Yavanna's Warriors

BY : Lady_Laran
Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The
Dragon prints: 8036
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Hobbit" nor do I make money from this story.

Author’s Note – I’m actually fixing a mistake I made in chapter fourteen regarding the origins of a certain famous sword. A huge thank you goes out to the individual who had pointed this fact out to me. I greatly appreciated it. I also have to send a huge thank you to my natha for helping me work through this chapter because this thing did NOT want to be written; you are a wonderful gift, and I am grateful for you. I’m also grateful to my dear friend, Cherry Blossom (as I know her by), for helping me put the story onto the right path after I lost Mom. She helped me brainstorm things out in regards to future events, and I am grateful for her friendship and putting up with a lot of wombat bouncing.

 

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story.

 

Chapter 19 – A Bit of History

 

Time passed slowly in Rivendell, and the company used their time in the elvish sanctuary wisely. They made use of the training fields, ensuring that everyone not only kept their skills sharp but also improved them. Bilbo found himself training Ori and Kili several times a day, and he also sparred with various members of the company so that he continued to better his skills as well. He wanted to be prepared for the next part of their journey and found that the others felt as he did.

 

Once the training was done, it was not unusual for him to find Balin, Ori, Fili, and Thorin in the large library that Rivendell contained. All of them were hoping to uncover any evidence of what Erebor’s true heart could be as well as information on the Nazgûl, Sauron, Morgoth, and dragons. Thorin had read the account of the battle where Isildur cut the One Ring from Sauron’s hand, and Bilbo and Fili had been quick to show the others where the shards of the famed Narsil rested. Kili, who had been wandering the halls, joined them when he was told where they were going. The chance to see the legendary sword was too great an opportunity to pass up.

 

“I never thought to see this,” Balin murmured as they looked upon shattered sword. “I’ve read the account of Isildur’s battle against Sauron many times and often wondered if the drawings of Narsil were accurate.”

 

“I didn’t think anything could break elvish metal work,” Fili commented, blinking when his uncle spoke up.

 

“Elves did not craft Narsil,” Thorin told his sister-son, sharing a part of history that most people had forgotten. “The smith, Telchar, crafted it for the descendants of Elros, the first king of Númenor. We were honored to know that Isildur used it to bring down the Deceiver as many of us loathed him for his part in the death of a dear friend to the dwarrow of the Longbeard clan.”

 

“It’s a rare thing to be able to look upon something that played such a huge part in history,” the adviser stated.

 

“Legend states that the sword could once more be made whole and wielded again by one of royal blood,” Ori shared. “If it’s true, I wonder if Lord Elrond will have it reforged here or ask a dwarf to do it.”

 

“If one is here when Narsil is needed once more, I will ask a dwarf to reforge it,” a new voice stated, answering the scribe’s question. “Though we craft amazing things, the skill of the dwarrow is incredible and it would be an honor to have a dwarf mend what was broken.”

 

Thorin bowed his head slightly, acknowledging the compliment his people had been paid. Elves weren’t bad at crafting weapons, often creating things of beauty like the blade he now carried, but Mahal had taught His children how to coax the metal into forms that were strong and beautiful. Dwarrow had their own magic, taught to enchant each item in unique ways to protect their owners and ensure good fortune or health as well.

 

“If we are successful, send word when it is time to see Narsil whole and the finest weapon-smith Erebor has shall be sent to reforge this into a mighty blade once more,” he told the elf lord. “I will ensure my descendants will be informed of this promise and will be in readiness should you send the call.”

 

Elrond placed a hand over his heart, bowing in both gratitude and honor. He was being offered an amazing gift, and he would not refuse it.

 

“I am grateful,” he told the king-in-exile. “If you are willing to listen, I have some advice in regards to problem of bringing your people home safely.”

 

“I am willing to hear your words,” Thorin stated, knowing the other might have some useful advice for this issue.

 

“I am often in contact with the Dúnedain and can arrange for the chieftain to liaise with your regent so the caravan from Ered Luin to Erebor will have safe passage,” the elf offered.

 

“Please do so,” the dark haired dwarf said, looking somewhat relieved. “My regent is my sister, Princess Dis Axedancer. I will send her a letter to let her know to expect this and instruct her to ensure the arrangements are in place so they will be ready when I send word that our home is ours once more.”

 

“You are welcome to use our messengers,” he said. “If you’ll follow me, I can show you were to write your message and send it off.”

 

“I guess that means we should write Mum too,” Kili frowned, knowing their mother would want to hear from her sons as well. “I’ll write one from both of us, but you get to write the next one.”

 

“I promise I will,” the blond dwarf told his brother, who nodded and went with his uncle and the Lord of Rivendell.

