#thorin fili and kili see erebor prosper and dis watches her family grow instead of shrink

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Familiar Faces (Fili x Reader) [Chapter One/Part One]

Familiar Faces

The Hobbit // Fili x Reader Story

Summary: Everyone lives AU//  You are a dwarrowdam of Ered Luin that arrives at Erebor with others of your kin half a year after BOTFA. You are an ordinary dam, eager to establish your new life under the mountain. Although you of course know Fili - he is the crown prince after all - and have seen him before, you have hardly ever talked. You wouldn't have minded was it not that you had trouble keeping your eyes of him out of sudden and curiously enough Fili experiences a certain gravity towards you, that he cannot explain as your face seems of course familiar, but for some reason he had never paid you much attention before and doesn’t even know your name... Will your hearts reach one another in the newly prospering kingdom or will the obstacles of love, jealousy and the growing monarchy tear you apart?

Warnings: Fluff, Angst & talk about war/death in later chapters, slow burn

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Note: I have already written later parts, but the beginning is so hard to come up with! “Familiar Faces” is the title until I come up with a better one! There won’t be too much of Fili in this first chapter however, be warned. Ugh, I hope you like it anyway. Feedback is appreciated! 

[Chapter One/Part One] [Chapter One/Part Two]

A Long Lost Home

It had been nearly two years since Durinsfolk had last been united with their king and loved ones, nearly two years of uncertainty and fear that those you had let go on the absolutely unreasonable and mad quest to kill a dragon might never return. And indeed, your thirteen dwarves did never return, but instead sent a raven to those they had left behind in Ered Luin , announcing that they had managed the unmanageable, had actually reclaimed your homeland.

This had been about half a year ago at the beginning of winter and though some had been mad enough to leave the Blue Mountains directly in the menace of winter, the majority had been reasonable enough to plan the journey ahead and leave the first days of spring with a decent amount of food and everything you needed to start your new life far over the misty mountains. While some, such as your parents, had decided to stay behind, pleased enough with the home they had made in Ered Luin, a great group of your people, including you,  had followed the King’s sister Lady Dis and were finally able to lay eyes upon the great mountain they called Erebor. The months on the road had not been easy, but dwarves were tough and the view you now had was worth every single step. You of course had never seen Erebor before, but even though  the gate was clearly damaged, its greatness and massiveness had you at awe, making all the tales you had grown up with fall short.

You looked over to the excited dwarrowdam beside you, smiling when you saw her eyes glisten with tears of joy. She was your uncle’s wife and just like you she hadn’t heard anything of him and his brother, beside the few letters, stating that they were alive, that had been exchanged between the battle and your departure nearly half a year ago. The fact that you would have family awaiting you at the mountain, such as that your aunt needed support on the road, played major roles in your parents advocacy of the cause, you were young and eager for adventure, so you had gladly taken the opportunity.

When the new arrivals stepped through the gates they were first welcomed by their relatives of the Iron Hills that had stood behind after the great battle to help rebuild the kingdom. The entrance hall quickly filled with those weary from the travel, but spirits were high and Lady Dis was easily keeping everything at bay.

At first there was noone of the thirteen dwarves to be seen - you gave your aunt’s hand a squeeze of encouragement - but then you saw him, Thorin Oakenshield, war hero and king under the mountain , your King, enter the hall. Although you had never gotten more than a glimpse of him before and therefore had only stories to compare him to, you were certain you had never seen anyone as kingly as him in your entire life. From what you could see from the slight distance he seemed more tattered than whole, there was a clear limp in his walk, but it still was the stride of a king.  Right behind him however, a steak of gold caught your attention. The golden mane belonged to no other than the king’s nephew Fili, who you had never really been acquainted with as well, but whose hair truly was a trademark, and you figured the person next to him to be his younger brother Kili, both of whom were beaming, though clearly war marked. From what you could tell from your position, Fili was dressed in a burgundy tunic that complimented the hue of blonde and maybe it was exactly this combination that caught your attention, but there was definitely something about the elder prince that kept your eyes glued to him, instead of to the king, in a way that had never happened to you, although you were not yet able to explain what it was.

“My kin”, Thorin’s low voice boomed over the chatter of the people, “Welcome to your new home” He spread his arms wide, his entire presence filling the room.

This caused Lady  Dis to spin around and as soon as she had laid eyes on her brother and sons, she abandoned all her things to run over and gather the three of them in a tight embrace. Only when they winced and cried out in pain for their wounds were still tender because they had barely escaped death half a year prior, she stepped back and frantically scanned their bodies for injuries, only to start scolding the three dwarves loudly - especially putting emphasis on how reckless Thorin had been to not only risk his own ��life but also the lives of his nephews and that she actually ought to murder him now in return. She made such a ruckus, that the surrounding people watched with amusement how their king, although smiling, shrank under his sister’s rage. You couldn’t suppress a smile yourself when the relieved mother interrupted her shouting to shower her sons with kisses and further hugs, which they gladly returned. It was obvious how overjoyed she must have been to reunite with them after two years of peril and to witness with her own eyes that they were indeed alive.

Had it not been that you were looking for your relatives as well, you would have delightly watched the spectacle a little longer, but now reluctantly tore your eyes from the prince to let them wander through the crowd instead, seeking your family. You knew, in fact, that they were well, because that was what they had written in their letter, but you had yet to see it for yourself. Fortunately enough you soon found your aunt squealing next to you and running into her husband’s arms, while you yourself caught a glimpse of a funny hat just before you found yourself in the familiar arms of your second uncle.

“Bofur, Mahal, you are well, aren’t you?”, you exhaled once he had released you and started to scan him the way Dis had checked her sons for injuries, but you found none - except for soft lines on his face that might have once been bruises, but were now barely visible - and were instead met with the beaming smile and the oh so familiar wrinkles around his eyes.  Unnecessary to say that you were more than relieved to notice that none of your family had experienced any major loss - even your uncle Bombur, who was still embraced by your aunt, seemed to be as round as ever - except for your cousin Bifur, that is, who had in fact lost his axe. You had trouble to recognise him for not only was the weapon in his head, without which you had never known him, gone, but in contrast to the rest of the company he actually seemed… more groomed and tidy than ever before. The hair on his head seemed to be brushed, his clothes were neat and pretty and when he started speaking to you in common tongue instead of Khuzdul before hugging you, you nearly lost it.

 All in all the reunion turned out to be even merrier than expected and it took awhile for the crowd to calm down. While your uncles and cousin were easily swept off after a while to greet others, take care of the livestock and personal belongings your group had brought, and look for Bombur’s children, you volunteered to stay behind to take care of the formalities such as doing the registration soon to be initiated by Balin.