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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 are so glad everyone has been enjoying the story so far; I wish everyone a safe and happy Thanksgiving. Please enjoy this update!

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

Chapter Seventeen – Discussions of the Past

Acacia hummed to herself as she picked some flowers. Given the time they would have to wait to get the map read, she was determined to enjoy their stay here. It had taken some creative bullying, but she’d gotten the company to promise to be on their best behavior. As she picked the beautiful blossoms, she thought on the problem presented to her about Fili and Hari.

Apparently, Hari’s past self had not recognized that Narvi had attempted to court him and the company, especially Thorin and Fili, were worried that it would happen again in this lifetime. She’d gotten to be very fond of her future nephews and wanted to see Fili happy as well as settled down with his soulmate. This meant, since Dis wasn’t here to interfere, she would have to do something.

The hobbit heard another voice humming and looked up to spy the young woman she had just been thinking about.

“Good morning, Hari,” she greeted.

“Good morning, Acacia,” the witch called back, joining her new friend. “What are you doing?”

“Picking flowers to make a crown with,” she answered. “It’s a great way to relax while enjoying the morning sunshine. And you? You seem to be in a good mood this morning.”

“I had a nice talk with my past-life uncle earlier; we have slowly started to close the distance the Kinslayings and Silmarils caused between us.”

Hari and Maglor were trying to take things slowly since the past could not be healed in a heartbeat. They also had to remember that Maglor was very weak nowadays because of his Fading and would not have much energy to do much after a long talk. Elrond had mentioned to her that he felt the Fading might be halted now that Hari was attempting to allow her uncle to make amends and start a relationship between them again. Even if Maglor passed away one day in the unseen future, he would at least have fewer regrets to carry with him when entering the Halls of Mandos.

“That’s good,” Acacia told her. “Life is too short to let things keep family apart if it’s possible to prevent it.”

“And losing your whole family could be considered enough punishment as it is.”

“You are not responsible for their actions,” she said, tilting her head for a moment, blue eyes focusing on something standing behind Hari. “The punishment should have fallen on them and not you; they regret it so very much.”

“We did not know what the Oath would cost us when they swore it. That is all I will say about it,” the witch told the hobbit lass.

“You know you are not alone here,” Acacia asked her. “There are spirits with you, and they are full of regret.”

“My father and other uncles, no doubt. Possibly the couple who were my birth-parents in this second life. They were killed by a madman little over a year after my rebirth.”

The hobbit shook her head, eyes skimming over that which only she could see.

“No humans, only elves,” she told the other, describing them to her.

Hari closed her eyes as the descriptions drew forth images in her mind of the family she’d once had in her former life.

“I know them,” she answered quietly. “My father, his brothers, and my grandfather from how you describe them. People I refused to acknowledge once I understood what their obsession led them to.”

“Greed has ruined a great many lives,” Acacia agreed, flowers in her lap as she listened to the witch. “It’s never easy to accept that those you love have done something wrong.”

Hari nodded without a word; even in this new life, she could recall the horror and terror Celebrimbor had seen all in the name of two jewels that should never have existed. It had haunted him, and Narvi had been one of the few who had even been willing to listen without judging him. He had not tolerated the facade the elf had worn as a noble and later, lord of the settlement they lived in, and he’d encouraged the somewhat eccentric, too focused, and rather absent minded personality that had been his true self.

“I walked away from them when I was old enough to understand,” she eventually said. “It wasn’t easy trying to shake off the reputation Fëanor’s House had gained over the years, especially since I adored working with my hands. I had to work hard to prove that I wasn’t the same as the other members of my family. I didn’t find acceptance until I stayed for a time in Gondolin as well as in Ost-in-Edhil.”

“That’s where you met Narvi, right?”

“Oh yes, we traded and worked with the dwarrow of Khazad-dûm often,” Hari answered.

Acacia started weaving the flowers together as she asked her next question.

“How did you two meet?”

“I believe I spotted Narvi in a distance a few times with his family in the markets of Ost-in-Edhil; they were all either warriors or stone workers, but our...how to say it, proper first meeting happened when I was out hunting orcs by myself and ended up badly hurt with a broken leg. I would have been killed that time if not for Narvi showed up to save my skin from the orcs. “

She could still faintly recall Narvi’s scolding about the foolish decision to hunt orcs alone, but she remembered that his hands had been gentle as he’d splinted her leg. They’d been stuck outside for a while until she’d been strong enough to be moved, going to Khazad-dûm for further treatment.

“We stayed in a cave until the leg was stable enough where I could somewhat lean on him; that was when I gained my first experience with dwarrow healers,” she said, grinning and shuddering at the same time.

“I had a run in with Oin when I was younger; it was during my first trip to Ered Luin to get to know Thorin’s family. Dis was showing me one of the mines; it was a safe one, but something happened and I got hit when the earth started quaking. Oin had me in bed for days; I was bored and ready to smack him over the head with a skillet if I’d had one handy,” Acacia shared. “I can only imagine what a group of them would have been like.”

“I was flat on my back for several weeks, bored silly,” Hari laughed. “The head healer threatened to cut my ears off if I didn’t stop trying to escape and literally tied me to the bed to prevent it. It’s a habit I still have.”

