silver jewelry and trinkets you used to make at times; they were always a thing of beauty,” he said, making her blush.

“I remember silver being the preferred metal for those of the line of Durin,” she said, willing her cheeks to stop being so pink.

“Aye, gold is too heavy at times and a lot of us try not to keep too much of it around after Thror’s descent into gold madness,” he said, fastening the pendant around his neck.

Hari nodded, remembering the conversations they had shared about the gold issue. She had a feeling it was due to the ring that had been given to Durin because that line had not had a problem with gold lust before then. A part of her guilty over it, and Fili was quick to spot the expression as it flashed through her eyes.

“It was not your fault,” he told her, voice stern and for a moment, he sounded like Narvi had done whenever the dwarf had become exasperated with his elvish friend. “You had no idea the rings were going to be used against the dwarf lords; you thought it was a good gift, and I know you. Had you known, you would have destroyed them immediately with your own hands despite the pain of ruining an outstanding work you had finished.”

The part of her which remained Celebrimbor, seemed to lose a heavy weight from her shoulders at those words. How important Narvi’s words seemed to be to her even after all those years apart.

“You haven’t lost the ability to read me or to say just what I need to hear,” she said to her dearest friend.

“Someone has to keep your head from floating off with the clouds since you sometimes dreamed yourself away, silver-hand,” he teased. “You either get lost or turn all stormy on me, and I’ve never been a fan of rain.”

Hari could not help but laugh at that familiar comment. Fili smirked as well.

“That’s something I’ve not heard in a long time,” she stated. “My head being in the clouds all the time.”

“Elves are naturally predisposed to having all sorts of flights of fancy and daydreaming,” he said teasingly. “I thought it was just you, but you’re just the silly one who acted like you had eaten too many sweets when you were excited over something. Though, considering your habit of eating sweets all the time, it could have been the sugar instead of you being silly. Of course, that was because our dams thought you to be too skinny and kept giving you sweets.”

“It’s strange, I don’t have a sweet tooth anymore and not a fan of sour things either,” the witch admitted.

“Good luck escaping Acacia’s notice, Hari. Hobbits are big eaters, and I really mean it. She’ll take up where the dams of Khazad-dûm left off in trying to get you a bit heavier.”

Almost on cue, said hobbit lass was seen in the distance with something that looked a lot like one of the famed fruit pies of Imladris in one hand and a pot of tea in the other.

“As long as it’s not sour or overly sweet, I don’t mind so much,” she answered. “Elrond has been trying to put more weight on me; I’ve been here seven years and still am not where he wants me in regards to weight.”

Fili took a discreet look at her. She looked far more healthy than she had during her years at Hogwarts, but he could see the point of her being not at the right weight.

“Don’t let Bombur or Acacia hear that, or they will try and have you try a hobbit’s feeding schedule.”

“Oh Eru no! I’ll pop in a day,” she said, eyes wide.

He nodded in agreement, grinning at her. Then he bowed and offered to accompany her to a part of the library where they could be alone and have fun in the memories of their past lives. She smiled and accepted the invitation, taking his arm as she did so.

They chatted until late in the evening and after walking her to her quarters, Fili went to where the company was camped. He spotted his uncle staring into the fire while Balin read and Ori knitted. The others were asleep, and he suspected Acacia was in her room sleeping as well.

“You’ve been gone a while,” Thorin observed.

“We got distracted by talking,” Fili answered, sitting down beside his uncle. “It’s easy to lose track of time that way.”

“I imagine you must be relieved to know she’s here,” the king-in-exile said. “Narvi did not take Celebrimbor’s abduction and death well at all so this must make it easier on you.”

“Knowing Hari is here, safe, and that her spirit has time to heal from what that damned beast did to her is a genuine relief to me,” he shared with his uncle. “The loss of Celebrimbor broke Narvi in a way that I am glad I only have echoes of feeling in this life because he lost his own life not long after while fighting to bring Celebrimbor home. And it did hurt even more knowing that Sauron was a former maia of our Maker himself. Losing his One in that manner was something I hope never to experience in this life or any others again.”

“It was incredibly traumatic for your past self,” Thorin murmured, hazarding a look at his nephew. “Do you still feel the pull towards her as your One?”

“Yes, she is my One, just like Celebrimbor was Narvi’s One in our past. I will not lose my One like that again, uncle. I would rather kill her myself than allow Sauron get his foul hands on Celebrimbor a second time. I cannot let Hari go through that again, and I won’t.”

“That will not happen,” he assured him. “The dwarrow of Durin’s Folk will protect our heart-sister, Fili. In the meantime, what are your plans regarding her? Do you mean to court her?”

“If she so wishes, yes. I only hope that she isn’t as blind to the signs of attempted courtship than what Celebrimbor was.”

There was a small wave of laughter at those words. Narvi had been written several complaints in private letters to Durin and his family members about how hopeless Celebrimbor was, failing to realize that Narvi actually had tried to court him.

::I take back some of my words about how brilliant Celebrimbor is: He is as blind as a mole to the signs of that I wish to court him! Durin, how can someone so intelligent be so stupid in regards to something like this?::

“If she’s still clueless, we’ll have Acacia talk to her,” Thorin offered. “In the meantime, we have to wait here in Rivendell for a few weeks until the map can be read. I will ask permission to be granted the use of a forge so we can make the dwarf-friend bead for Hari, similar to the one Celebrimbor is shown with in the drawings of him in our history books. You can craft your Gift of Intent while I work on the bead.”