 

Balin soon departed, murmuring something about continuing with his research, and Ori went with him. Bilbo knew they probably wouldn’t see them until dinner since both dwarrow were devoted to their crafts and research was a part of that craft. He would probably need to warn Dwalin or Dori about where they were in case the pair became so immersed, they ignored their growling bellies. One of the two would make sure the researchers stopped and ate the evening meal.

 

Once alone with Fili, the Tèarmunn looked back at Narsil, wondering if the blade would ever be reforged or if destiny will be altered with how things have been progressing so far. With the Nazgûl already moving, the hobbit was worried that this meant darker things were moving in the shadows and they were nowhere near prepared to handle this. He remembered one of his teachers commenting that prophecy was never really set in stone so it did make him curious as to what the future would hold from this moment on.

 

“Do you think we will see the sword reforged in our time,” the dwarf asked his friend, unknowingly echoing the thoughts he’d been rolling over.

 

At Fili's question, Bilbo shook his head, thinking about what the other had asked.

 

"That is Vairë’s domain," he said softly. "Narsil's future is supposedly bound to the One Ring so it's unknown if the prophecies will hold true or be changed. I guess it depends on where that damned ring is."

 

“True and since you shared Radagast’s news about Dol Guldur, I wonder if that ring will be found sooner rather than later. If it’s sooner, I think uncle would enjoy being the one to reforge this particular blade,” Fili commented, stepping away from the statue holding the tray where the pieces of Narsil lay.

 

"He might or might not be the one to do it," he said quietly. "We can't see Vairë's tapestries, and only She will know who will be the one to reforge Narsil. Truthfully, I'd love to see the prophecies rendered useless. There is a lot of bloodshed ahead of the ones tied to the fate of this sword, but I can somewhat understand why Thorin would want to be the one to remake it."

 

“I know he would but if the call is sent to Erebor, he would send his next best weapon-smith instead of going himself,” the prince pointed out. “As king, he’d not be able to go do it, especially if there’s that much bloodshed tied to Narsil’s fate.”

 

“Why couldn’t he leave you in charge so he could do it? You said he’s the best so it’d be madness to turn down such an opportunity,” Bilbo rebutted.

 

“Well, if the council tried to stop him, I’m sure Mum could put them into place,” he said with a smirk. “They know better than to cross her when she has her mind set on something.”

 

The hobbit laughed at that, having heard the stories about the fearsome princess. He knew her family was proud of her for her spirit and courage, and he was looking forward to meeting her in the future. Bilbo just hoped that the dwarrowdam would be friendly towards him.

 

“We’re going to have to be incredibly careful after we leave Rivendell,” the Tèarmunn said, thoughts going back to his worries.

 

“The Nazgûl as well as the dream,” Fili asked, watching the other closely.

 

“That and Saruman too,” Bilbo answered, running a hand through his hair and dislodging the hair tie. “I just hope the White Council can keep him under control and prevent him from interfering with the quest.”

 

“So do I,” he sighed. “I have heard so many stories about his attitude as well as his dislike for dwarrow. I think the Maker must be disappointed in him.”

 

“I have to wonder why He hasn’t stepped in and tried to put the wizard back on the right path,” the hobbit mused, pulling his shoulder length hair back into another ponytail at the nape of his neck. “Since he is the Istar taught by the Stone Father, he should be willing to help His children whenever they are in need.”

 

“You’d think so, but he doesn’t. I know my great grandfather sent a request for aid in finding a new home,” the blond dwarf said, heading out of the room where Narsil was exhibited. “Saruman sent the messenger away with bitter words, told him to tell the king not to bother him again.”

 

Bilbo fell in step with the other, listening to Fili. He shook his head, horrified by what was being shared with him.

 

“Unbelievable,” he murmured. “I don’t know anything about the Blue Wizards, but I know Radagast and Gandalf do all they can to help people. It’s so disappointing and infuriating to hear that the so-called leader of the Order will not do the same. What does he spend his time doing?”

 

“Research probably,” the dwarf answered in a dry tone of voice. “Collecting odd artifacts and telling people what to do whenever he deigns to communicate with them. I’ll be willing to bet that he only tolerates the other members of the White Council.”

 

“Círdan and Lady Galadriel must be incredibly patient if that is so,” Bilbo replied, shaking his head. “I don’t understand why they keep him on the council if that’s the case.”

 

“Because he is powerful and knowledgeable,” a new voice answered, making them turn. “His attitude is frustrating, but we must abide by it as his knowledge has been useful in the past.”

 

The elvish lord was standing near the path, and both of them gave a small bow as they greeted him.

 

“Good day, my lord,” Fili stated, eyeing the small child standing beside the lord.

 

“Good day, Prince Fili,” Elrond answered, smiling at the pair. “I would like to introduce my son, Estel. He had spoken of wanting to meet a dwarf and hobbit, and I spied the pair of you as he and I were walking to his lessons.”

