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Mending the Broken Pieces	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 13613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own "the Hobbit" nor do I make money from this story. Tolkien and Jackson are the ones who own the characters and world.

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Author’s Note – The response for the previous chapter has been amazing, and I’m enjoying the comments a great deal. Thank you so much for your encouragement and support.

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

Chapter Eleven – Entering Rivendell

The next morning, after breakfast, which Gandalf had returned in time for, the group returned back to where the trolls’ corpses were. The ponies were still grazing near the camp since Thorin had decided they would pack their equipment onto the animals after they had gone through the troll hoard. Everything was packed and ready for their departure so time wouldn't be lost.

Hawthorn shook her head, eying the cave with trepidation. The smell was atrocious, and she decided to sit this one out and let the others explore the small cavern. She leaned against a stone, watching the Company as they went in and out of the cave. Gandalf and Thorin eventually exited the cave, each bearing a new blade. The Istar headed towards her with what looked like a sheathed blade in hand.

“This should be your size,” he began. “I'll teach you how to use this in tandem with your staff, and I know we'll all feel better knowing you have an additional weapon to use. It will also give you warning if goblins and orcs are nearby as it will start glowing blue.”

“Thank you, Mithrandir,” she said, moving away from the stone.

He smiled, helping her belt on the weapon and position it where she could easily draw it. She could see some of his concerns fade a little at her acceptance of the sword and was pleased she was able to ease even a little of the burden he was carrying.

Before she could say anything, there were shouts about something approaching and she found herself pulled to stand behind her new family. She grasped her staff and stayed ready to move to help defend her fellow Company members.

“Radagast!”

Hawthorn frowned in concern as the two wizards conversed, wondering what it was that had the brown wizard so upset. She knew a little about the Istar from conversations with both Gandalf and a few elves she called friend, and the behavior he was showing really didn’t match what she’d been told.

“Something troubles you?”

Hawthorn nodded, gaze moving from Radagast to Thorin. His eyes flickered from the Istari to her, settling back on her face once she answered.

“From what little I know of him, I find myself rather unsettled by his arrival and how distressed he is. Radagast is known to be somewhat excitable but not like this. What worries me more is that he rarely leaves the lands Yavanna charged him to watch over,” she answered.

“This could mean ill news,” he commented, realizing she had cause for concern.

“I'm afraid so,” the hobbit murmured. “We just to have hope that the news he brings will not have any impact on our quest.”

“Agreed but we will remain cautious in case he does bring ill news that could have an effect on our mission,” Thorin answered. “This way, we will not be caught off guard.”

The lass nodded, grabbing her pack and slinging it onto her back. The other dwarrow began doing the same, knowing they would have to leave soon.

The bone chilling howl made everyone freeze in dread before moving into a defensive position.

“Wargs,” Hawthorn said, recognizing the deep sound that haunted her dreams some nights. “Yavanna watch over us.”

Thorin reacted quickly when the foul creatures burst through the trees, working in tandem with Dwalin to dispatch the wargs. This was a setback he had been praying to avoid, and his heart sank when he heard Ori’s report regarding their runaway ponies. His eyes turned to Hawthorn for a moment, knowing her injury would be agitated and slow them down.

“We need to go now,” Thorin ordered, wanting to take advantage of the odd wizard’s distraction.

The Company fled, hurrying as they followed Gandalf out of the Trollshaws and deeper into the wild. Thorin managed to glance back, feeling relieved when he spotted Gloin and Balin staying beside her to help where they could.

The run was difficult for all of them, especially when Gandalf disappeared on them. All they could do then was stand and fight, and the king-in-exile hoped against hope that no one in his company would be injured as they faced the pack.

Thorin was proud of Kili when he brought down the warg, and his pride grew as his sister-sons engaged the orc pack that headed their way. Both of his nephews fought well, ensuring to help keep the company protected.

When the last dwarf slid into the small cave, he did a quick head count and was relieved to see no injuries. Hawthorn was limping worse, but the dwarf lord had expected that. The run would have done her no favors at all.

"Is Miss Baggins able to continue,” he asked Oin.

“Aye but we need to get her off of her feet soon. I've no idea how long that leg will hold her up,” the healer answered. “The running caused the swelling to become worse.

“Hopefully, we are not far from the elves’ valley. They arrived fairly quickly so it might not take long to get her to the elf lord.”

The group followed the path, and Hawthorn leaned against Gloin as the leg ached worse than it had previously. She breathed a sigh of relief when they crossed the bridge to wait in the courtyard for someone to welcome them.

Hawthorn smiled when Elrond rode up with his warriors and called out a greeting, preempting the wizard.

“Blessed day, my lord,” she greeted, pleased to see him once again.