“Thank you, uncle.”

“You are welcome,” he answered. “Have you given thought as to what you want to make for her? Also, you will need to be careful about chaperones. Given your rank as my heir, you need to make sure the proprieties are observed. The last thing we want is for the courtship to be called into question.”

Fili nodded. Even with Hari being the reincarnation of Celebrimbor, there were still some very traditional-minded dwarrow who would question why the famous elf had been reborn as a mortal human and a female no less. While the female gender was highly respected among his people, her shorter life-span would likely be seen as a bad omen for some. The idea of losing her so early hurt, but he would not miss a moment of her life. That meant observing all of the proprieties that went along with the traditional courtship.

“At least there won’t be questions about succession once Kili is wed,” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

Thorin nodded, smiling at the mention of Kili’s One. The pair were still courting, and they would be betrothed once Erebor was theirs once more. While they were gone from Ered Luin, Dis would be teaching her what she needed to know to fulfill the duties that came with being Kili’s wife and consort. It was training Acacia had undergone during each of her visits to the Blue Mountains after they had become betrothed; he knew Hari would most likely need it too since her duties would be much different than what she had taken care of during her time as Celebrimbor. He made a mental note to speak to his betrothed about the possibility of her starting to teach Hari what she would need to know as Fili’s consort.

“You need to find a way to inform your mother of all of this without openly admitting who Hari was in the past,” the king-in-exile told his sister-son. “I know she won’t announce it until we’re safe in the mountain, but she’ll murder us both if she’s the last to know that you found your One.”

“Agreed,” the blond answered with a shudder at the mention of his mother’s wrath. “I’ll write her tomorrow once we’re done at the forge.”

“I asked Lord Elrond about training fields, and we have permission to make use of them so the company will be training during the day,” Thorin informed him. “It might not hurt to ask Hari to train with us so she can integrate herself with the fighting styles of the group.”

“I’ll ask her during breakfast,” Fili promised. They did not doubt that Hari had learned to fight, but she needed to adjust to the ways his people fought.

“Good,” he answered. “I don’t deny her talents will be of use, but I will find it comforting to have her with us so we can keep her protected. The dwarrow of Durin’s Folk will not lose their dear friend again if I can prevent it.”

His sister-son gave him a smile, then shook his head slightly.

“She may or may not approve of that; Hari will ensure to extend her protection to the company as well. It’s who she is.”

“And Skadi will be overjoyed to have the reincarnation of Celebrimbor around if we all survive,” Kili commented with a smirk after joining them. His betrothed loved to collect different kinds of gemstones and often tried to match the jewelry styles of the Second Age. Her attempts, while lovely, were not quite where she wanted them to be.

“Hari is not here to feed your One’s obsession with older-fashioned jewelry,” he teased his brother. Although they did agree on the rather hilarious mental image of how Skadi was very likely to react once she did find out who Hari was. She was a smart working class dwarrowdam, not a silly airhead like some of the daughters of the nobles tended to be.

“I’ll have to warn Hari about Skadi and her obsession,” Fili continued. “Although, make sure she understands that Hari will no longer work on rings, even non-magical ones.”

“Understandable,” Thorin commented. “After what happened in her past, I don’t know that I’d want to do that either.”

They all agreed on that, and the king-in-exile looked to his eldest sister-son when a question occurred to him.

“Fili, I know you’ve been talking to her for a while. Is she still wounded from her past? If so, how can we help her?”

Given how incredibly special Celebrimbor was to the dwarrow of Durin’s Folk, it would not be a surprise to those who knew of their history to realize just how much the dwarrow would do to help their friend. Most people thought dwarrow were greedy, selfish people, but they honored their bonds to friends and family with a deep love that was as eternal as the stone they were created from.

The betrayal of Celebrimbor’s trust by Sauron was something unforgivable in their eyes. Anyone who did a deeper search in his history would know that such a deed was partly why he had disowned his family as they had gone too far in the name of the Oath. Sauron, who had claimed to be an honest friend in his shape as Annatar, had only deepened that wound.

“She has nightmares at times,” Fili answered, looking thoughtful. “It was only a recent thing that her memories finally came forward, and that happened before she came to Arda. I know Lord Elrond and Lord Glorfindel have helped her, but time is what is needed or so she has told me. I think the best thing we can do is listen when she needs to talk, sit quietly when she does not, and remind her that she has friends here. You remember how I was when my memories finally woke?”

Thorin and Kili could recall that night very well. It was on the anniversary of Celebrimbor’s death, and Fili had complained about a headache that only seemed to grow worse over the day. Finally, Dis had sent him to bed so he could try to rest and he had managed an hour before he’d woken up screaming in horror as the memories had come forward. It had taken time to sort through those memories and work through the pain that the traumatic ones had brought. Narvi’s memories of Celebrimbor’s abduction and his determination to retrieve his One’s body so it could be put to rest properly still haunted him at times.

Yet it was also a determination Fili had admired, proving just how much Celebrimbor actually had meant to Narvi as a friend and as his One. In truth, the blond hoped he’d have the chance to show it to Hari this time since they didn’t get the chance last time. And hopefully she wouldn’t be as blind to the attempts of courtship than what poor Celebrimbor had been.

Authors’ End Notes – We are so glad you read this and hope to hear your thoughts on everything. Take care and see everyone next chapter! ~ Rogercat and Laran
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