The Life That Was: Fili x Reader Imagines

Fireside

Y/N P.O.V

The next day's ride was long and arduous so when Thorin announced that we would be stopping for the night all of us were relieved. I'd begun to acclimate to the routine of these dwarves.  As usual, Bofur was in charge of preparing the dinner and seeing as I thought I could be useful I went over and helped him. He was glad of the extra pair of hands and instantly had me cutting vegetables for him. 

Fili came over to where I was working with an amused grin.

"Is something amusing you?" I asked. 

"No. I see Bofur has you working hard." He chuckles and attempts to steal some food but I bat his hand away.

"At least I am working," I'm smiling and a hint of a laugh is rising in my throat. He scoffs as Bofur starts laughing behind me. Before he leaves, Fili winks at me. I am glad that he has his back to me otherwise he would have seen how dumbfounded he left me. 

~ 2 hours later ~

Dinner had been over for a while and I had finished helping Bofur clean the plates. 
"Thank you, darling." He said when the last of the plates were stored away. 

"Think nothing of it." I reciprocate his smile and left to find a place to sleep. 

Fili P.O.V

She settles down onto her mat and I watch as she slowly falls asleep, her breathing becoming deeper. 

Kili and I were on the first watch tonight. We had lit a fire under an alcove to keep ourselves warm. 

"Brother?" Kili inquires. I quickly turn away from watching y/n and face the valley. 

"Were you watching her sleep?" Kili mocks me. I grunt but otherwise give no reply. He shoves my shoulder and laughter erupts from him. I punch his stomach to keep him quiet.

"Sh! You'll wake everyone up!" I whisper-shout. 

Kili smirks like a child and resumes poking the fire with a stick to try and get more life out of it without having to get up and put more wood on it. 

An unholy screech, from somewhere deep in the valley reaches us at our camp. 
"What was that?" Bilbo asks as he approaches us, now a little more warily. 

"Orcs," Kili next to me says solemnly. 

"Orcs?" Biblo squeaks.

"Aye, they strike in the wee small hours, when everyone's asleep. Quick and quiet; no screams, just lots of blood."

Bilbo turns to Gandalf looking like he might pass out. Kili turns to me and we both start giggling in spite of ourselves. 

"Orcs aren't a joke." Y/n startles me as she comes over to where we are sitting. She motions to Kili to shuffle over so she can sit down. When she does she wraps her arms around her knees and hugs herself. 

"We didn't mean anything by it," I stutter. 

"No, it's alright," she replies.

"What did they do to you?" Biblo asks. He's cross-legged on the other side of the fire to us. 

Gandalf turns to face us, clearly interested in how this conversation will turn out. Something about his gaze says we don't want to know the answer to that question. 

"They... wiped out my family."

Kili leaned towards her eager to hear her story. I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. "Kili," I scolded. 

"It's okay," she smiles at me sweetly and I let my brother go.

"Long before your kin were invaded by the dragon Smaug my kin fought against the Orcs in the lands of Eriador to the north. My parents were at the forefront of the battle. Many of my people were slaughtered, women and children too. The grief was overbearing. Just as it seemed the battle was over, something changed in my mother. Later she told me it was a wound that caused it, but the elder light had left her, in other words, she was becoming mortal. My father was devastated. He knew he couldn't take her back to be with her people because she wouldn't be one of them soon. Before she was discovered he gave her his horse and told her to ride East. Not far from Rivendell she fainted from exhaustion and fell off her horse. A Lord of Rivendell was travelling that road as he ventured home. He gave aid to my mother, food and medicine and helped her build a home for herself and her unborn child... me. The Lord sent a midwife after he returned to help with the birth. He had been very kind. If it wasn't for him she would have died on that road and I would never have been born. Later I found out that it was some dark magic cast by the orcs that affected my mother. I don't know if my father is alive or any of my kin. And the cause of all this heartache was the orcs, which is why they are no joke."

"Y/n," I whispered, leaning over to take her hand. A tear spilt down her cheek.

"Is she still alive? Your mother?"

She shook her head. "She died almost a year ago."

I squeezed her hand and she looked over at me gratefully. 

"But I'm okay if things hadn't gone the way they were I wouldn't have set out on my journey and would never have come across Gandalf and never have met all of you."

Aroused from their sleep by all the talk the rest of the company had now gathered close. 

"What was the name of the Lord from Rivendell?" Gandalf asked.

"Oh, Lord Elrond. My mother, Lady Aria, was his niece."

"You're elven royalty?" I asked incredulously. 

The company bowed before her (except Thorin) half joking and all in good fun which cheered her up immensely. 

~ 3 hours later ~ 

Everyone had gone to bed long ago except for myself and Y/n, I don't think she would be able to get any sleep after reliving her past.

"What's on your mind?" I asked lightly.

"Just thinking."

"What about?"

"Fire."

"Oh?"

"How it can be deadly and destructive."

"Sounds like me," I joked, flexing my arms. She giggles and moves closer to me.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For comforting me."

"You're welcome," I'm staring at her, she has such beautiful and complex eyes, they look like the ocean. All mixed blues and greens with a hint of yellow like the sun reflecting off the water. 

She leans towards my face and kisses my cheek before resting her head on my shoulder and snuggling into my side, sighing and closing her eyes. A wave of happiness fills me and I lean my head on top of hers to have a little more contact with her. I beam to myself because, for the first time, someone feels comfortable enough to sleep by my side.