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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 Notes - Merry Christmas! We thought we’d share a chapter for everyone to enjoy as a gift from us to you. We’re hoping everyone enjoyed themselves this holiday season.

Disclaimer – We do not own “the Hobbit,” “Harry Potter,” or any characters from Tolkien. We don’t make money from this either.

Chapter Twenty-one – Sharing Memories

Once the camp was finally set up, Kili had handed the cleaned fish back to Acacia along with plenty of water to be set to boil so Oin could focus on cleaning wounds before treating them. He helped the hobbit where he could, stepping back when she finally sent him to sit down and rest for a while. The archer flashed a bright smile when she thanked him for his help.

Hari, having given Oin the medicinal herbs she and her friend had gathered as well as her own healer’s kit, was checking over her weapons now that she had time to pay attention to them after the battle. She pulled the sword out of its sheath, examining it carefully while cleaning the blade.

“Damn it,” she grumbled, holding the blade up a bit higher into the light to see it better.

Fili looked up from his own weapons, worried about her when he heard the cursing coming from his friend. She didn’t swear often unless she was very unhappy about something; if he remembered correctly, it was a trait Celebrimbor had shared as well.

“What is it, Emerald-Girl,” he asked.

“The blade has a crack in it,” the witch grumbled, passing it to him when he held a hand out.

Blue eyes were narrowed as the dwarf carefully examined the weapon. He was quick to spy the problem, just as she had, and he shook his head. The blade would need to be reforged as the area where it had cracked was in a place that weakened the entire blade.

“You must have blocked a swing at just the wrong angle,” he said, checking the rest of the blade. “You didn’t forge this one.”

“No, while I remember how to make weapons, I’ve kept my crafting focused on smaller items for now. Besides, when you are covering from old injuries, it is generally not liked by your healer that you try to do something heavy,” Hari shared softly. “It’s been a slow process in rebuilding my confidence in crafting.”

“You’ll get there,” Fili said in a soft tone of encouragement. “In the meantime, I’d keep this sheathed. If we can get to a forge, I’ll drag uncle with me and see what we can do with this.”

She nodded, knowing that was the right course of action at the moment.

“I’ve got other weapons to defend myself with,” Hari answered. “So I can handle not using that for now. I’m a little sad at the crack though; it was a gift from Elrond as he wanted to repay me for the first sword I once made for him. It was one of his first advanced weapons.”

Fili handed it back to her, speaking as she sheathed the blade.

“It wasn’t badly done, but I think it was just bad luck that it cracked when hit at the wrong angle. I doubt the smith who forged it knew there was a weakness there, and I have no doubt Lord Elrond’s smith knows his craft. Elves just don’t have the ability to sense metals as we do when forging.”

“He does know his craft rather well,” she agreed. “He forged weapons for all of Elrond’s children; the one I made Elrond hangs on a wall in his personal chambers. He finally outgrew it, which I expected when I made it for him so long ago.”

It had been very nice to see Elrond still having some of his old things; it had caught her off guard the first time she’d seen them. He had smiled at her getting flustered but hadn’t teased, which she’d been grateful for. The twins, on the other hand, had teased her mercilessly when they’d found out. A few stinging hexes and pranks had put an end to that for a while at least.

“That had to be strange seeing things you’d created in a past life,” Fili commented.

“I got flustered,” she admitted. “Elrond was kind about it; the twins decided to tease me for it. They stopped when I got even.”

“Would that be the mud in the beds prank,” he asked, blue eyes gleaming with merriment.

“Kili’s idea was rather brilliant,” Hari said with a grin. “I did use the buckets of water and honey idea you gave me too. That was the prank that convinced them to stop teasing me about how I reacted.”

He chuckled, shaking his head with a wide smile.

“I wish I’d seen that; I bet it was hilarious.”