“I think it’s a trait a lot of people have,” the hobbit giggled. “Thorin, Fili, and Kili are much the same way. All three of them have this idea that bed rest for healing is not required for them. It took me, Skadi, and Dis threatening them with weapons and frying pans to keep them down when they got hurt during a hunt.”

“Skadi, that’s Kili’s One, right,” Hari asked. “I remember Fili mentioning her; he holds a lot of respect and affection for her.”

“She’s a spirited one, which is necessary for dealing with the idiots of the royal line,” the other lass answered with a grin.

They laughed for a moment, sharing their amusement before going into another discussion in hopes of learning more about each other. Hari had been rather surprised to learn that Acacia was a hobbit, seeing that she had never heard about them as a race back in her life as Celebrimbor, but that could be excused due to the fact that she had been killed before word of the race had reached where she had lived as well as the knowledge that hobbits preferred to keep themselves hidden to live in peace.

At the same time the two girls were chatting, Elrond was pacing in his study, feeling more than a bit worried. He had that kind of feeling that normally foreshadowed an unexpected visit from Saruman soon, and he was one of the many people they tried to keep Hari hidden from. In the past before Hari had arrived, there had been some worrying hints to that Saruman had researched more than necessary about Celebrimbor and his skills. As a Maia of Aulë, it was perhaps expected but recalling that Sauron once had been Mairon, another one of the Maiar in the Smith Vala’s service, it was bound to cause trouble.

“I am not going to let Celebrimbor get dragged into the claws of a Maia again, not with the behavior Saruman can show at times….”

Glorfindel, who had been reading in a chair near where Elrond had been pacing, looked up at his friend when he’d heard the muttered words and watched him for several long moments.

“You seem to be fixated on the White Wizard more often of late, Elrond,” the ancient elf began, setting the book on his lap so he could give the other his full attention. “What is it that troubles you?”

“Something that Celeborn pointed out during my last visit to the Golden Wood,” he answered, still pacing. “He made an observation about Saruman’s habit of dismissing reports that could be important, making light of them while denigrating the messengers who brought the news forward to our attention. His words have been lingering in my thoughts for some time now.”

The blond elf nodded, knowing that his friend and Celeborn had good reasons to be concerned. Saruman had been making light of topics that should have been handled with more gravity, and Glorfindel had been none too pleased with how Mithrandir’s report about the Green Wood had been treated a year or so ago. Yes, it was Thranduil’s realm but given the forest’s proximity to very dark areas, it was something the White Council had every reason to be concerned about. Saruman had lectured the Gray Wizard about something completely off topic, and Glorfindel had been hard pressed not to make a scene about it.

“Mithrandir has another report,” the older elf commented. “I fear another lecture on the respectability of the Istari will be forthcoming since our friend seems remarkably unsettled and concerned.”

“It will be even worse when he realizes just why Thorin Oakenshield is here,” Elrond said, rubbing his temples with a tired expression on his face.

Glorfindel marked his spot in the book, placing it on the side table so he could lean forward.

“He’s said nothing of his plans so far,” the golden haired one stated.

“He doesn’t have to,” the Lord of Imladris answered. “I know he came here to have something translated, and I keenly aware that the occupied status of his kingdom weighs heavily on him.”

“What will you do,” Glorfindel asked him.

“A large part of me wants the dragon to remain undisturbed,” Elrond replied. “However, I have had dreams since Oakenshield and his company arrived. Smaug must be dealt with because he will not remain asleep forever.”

“With the darkness spreading over the Green Wood, it is only a matter of time before it spreads into the mountain and reaches the worm,” the Balrog Slayer observed, watching the other as he nodded.

“Indeed,” he answered, sinking into a chair. “So I must come up with a decision about what to do, and this only adds to my concerns because I know Saruman will be arriving eventually.”

“We can put Saruman off,” Glorfindel suggested. “Resupply Oakenshield and offer what advice you can. Since you don’t want Hari to cross paths with the wizard, I would suggest sending her with the company if she hasn’t thought of doing it herself. This way she is kept safe and away from someone we hold in suspicion.”

“It is good advice, my friend, but I fear sending them off without some form of assistance. I will speak with Oakenshield, Mithrandir, and Hari about this, but I have a sneaking suspicion that our friend and his dwarven companions have no idea what to do about the dragon in Erebor.”

“Quite possible,” Glorfindel answered, looking distracted for a moment as he contemplated the issues at hand. “Fortunately, we have time to discuss this as the document that needs translating won’t be ready for several weeks, you said, so we can try to set up a meeting or two in order to aid them.”

“And hope our patience holds out,” Elrond sighed. “Hari will cheerfully cause chaos if she thinks we are not treating the dwarves correctly, and I have no desire to be in her sights once again.”

The blond laughed at that.

“True enough, my friend, true enough.”

Authors’ End Notes – We hope you all enjoyed this installment; for those celebrating Thanksgiving, please be cautious while traveling and enjoy the time with your loved ones. Please let us know what you thought of this chapter. Take care, and see you all next time! ~ Laran and Rogercat
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