This Dream's On Me

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Part 1
Chapter 10

"We know about the quest Uncle."

The quill shot across the parchment with a satisfyingly loud screech.

Intense blue eyes, burning blue eyes, slowly rose from the parchment to rest upon the both of them and Fili had to forcibly push down the sudden urge to flee.

Uncle Thorin was clearly not happy with them knowing, probably because he had an inkling as to what such information would lead to. Which could be easily summed up in several steps, And would ultimately result in the two nephews joining an uncle on a quest.

Oh, add the fact their mother would skin the both of them for daring to go on such an adventure, and then flay Thorin for allowing them to join.

Regardless, the result would be the same, which was probably why Thorin was trying to scare them off right now, in hopes that if he could avoid the upcoming discussion then he wouldn't someday be the latest hunting trophy Dis hung over the fireplace.

The two of them knew this however, which was why they stood their ground, even if Kili had taken a slight step back so that should Thorin snap and go for the kill, Fili would be the one within reaching distance.

"Uncle Thorin, we really, really wanna help!" Kili, with his big brown eyes was actually pouting at their uncle. The sad thing was, that it was probably going to work. Always had.

There was just something about Kili's sulky, 'my mining tunnel just collapsed, my sword broke and dog died, feel sorry for me' face that twisted everyone in the direction the youngest Son of Dis wanted.

It was only with years of experience that Fili could see the cracks in his Uncle's angry face. He was going to cave, all three of them knew it, but he insisted on keeping up the pretence that he actually had some form of control when it came to this situation.

"Basically Uncle Thorin, you can either let us travel with your company and know that we're safe and where you can see us, or you can deny us that privilege. All the latter option would see is both Kili and myself following the company from a distance. Two dwarves, barely of age, out in the wilderness on our own-"

"Fine!" The bang of Thorin's palms meeting the desk rocked the inkwell, and the older dwarf only just managed to stop the pot from tipping over completely.

"But you will be the one explaining it to your Mother!"

Their uncle looked smug, and in all honesty, he had a right to do so. Explaining such a thing to Lady Dis would be a sure fire way to get the both of them locked in their rooms on the day of departure, with their mother sat at the door, battle-axe in hand.

Which was why they'd come up with the most brilliant, most excellent plan ever.

"We'll leave her a letter."

And that was that.

Four days had passed since Fili had been able to talk -threaten- his way into Thorin's Company. It'd been two weeks since what Fili now knew to be 'The Battle of Hogwarts', in which Voldemort had fallen dead at Harry's hand.

However, this was the first day that Harry had been waiting for him.

Every other day, she'd been there before him, but never seemed to be paying any attention. Instead, she just stared off to the side, frowning almost all the time. This time though, she was perched quite neatly on a broomstick, a wide grin on her face as she settled back on the thin branch in question. It was such a stark contrast to how he'd seen her the past fortnight that all Fili could do was stare for a moment.

And after he was done staring at Harry's beaming face, his eyes instantly went to the fact she was on a thin piece of wood and floating off of the ground.

She'd told him about the whole flying broom thing before of course, but he'd never actually seen it. He'd never had any reason to ask, and Harry had not had any reason to think one into existence. Until now that was.

Answering his silent question, Harry sat up straight on the broom, patting the wood behind her in a clear invitation.

"It was a gift from my god-father. I thought I'd lost it at the start of the year, but recently one of the muggle-borns returned it, saying she'd found it but hadn't had any way of getting it to me until now." Of course.

Harry loved her dead god-father dearly, no wonder she was so pleased to see one of the gifts he'd given her returned. However-

"Are you sure it's safe?" Harry snorted, nudging the floating stick closer to him and her green eyes the brightest he'd seen them in a long time.

"You're not scared, are you?"

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That was how Fili, Son of Dis, uncrowned Prince of Erebor and heir to Thorin Oakenshield, found himself sat on the back of a stick of 'comfier than it looks' wood, arms encircling Harry's waist in order to hold onto the handle of the broom and get a feel for how to direct the thing.

Harry had kept them close to the ground and gone over basic manoeuvring. And now that he knew he probably wouldn't be falling to his death -Harry was apparently quite knowledgeable when it came to flying- he was rather looking forwards to controlling the damn thing for a few moments.