“Oh it was,” she giggled. “Ever want to make an elf feel out of sorts? Douse them with water laced with something sticky. It’s like having affronted kittens staring at you. Lindir and Erestor couldn’t stop laughing; those two were always getting caught in pranks the twins organized. We were calling them kittens for days after I commented on how they were staring at me.”

The chuckles turned into loud laughter, doubling him over at the mental image. Narvi had done something similar to Celebrimbor shortly after they had begun working together when the elf had done something to irritate the dwarf a great deal. The look Hari had mentioned was one that Celebrimbor had given him often over their years of friendship.

“What’s so funny,” Bofur asked, wondering what had the prince laughing in such a way.

“Hari was telling me about the pranks she pulled on Lord Elrond’s sons,” Fili managed to answer, laughter still coming from him. “The image she described triggered a memory, and I remember a certain expression from Celebrimbor when pranks were pulled on him as well.”

Now that was something Hari remembered as well; there had been quite a bit of shock every time Narvi had done something Celebrimbor had not expected. Because he had still been learning about the dwarven culture, his friend had often taken him by surprise and he’d questioned every detail once he’d gotten over that shock. Narvi had handled it well, but the dwarf had a lack of patience when it came to dealing with people. For some reason, he’d had more patience with Celebrimbor than he did with others but even the elf had pushed him to the edge with all the curious questions about something new he’d discovered about his friend’s culture. The dwarf had handled it in a way the elvish crafter had not expected.

“What kind of pranks,” Bombur asked, keeping a sharp eye on the cooking food.

“Narvi replaced Celebrimbor’s tools with heavy metal ones that he could barely lift,” Hari shared, giggling a bit. “Celebrimbor tried to hide how difficult it was, and Narvi was trying not to laugh himself sick.”

Celebrimbor had been muscular for an elf, being both a blacksmith and warrior but against the body strength of a dwarf, he had seemed hardly more than a youth in the beginning of maturing, and that had shown itself often. Although there had been times when the elf had surprised all of them by being able to do things they had expected him to fail at.

“A good prank, that one,” Fili smirked. “Mum would be rather displeased if it was attempted again in this life. Uncle got the end of it once when they still lived in Erebor, think it was a sibling disagreement over whether she was too young to watch the blacksmith's work or not.”

Thorin, who had been listening, gave a groan when his heir brought that up.
“She swore she was old enough to visit the forges, even when our parents had said she wasn’t, and I reported her when I spotted her in the forge areas while at my own lessons,” the king-in-exile shared. “She was very displeased when she was punished by our parents and so decided to pull a prank to punish me.”

“What did she do,” Acacia asked, not having heard these stories before.

“The classical ones that rarely fail; a snare across the door handle which tightened when I opened the door, causing a bucket of cold water above the door to give me a freezing wake-up call. There was a small bag with flour added as well. Frerin screamed about a ghost because he was still half-awake when he saw me like that. My teacher was not amused by my wasting time trying to remove the flour before arriving. I missed breakfast as well and was assigned extra training time as a result.”

Hari laughed at the mental image while Acacia looked more horrified over the fact he had missed breakfast before the lessons.

“Reminds me a bit of when Skadi and Acacia decided to go against Fili and Kili,” Balin said with a grin.

“Oh this I have to hear,” Hari said, not having heard of this and wondering what was going on when her friend and his brother covered their faces with loud groans. Acacia hid a laugh behind her hand as she recalled that event on a visit some years ago.

“The boys thought that they could get away with scaring the ladies in the middle of the Yule baking which caused Acacia to drop the cake batter she had just finished mixing onto the floor and Skadi ended up pouring way too much sugar in another bowl with the eggs. Naturally, they did regret that prank once the two ladies chased them out of the house with the baking tools,” Thorin shared.

“Seeing those two wielding a rolling pin and heavy bag of flour while chasing Fili and Kili around Ered Luin was rather impressive,” Dwalin laughed. “Especially once they cornered them near the forge. Both lads were nursing sore heads and looked like ghosts for a while since Dis wouldn’t let them in the house to get cleaned up.”

