Notes: This is very short. I have ideas for lots of stuff, but I was sick the last week and needed the energy to get back into normal existence mode :D

A sort of Reincarnation AU drabble.


It's a horrid rainy day and people push past others without looking each other in the eye as people in the city are wont to do and he is nearly run over by a car that doesn't deign to turn the lights on even in this flood. He angrily thinks to himself how having a wizard to make the rain go away might actually come in handy.

"If they were useful enough for changing the weather, that is," he mutters to himself, not acknowledging the strange thought that's come out of nowhere like always. It's been like that since he can remember and the less he thinks about having strange random thoughts about wizards or adventures he never was on, the less he'll worry he's crazy.

Forcing the garish red and white umbrella his brother bought him lower to stop the water from spraying on his face, he circumvents a stream of water coming down from the marquise of a shop. He's already late for an appointment with his Uncle, he doesn't need the work he put into his hair to run down on his face in small rivulets on to his suit on top of that (also Uncle will kill him if he turns up anything less than immaculate).

An impact on his shoulders jerks him out of his thoughts. "Oh, sorry." A clear voice apologises, he can only see soft lips from under where their umbrellas are caught on each other. After a moment of struggling on both parts they spring apart and the momentum dips the umbrella far enough for him to see a fine impish nose and big eyes and hair like burnished gold before the umbrella is in place again. She throws him an apologetic look over her scarf. "Sorry again."

"It's no trouble," he says in a voice unfamiliar to his own ears and she quickly looks at him and then she starts moving again, but there's something utterly wrong about that and why is his heart racing like that-

He can't breathe. A river seems to be rushing through his ears and he can't breathe. With sheer willpower he forces himself to function again and the air in his lungs leaves him abruptly.

"Sigrid."

The young woman, barely two steps past him, whirls around with wide eyes, searching frantically until she stops on him. Her disbelief is so blatant he wants to turn around and walk away and pretend he never said something he didn't know was in his head. But another part shakes him into staying, no, he is not a coward, he will stand through whatever is happening, he will not run.

"What did you just call me?" She takes a tiny step closer, just enough for him to see the agitated light in her blue eyes.

"Si- Sigrid." The name stumbles out of his mouth this time, he has to physically force himself to say it, this is crazy, what is he even doing-

"There's only one person who's ever called me that." Her voice is shaky in a manner that he just knows is all sorts of wrong. It should be clear and confident, not shaky, not fragile like that. A line is wedged between her delicate eyebrows now, darkening the frantic light in her eyes for a moment. "Do you know who that person is?" she demands to know of him and he's quite sure he would laugh if there wasn't that strange squeeze in his chest, because no one, no one ever just demands something from a Donarson. "No," he admits with a tightening of the squeezing, not being able to look away from her eyes, those sea on a stormy day eyes.

She sighs, "Me neither. I always wake up before I see…" They don't move, just gazing at each other in search of something that has to be there, an explanation for that strange understanding he can see reflected in her eyes and-

"Victoria!"

She flinches, he takes a step back, it's broken, this, that moment or whatever they just had. There's a tall woman beside her suddenly, shaking her red-haired head. "Vic, where were you? I- Oh!" She looks between them, a small smile appearing on her lips. "And who is that?" Her tone and arched eyebrows clearly implicate there's teasing to come for the shorter woman, if the blush blossoming on her cheeks isn't enough indication. He's not sure why that makes a warm feeling emerge in his chest.

"I don't believe we've met." The light tone slightly shakes him out of his stupor, but not enough to answer quickly.

"Fíli."

His attention snaps back to her.

"His name's Fíli." She looks surprised at herself, like someone who just remembered something very important and isn't quite sure how they forgot something important like that in the first place. Her eyes don't look like stormy sea, he realises, it's sun on a lake. He opens his mouth to correct her, that's not actually his name, but, but he called her Sigrid earlier and it's just so right on his tongue and he can feel something actually shift in himself and snap back into place even though he never knew it was askew in the first place. "Yes," he finds himself saying in astonishment to Sigrid, "I am Fíli."

The other woman says something about an event at the place they both work at and he finds himself invited and agreeing to it but he doesn't look away from that blue gaze, a deep lake reflecting a majestic mountain and as they walk away he clings to the odd feeling of his heart thundering like rocks crashing against each other in a fight of stone giants.

That night, he dreams of swords and forges and the sun rising over the top of a snow-gilded mountain and wakes with the taste of hope on his lips.


Notes:

Sigrid comes from Old Icelandic/Norse, apparently (I found both and have no idea what the difference might be linguistically, so sorry if it's wrong ^^°). According to Wiki: Sigrid = Sigr (victory) + fríðr (beautiful)

Also, the name „Durin" (and „Thorin") are very similar to the many variations of Thor/Tor/Dunar/Donner/Donar, who is the god with the hammer, hence Fíli's name . A bit cheesy maybe, but I think it fits.

Question: What kind of AUs do you get excited about? Sci-fi, college, coffee shop, bookstore, western, super spy, steampunk,…?