A/N: This is a companion fic to my Kíli/Tauriel story "The Gift" and covers Fíli's POV. I recommend reading "The Gift" first, for not all references to it are explained in detail. If you don't mind the occasional plot hole, though, it is possible to read this story as a stand-alone, I suppose.

This story was prompted by Marvelmykiss17's review to "The Gift" and has basically been writing itself over the past couple of weeks. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I currently enjoy writing it. It's a WIP, but I can promise you that I will finish it before too long - it's all mapped out already and "just" needs to be written down.

BTW, this is not going to have 192 chapters. Not every day gets one. Also, they vary in length quite a bit.

Genre: Family, Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Fíli/Sigrid, implied Kíli/Tauriel

Rating: M for sexual themes and content (It will be a while until we get to that, though).

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit or any of its characters. I'm not writing this for profit, but merely for fun and because the voices in my head won't stop talking until I write down what they have to say.

192 Days Without My Brother

Day 1

On the first day, he sleeps. And on the second, and the third, and the fourth. He sleeps for a whole week, his body as still as the statues of his forefathers lining the halls in the greatest kingdom of Dwarves.

During those days his mind is in a safe place where nothing can touch it, protected as it is by the depth of his repose. And yet – even through those heavy shrouds of oblivion, he is aware of the presence of others around him, knows that they care for him and are waiting for him to wake up.

Somehow he feels, though, that something is wrong. No, not wrong. Missing. Like a part of himself has gotten lost somewhere along the way.

He tells himself that he needs to wake up, needs to find that missing piece.

And so, on the eighth day, he opens his eyes.