Far over the Misty Mountains rise...
Fíli, brother of Kíli, son of Dís, the sister of Thorin, in the house of Durin! Phew, that was a long one! Yellow beards, and long noses, dwarf of... Well, working on that last bit there. Come one, come all! Have yourself a drink, or ten, it matters not to me! About Me.
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daughterofforgottenkings:

Amera leans into his touch, returning his kiss for a moment before moving to wrap her cloak over his shoulders as well. Their fire, as lovingly as it had been made, offered little warmth against the growing chill. “If you asked them, the rest of the Company, they would follow you, just as they do Thorin.” She nods firmly, a few sparks lazily floating up from the fire. “I’d follow you, if it means anything.”

          Tucking himself in closer to her, tightening the cloak around him, Fíli looked down then closed his eyes and nodded happily to himself. “Aye, it most certainly does. But, y’might need t’be most support than anythin’ right now. Not sure if anyone yet would believe me t’be a great leader. Even if you say so— I know they’d be skeptical.”

(Source: filiyellowbeard)

(Source: sonofdurins)

daughterofforgottenkings:

She pulls her cloak tighter around herself, bumping her nose against his. “I most certainly am not, the first time I saw you I thought to myself, ‘if I’m to be led up a mountainside towards a recently reclaimed kingdom, I’d wish it to be that dwarf’.” Amera had wanted to punt him away within a few minutes of meeting him, but the truth could wait. “You haven’t enough faith in yourself, love.”

          “Maybe not, but… ” He sighs, then lifting his face up to hers and resting his hand across her cheek and kisses her lightly, closing his eyes tight to just take in the moment. Thinking about Erebor made him uneasy and terrified now, unlike hopeful and excited. After what came from the mountain, Fíli had seemed to realize he was nothing more but a young dwarf following his uncle to play sword and axes. At least Amera saw a king in him… Perhaps he should just believe in what other’s thought. 

(Source: filiyellowbeard)

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daughterofforgottenkings:

She silently considers that, biting the corner of her lip in thought. Amera glances up quickly, relieved that despite the smoke rising from Laketown far below them, a few stars managed to flicker in the night sky. “I think you to be capable of more than a bit,” She squeezes his hand gently, “I don’t know what’s to come, but I know I’d glad to have you leading us. All of us are; Oin, Bofur…we’re lucky to have you.”

          “Y’are just biased.” He huffs a laugh, turning so his forehead was to hers, sighing a bit as he felt the heaviness of it all again. He wasn’t ready to be a leader, nor did he want to. Thorin had yet to lead the people and it was his duty— There was so much for Fíli to gain and now he was thrown into it. He’d never be ready, not without Thorin’s guidance and… That was gone now, too…

(Source: filiyellowbeard)

daughterofforgottenkings:

Relieved she’s at least managed to take his mind off things for a bit, Amera grins faintly and pokes a twig further into the fire with the toe of her boot. “I was growing terribly bored back home, after all. You lot managed to make things a bit more adventurous, I’d say.” She leans against his shoulder, thoughtful for a moment. “You’ll rebuild all of this one day, won’t you? If not Thorin, will you?”

         Linking his arm through hers and resting his head to hers as well, he thinks heavily on what she asked him, he himself unsure of how he could manage the entire journey’s burden to reclaim the homeland. “I might a bit of help if I am to… Because I’m not certain if I can on m’own.”

(Source: filiyellowbeard)

daughterofforgottenkings:

Amera leans against him contentedly, grateful for the warmth his form provided against the chill air. “Of all the things you should probably apologize for,” She snorts once, reaching for his hand, “You apologize for the one you needn’t. I’ve been on worse ventures, you know,” She offers a small smile, “This isn’t so bad. How else would I’ve had the pleasure of seeing Goblintown?”

         Oh, she must’ve been joking with him now, for they both knew there was no pleasure or happiness found in the that dreadful place. But it did seem to crack a smile, and soon, a small laugh from the distressed dwarf. “I can’t imagine worse, but I s’ppose ye do have us t’thank for all these misadventures.”

(Source: filiyellowbeard)

daughterofforgottenkings:

It hurts to see him like this; brave, bold Fili doubtful and somber. She didn’t blame him for it, even if she felt burdened by the razing of Lake-town, Amera couldn’t imagine the weight that was on his shoulder. “And it’ll be a beautiful home,” She leans over, kissing the top of his head gently, “You and your uncle have been given the chance to fashion a home as you would wish it, however you wish it.”

         Wrapping an arm around her and pulls her into him, Amera’s faith in the whole journey was still an enigma to him. She was reluctant about the quest, and even more so about them, the dwarves. Now, he left the roles have reverses. Courage and hope beamed throughout her and he was the one with weariness. “I’m sorry, I’m not myself— S’ppose it’s been a long venture, hasn’t it?”

(Source: filiyellowbeard)

felonybell:

If this is to end in fire
       Then we should all burn together
              Watch the flames climb high into the night

daughterofforgottenkings:

Amera swallows hard at that, running a tongue over her lip and staring in the flames. Hadn’t they all loved stories once, when all this had first started? “I know, I know,” She pauses, “But we’ll get there, all of us. We’ve made it this far, haven’t we? Just a bit further, think of it like that. When you’re sleeping on a bed made of gold or whatever treasure you lot have, you’ll look back on this and smile.”

          Surely, he would? But that is if he wanted gold anymore— Which he found himself thinking of the word more and it made him feel lll. “I don’t think I want gold anymore…” He whispers, hoping the others wouldn’t hear. Hugging his knees to his chest, he rests his chin over them. “I just want some place t’call home again…”

(Source: filiyellowbeard)