They stopped for second, in which Harry hopped off the broom and allowed Fili to shimmy forwards slightly, before she climbed back on behind him.

Fili stiffened when he felt her arms wrap around his torso, the softness pressing up against his back could be nothing but her breasts, and he felt his mouth dry.

"You okay?" Harry asked and he could feel her jaw moving, her face resting against his back and turned slightly to a side. At first he'd almost thought she was nuzzling him, but the movement stopped when she'd gotten comfortable.

"Yeah; no laughing at me." He kicked off gently and then there was wind in his hair and a sense of freedom he'd not ever felt before. Never would he have thought he'd get a chance to fly, that kind of thing just didn't happen in Middle Earth. Only if you were on exceedingly good terms with the Great Eagles. Something he'd never have expected. But, here he was, flying through the sky at a steady pace.

Yet, all he could think about was the female sat behind him.

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"Uncle's organising a Quest to reclaim Erebor soon."

They were back on the ground now, laid out in the grass and staring up at the sky. Harry was beside him, as she usually was when they ended up falling into this position. The strange, round contraption she wore over her face -glasses she called them- were now in her hand as she too looked up at the sky. The sun was setting off to the west, leaving a brilliant mix of red, orange and yellows to spread out across the sky.

"He said it'd be about a year until we leave, when winter breaks for spring."

Harry had sat up now, turning to look at him with a frown on her face. And then, she flopped down onto her stomach, head resting in her hands and elbows jammed into the earth to hold her skull up.

"I'd be a hypocrite if I asked you not to go. So instead, I'll say stay safe. You can't imagine how much of a help having you on this quest was. From the sword lessons and the whole knife thing, and then just having somewhere to escape to. Someone to talk to."

Sitting up and crossing his legs, Fili watched Harry watch him, even if she was squinting to keep him in focus. There were many dwarves, older ones, with bad vision, but they'd not come up with something like Harry's glasses yet as a way to fix it. He had no idea how they worked, and when he'd asked the girl, Harry had just shrugged and muttered she had no idea.

"You know, in dwarven tradition, it's considered lucky to get a kiss before going off on a quest." He didn't know why he said it. He regretted it the second he said it.

Harry's eyes had popped open in surprise, her parted lips forming a cute little 'o' of surprise.

"But, you know, it's a dwarven tradition, you don't have to follow it."

"Well where was my kiss when I started my quest?"

If he'd snapped his head up a second slower, then Fili had no doubt he'd have ended up head-butting Harry. Instead, it just meant she didn't have to move as much when she graced his cheek with a light kiss.

"I think I'm waking up."

"You know, my quest doesn't start for nearly a full year, the good luck might wear off by then," Fili grinned as he spoke, watching as Harry rolled her eyes, and amused smile stretching out her lips.

"Yeah, but I'm magic, so who knows?"

And then she was gone, rudely awakened by someone on her end.

Dropping back until he was laid eagle spread across the think grass, Fili stared up at the sky that'd suddenly gone from sunset to dawn and grinned to himself. He was in way too deep. Erebor mines deep.

But maybe it wasn't completely hopeless after all.

Nah, I was not expecting so many people to offer up their time to talk through some of my odd ideas; I asked my brother to pick someone out for me, so yeah.

Right, on this chapter; Fili manages to swindle a kiss from the Lady and Harry's feeling a bit better. I'm so excited that Part 1 is done now.

I got asked if Harry will change anything in Hobbit (i.e, certain dwarf deaths) and that answer is yes. Harry's a fighter, and when she turns up in ME she's not going to stand by and let Fili get killed. So expect some changes. I haven't seen BOFA yet (The earliest I can see it is actually the 30th, so I'm praying I'll be able to watch it by the start of new year) so I don't have any plans for anything that happens in that movie, other than have Fili and family live.

As for the fact all of this is from Fili's POV, well the vast majority of the story will be. The next chapter however, well, take a look;

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Preview of the next chapter

Mrs Weasley has a knowing smile on her face. That alone made Hariel nervous.

Three months had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts, and no one was quite the same. This was probably why Hariel didn't know quite what to make of Mrs Weasley's current expression. Likely why it made her so nervous.

"So, what's his name then?"

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So, thoughts on this?

Tsume
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