“I learned fairly quickly after the betrothal was enacted that dwarven heads are very solid,” Acacia grinned at her friend. “I hadn’t been in Ered Luin a week when I saw Dis take a very heavy cast iron skillet to Thorin’s head and panicked, thinking she’d seriously injured him. She had to explain to me that Mahal had ensured His children’s skulls were incredibly thick; I understood it when I saw one dwarf breaking stone with his head. It was odd and unsettling, but I accepted it as quickly as I could. Fili’s head broke my rolling pin though.”

Hari snickered, covering her mouth when she saw the hobbit pouting.

“I crafted a new one,” Fili protested. “Besides, it wasn’t my fault the thing broke. Shoddy craftsmanship was to blame.”

“Not your ridiculously hard head,” the witch asked, giggling harder.

“Not my fault at all,” he said, giving a proud grin. “A good rolling pin wouldn’t break on a dwarf’s skull. And the Maker made us strong-boned for a reason, else our race would have died out already in the war against Morgoth! Well, maybe not the clans in the far East in the Orocarni mountains, but those of us in the three western and northern clans.”

“The replacement hasn’t broken yet, and I’ve used it a few times,” Acacia grinned, then accepted the food once it was done with a word of thanks.

“My past life would have been boring without Narvi around, that is for sure.” Hari said, recalling how Celebrimbor had met dwarves for the first time. The shock of surprise at how different they looked from elves and seeing the intricately crafted items of metal they could create. It had drawn the elf in with curiosity since the quality of the items were intriguing, and he’d wanted to learn.

“Did he drag Celebrimbor into mischief,” the hobbit asked after swallowing her first bite.

“I think it was mutual,” Fili snickered, taking a bite and chewing hungrily.

“Oh it was,” Hari agreed.

The meal passed with happy stories being passed around, and the wizard listened quietly as he ate as well. He knew the company needed this chance to unwind from the harrowing events from before. Once the food had been eaten, he lit his pipe and stretched his legs in front of him.

“I know we have lost supplies,” he began. “However, I do know of a place we can go to rest and resupply before resuming the journey.”

“What place is this you speak of,” Thorin asked.

“There is a home not far from here, and it is owned by the skin-changer known as Beorn,” Gandalf answered. “We will have to be cautious as he is not fond of dwarrow, but he has no love for goblins and orcs either. If we handle this correctly, we can gain his aid.”

“A skin-changer? I think that back in the Wizarding World, they are called Animagi, magical people who can turn into an animal at will. Sirius and my human father, James, managed to master that process, though Sirius did confess that they greatly feared that it would backfire; it have been known to end in disaster if done incorrectly. Since the process is determined by their personality and inner traits, the animal form is not chosen by the wizard or witch themselves. Sirius managed to transform into a bear-like black dog and dad into a red stag.” Hari said at recalling what Sirius and Lupin had told her.

“Bear-like? That must have been a big dog, then,” Bofur said.

“The difference is that Beorn is under no enchantment but his own,” Gandalf said. “The form and ability to change into it was something he was born with. Once, long ago, there were more who could do the same but evil hunted his kind and killed them for sport.”

The group winced, hating to hear of the slaughter of people like this.

“Beorn protects his lands passionately,” the Istar continued. “He believes dwarrow hold no love for beings smaller than them. I know we can change his mind, especially given the betrothal between Thorin and Acacia.”

Acacia blushed, looking down at her hands, and Thorin spoke up.

“In the meantime, we should rest and be ready to head for this skin-changer’s lands. Nori, you have first watch.”

The group shifted to their bedrolls, getting comfortable, and Hari set up wards before resting beside her friend. She hoped Gandalf was right because she didn’t want to have to participate in another fight tomorrow. Only time would tell.

Author’s End Note – RogerCat and I both wish you all a blessed and merry holiday season. Please enjoy the time with those you hold dear. Thank you so much for reading, and we hope that you all enjoyed this. See you next chapter! ~Rogercat and Laran
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