me and my wild boy
{ fic written for Durin's Day Exchange hosted by @gatheringfiki, inspired by @youuuuegg's art }
It was coronation day, and Fíli was feeling anxious.
It was to be expected, really, as he would officially become the King Under the Mountain, but everyone knew and adored him, so there was no need to be this anxious.
After Erebor had been through reparations and more of their cousins moved into the mountain, Fíli had worked alongside his uncle incessantly to make sure everything would work out as it should, and Thorin had said time and time again how much of a natural Fíli was, solving the people’s problems with ease and keeping his mind clear.
In fact, since the beginning, Thorin made sure to allocate some of his duties to Fíli in a way to teach him to become a good ruler. Back then, Thorin didn’t plan on retiring, not so soon at least, and it seemed like Middle Earth was finally going to see some peace after Azog died.
(Fíli heard the rumours, of course, he knew there was danger lurking, but so far, things had been stable, and he would take advantage of that.)
And Erebor thrived. Thorin had always been kindhearted, caring for his kin had always been his priority, which meant that Erebor quickly returned to its former glory.
Not without the help of the Company or the other dwarves that came from the Iron Hills – and even from the Blue Mountains when they heard that Erebor was dragon free now – of course, but Thorin was great at managing the parties of who would do what, and Fíli and Balin were his right and left hands, helping each step of the way.
After the reconstruction, Thorin could finally start digging the mountain again, and the relations with Men and Elves started doing well – Fíli had taken the primary role at dealing with the Elves, because even though Thorin had changed, he still felt his blood boiling when dealing with Elves, so Fíli was in charge of that.
Kíli would sometimes help, as he had made friends with Tauriel, and then with some other Elves after the Battle of the Five Armies, and Fíli had to admit that he quite enjoyed being the one responsible for making sure the dwarves’ relationship with the other races worked.
For one, he was very open-minded and curious, which made it easier to handle those who had spent decades, centuries even, with prejudice and bigotry in their hearts.
But also, it was one of the moments that Kíli got to work with him.
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