Hobbit-imagines/one shots

Fili- your perfect as your are (PG)

A/N: the words in italics are brali answering his uncle in the song

Fili was walking the dark halls of Erebor that were mostly vacant in the mornings, enjoying the peace and quiet of this hour. He knew there was a meeting of the dwarf lords with his uncle, King Thorin, that he would have to be in attendance for in a few hours..but for now he was enjoying the stillness of the halls...clearing his mind before having to endure the politics. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes as he meandered down the way..no particular destination in mind. Thats when he heard it..a soft hiccuping sob...somewhere in the darkness, in the unlit portions of these hallways. Fili tilted his head around, trying to pinpoint the direction of the sound...stilling his mind , calming his breathing to better tune in to the sounds around himself. There it was again...to the left of him.. a sniffle and hiccup. He opened his eyes and slowly walked to where it was coming from..his footsteps light upon the stones as he made his way over to where pillars stood proud and tall, casting shadows into the corners. Fili eased around one of the pillars and saw a child huddeling there in the shadow of that stone column, curling himself into a ball trying to hide from sight. Looking upon the child he recognized him, Brali...the son of Kili and nephew to Fili. Prince Fili knelt down next to Brali, who peeked out from under his arms, tears slipping down from his puffy hazel eyes that were reddened by all the crying he had done.

"What seems to be the problem nephew?" ~ nothing* sniff*~ "Hmm? Really? This doesnt sound like nothing. You know you can tell me whatever it is?" Fili reached out , placing a hand on the little boys shoulder as he just stared up at his uncle...eyes begging to tell all, but afraid if he did he would look weak in Filis eyes. Fili peered deeply into Bralis eyes as he spoke with a comforting tone...his deep voice filling the air around them." You can tell me anything, you do know that?" another teary sniffle and then on a wail he threw himself into his uncles arms...crying out his heart upon Filis shoulder who just tenderly held the distraught boy in his arms...stroking his dark hair in a comforting gesture.

"You will think im weak!" the little boy couldnt stop crying as he clung to Fili harder. He just sighed deeply, gently stroking his back there in the darkness, waiting for Brali to cry himself out. Fili sat there patiently waiting as he thought about the child he was holding. Brali was only 10 years old..he was born during the epic battle with the orcs when his mother sacrificed her life to save the Heir from Azog who was about to impale Fili with his bladed hand in the back. Seeing him held over the cliffs edge by the back of his neck, hanging there battered and bruised, she felt a deep anger come over her as she rushed at the foul creature and running right into the path of the blade...altering its course from its intended victim. Fili felt the impact upon his back and a womans scream in his ear...before his mind could process what had happened he felt himself falling through the air..then an impact upon something that cushioned his fall..saving him. He rolled to the side to see what it was and felt horror engulfing him as he looked into the dead eyes of Kilis intended who was pregnant at that time. He heard Kili roar out his grief as he rushed over...taking his love into his arms...sobbing hard into her neck. They probaly would of lost the baby to in that moment if it hadn't been Dwalin coming over saying there may be hope yet for the child if they hurried...so there on the battlefield Brali was born...into the violence surounding them. From that day since Fili knew he owed a life debt to her for saving him and made sure no matter what he would always be there for the boy. Finally Fili felt the boy calming down enough to hear him speak.

"Brali, son of my brother Kili, I may be the Heir Prince of Erebor but Im first and formost your Uncle. I could never think you weak. Please..tell me what is got you upset." he looked down into the boys eyes ..waiting. Finally he eased away from Fili, not looking him in the eyes but down into his lap as tear ladden voice softly spoke.

"Im not like other dwarves. I..I..Im a freak. I don't have a beard. " the last was said as if he was ashamed of this admittance to his favorite uncle." I can't grow one...I tried uncle Fili."the last part was half sob as Brali buried his face into Filis chest.