 

“Hello Estel, I am Fili, son of Dis, at your service,” the dwarf said, bowing as he introduced himself.

 

“I am Bilbo Baggins-Took, at your service,” the hobbit stated with a warm smile.

 

“Hello Prince Fili, Master Baggins-Took,” the tiny child answered, bowing in response. “I am Estel, son of Lord Elrond, at your service.”

 

After the introduction, the little boy looked up at his father for reassurance and was given a proud smile and nod.

 

“Well done,” he praised, gently patting his shoulder.

 

“What lessons are you heading to, young master,” Fili asked, hoping to put the child at ease.

 

“Archery,” Estel answered, beaming happily at them. “Father is teaching me how to shoot.”

 

“Is that so? My brother is a good archer himself,” the dwarf shared. “He’s got very keen eyes for a dwarf, and he’s put food on the table for my family and others with his bow. Archery is a good skill to have.”

 

“Do you shoot,” the child asked.

 

“Oh no, I use throwing knives or axes,” Fili answered. “I didn’t have the patience for it, and Kili took to it like a hog to mud so I just learned to be accurate with my knives and axes. It’s always good to have a back up in case you can’t use your main weapons.”

 

“Very true,” Elrond stated. “Estel will be learning the sword in a few more months. At the moment, he has been learning hand to hand combat as well as working on his endurance. We have to pace him because of his youth.”

 

“I work hard,” Estel said, not bragging but speaking the truth. “What about you, Master Baggins-Took?”

 

“I use a hobbit weapon known as corran for close combat and a cearcall for ranged attacks,” Bilbo explained. “I can show them to you later once you are finished with your lessons provided your father agrees.”

 

“I certainly do,” the elf agreed. “It would be good for Estel to be exposed to the combat techniques of other races, and your race is not very well known. Perhaps an hour or two before the evening meal?”

 

“I am agreeable to that,” he answered. “In fact, if he is willing, Fili and I can spar together so Estel can see how these weapons work as well as get an idea of how our people fight since I doubt he will get this opportunity again.”

 

“I’m certainly willing,” Fili said, earning a wide smile from the lad. “Shall we say two hours before dinner? We can meet in our usual training field.”

 

“Two hours before dinner,” Elrond stated. “We shall meet you there. For now, I must get Estel to his lesson before he is late.”

 

“See you then,” the boy chirped, making Bilbo and Fili smile.

 

Once the pair were gone, the Tèarmunn looked at his companion with an apologetic expression on his face.

 

“I’m sorry if I volunteered you for that,” he began, blinking when the other cut him off with a warm smile.

 

“You didn’t,” the dwarf insisted. “Sharing knowledge is never a bad thing, and I would never pass up an opportunity to spar with you. It’s a learning experience each time we spar.”

 

“It’s the same for me,” Bilbo said. “Though I also find sparring with Thorin, Dwalin, or Balin a challenge as well. I’ve learned a lot from them and you.”

 

“That’s good,” Fili said as they continued on their walk. “Uncle says a warrior must never stop training and learning. The experience can save your life.”

 

“My teachers said the same thing,” he shared. “I have been enjoying the chance to spar with new people. After a while, you get used to what your normal training partners can do and that gets a bit old after a while.”

 

“True,” the other commented. “I’m still gaining in experience so I haven’t hit that point with my usual sparring partners. I think it’s because they’re constantly learning and adapting too.”

 

“Speaking of learning, do you think the company might be interested in learning my people’s language,” Bilbo asked, taking Fili by surprise. “I know your language is a hidden one, but there might be occasions where a different language might be useful. As far as I know, no one except Gandalf and Radagast knows our language.”

 

“I can’t speak for the others, but I’d like to learn. Don’t you hold your language as secret like we do?”

 

“It’s not something we share,” he admitted. “Gandalf and Radagast know because they’ve become friends of the Shire, even if Gandalf is often called a Disturber of the Peace. They were gifted the language because of things they’ve done to help us. All of you have become my friends, and your home will be mine so I want to share something with you.”

 

“I am very honored, Bilbo Baggins-Took, and I know the others will feel the same,” Fili said, surprising Bilbo by giving him a hug. “Let’s go talk to the others and see what they have to say about this, shall we?”

 

Bilbo grinned, hugging him back before walking back to the area where the company’s rooms were. He was glad Fili had accepted the offer and hoped the others would too. In his heart, he knew that offering the language was the right thing to do and just might come in handy in the future.

 

Author’s End Note – I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter; I had to sneak Estel in somehow. He’s too precious, and I love who he becomes when he grows up. Please let me know what you thought of the chapter, and thank you for reading. Happy Holidays (general enough to cover any of the holidays this season holds) and please be safe when you’re out of your home. See everyone next chapter! ~ Laran

 

 



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