It all started with a toilet. Not only was the sound of the bowl constantly filling annoying, but the extra water usage was getting to be expensive. Sigrid had finally broken down and called for a plumber. Her Da was right, the cost of a repair, while hefty up front, would end up of saving her money when all was said and done. She had just finished tidying up the flat when there was a knock at the door. She almost felt silly cleaning for a repairman, but it was her first flat and had not had many visitors to show it off to yet.

She opened the door with a bright smile and found herself looking into familiar blue eyes. She blinked, taken aback, and shook her head. She could not, for the life of her, remember where she knew him from, only that she did. She stepped back and gestured for the man to enter. He paused only a moment, and she swore that she saw recognition in his gaze as well.

"Hello," she glanced to the name tag on his shirt, "Fíli. I'm sorry, this may sound strange, but, have we met before?"

He seemed relieved by her question. "It seems so. I was just about to ask you the same thing."

They both laughed at that before falling into an awkward silence. They stood in her entryway, him shifting from foot to foot and her trying not to fidget.

"So," he trailed off.

"So," she answered, unsure of what to say.

He held up the tool box between them. "You're having an issue with the loo?"

"Oh. Yes," she could feel her cheeks burning. "This way."

She led him to the cupboard of a room and settled herself in the doorway as he set to work.

"Do you fish?" He cheeks warmed again at her sudden question, but the more she racked her brain to remember the man in front of her, the more frustrated she became.

He didn't seem to mind and shot her a smile from his kneeling position on the floor. "Can't say that I do."

"Oh," she hadn't meant to sound disappointed, but she was. "I go from time to time with my Da. I thought maybe I had seen you there."

He set the tank to drain and sat on the side of the tub for a moment. His eyes drifted past her and she turned to see what had caught his attention. "Well, there we are." she could see nothing that would have stood out to him, it was only her bedroom across the hall. "You work at the hospital. I was there last week with my brother. Archery accident." He laughed. "How often can you say that these days? He got shot in the leg, the idiot."

Understanding hit her when she saw that her scrubs were hanging from the open bedroom door. "I heard about that," she turned back to watch him mess about with the insides of the tank, "but I wasn't there that day."

He made a non-committal noise as he concentrated on the inner workings of her toilet. "That's true," he jiggled something, and strained a little harder, "I'm sure I would have remembered a pretty thing like you there." A cylinder finally gave way and he held it up in victory, and then his words seemed to sink in and he turned away to root through his tool box once again.

She bit her lip to contain her smile, half at his compliment, and half at the pink hue his cheeks had turned before he had swung away. "So," she felt more bold now, "not at the lake and not at the hospital, but I swear that I've seen you before."

He fiddled with the cylinder a second more before meeting her eyes. "We could, I don't know, talk about it some more over dinner. If you want." He looked away quickly, preoccupying himself with replacing the cylinder in the tank.

There was no way she could hide her smile this time, biting her lip or not. "I'd like that. Very much, I think."

She had not noticed how tense he had become until she saw his shoulders relax. "Good. Good." He knelt once more to fiddle with the wall before standing and wiping his hands on a rag.

The sound of the tank refilling was louder than she remembered. They stood staring at each other and smiling; what a silly pair they made.

She extended her hand. "Sigrid. Sigrid Bowman."

His smile grew wider as he took her hand in his, and she doubted that she had ever seen a more gorgeous man. "Fíli Durinson."

They never could figure where they had met before, but eventually stopped trying to remember. What was the point in past that was forgotten when there was a future still waiting to be lived. It started with a toilet, and what a beautiful beginning it was.