The elf lord beamed at the sight of her and quickly dismounted, heading towards her. He knelt in front of her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Blessed day, little blossom. I am overjoyed to see you.”

“As I am to see you,” she answered. “If I may, my lord, I have someone I would like to introduce to you.”

“Of course,” he replied, rising to his feet.

Thorin approached when he spotted her small gesture to come forward, glad she had taken the initiative to make the introductions. While Tharkûn did have a way with words, he found himself trusting Hawthorn to ensure everything went smoothly.

“My lord, it is my honor and pleasure to introduce you to Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, lord of Durin’s Folk. Thorin, this is my dear friend and uncle of my heart, Lord Elrond of Imladris.”

“Well met, Thorin, son of Thrain, you and yours are welcome to Imladris,” the elf said, matching the bow from the dwarf.

“You have my thanks, Lord Elrond.”

“Are any of your Company injured,” he asked. “I know you were attacked by a pack of orcs and wargs.”

“Miss Baggins injured her bad leg several days ago,” Thorin told him, chuckling when the elf got a look of concern and swept the hobbit off of her feet. The squeak she gave was rather adorable.

“Lindir, please see to it our guests are made comfortable. I need to see to Hawthorn and will meet with them once she is resting,” he told the elf who had greeted them earlier.

Oin looked at Thorin questioningly, and the dark haired dwarf nodded in response. The healer should be with his daughter and would update them once he was satisfied with Hawthorn’s condition.

Lindir escorted them to a wing that held comfortable looking bedrooms and told them that someone would be by to take them to dinner. Once he was gone, the group took advantage of the facilities given to them, taking time to get cleaned up. Once they were done, they were escorted to the elf lord’s private dining hall, finding Oin waiting for them.

“How is Miss Baggins?”

“Doing better, Thorin. His daughter helped her bathe, and Lord Elrond put a salve on the swelling to bring it down. She ate and took something for pain, and she was sleeping peacefully when I left,” the healer answered.

“I am glad to hear it,” Thorin told him, relieve to know his One had been given some relief from the pain of her old injuries.

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“As am I,” his cousin replied. “He’s protective of the lassie, which I was pleased to see. He questioned me a few times and didn’t seem too surprised when he spotted the family bead in her hair. All he asked is that we make sure she is loved and taken care of. So far, he’s not so bad for a weed-eater.”

“If he cares that much for her, then perhaps he is not,” the dwarf lord stated. “Miss Baggins seems to be a good judge of character so we must wait to see if her admiration of him and other people here have been well earned.”

“Hawthorn does indeed have a good judge of character,” Elrond stated as he entered the dining area. “All of us here must work to ensure that we never do anything to break the trust she has in us. From what little she has said, she also holds this company in high regard.”

“We are honored to have that regard,” Thorin told him, taking a seat once the elf lord had done so.

“She briefly mentioned that she came along with you because she identified some markings on a map you inherited,” he asked, nodding to Lindir so the meal could be served.

“Hawthorn did indeed discover it, but we shall need your help to read them,” Gandalf interjected. “Apparently, these are the more uncommon ones.”

“After the meal is over, I shall inspect it and determine when the map can be read,” Elrond offered. “I’m not surprised she uncovered the existence of the runes. She enjoyed learning about them when she stumbled across some documents that contained them while researching in the library.”

The meal continued from there; Elrond took the time to identify the two swords that Gandalf and Thorin both carried, gifting the blades to them. It had caught the dwarf by surprise, but he was pleased with the generosity. Orcrist was a fine blade and would serve him well.

Once dinner was through, Gandalf, Balin, and Thorin followed Elrond into a quiet area and the dwarf lord handed him the map. They watched as he held it up to examine it in the moonlight.

“Hawthorn was indeed right; the runes are specialized ones that will require a specific moon. This particular moon will shine upon us in three weeks. You and your company are welcome to remain here as my honored guests until that time arrives,” the elf lord told the other lord.

Thorin nodded, disheartened that it would take this long but he would make proper use of the time given. There were a few things he needed to do before they left the elvish home.

“You have my thanks. Would there be a forge that I might make use of during our time here?”

“There is, and I shall have someone escort you there tomorrow morning after you have broken your fast. I wish you all a good evening; rest well.”

Elrond returned the map to his guest and went to check on his patient, leaving the dwarves and wizard alone for the time being. The elf wanted to ensure the niece of his heart was resting well and would heal swiftly before fate continued to guide her towards where she was to go. He wasn’t foolish enough to believe Hawthorn was here simply on a scholastic endeavor, and there was more going on that the Valar had in store for this group.

He knew part of it centered around Erebor; Thorin’s presence along with the map certainly guaranteed that. While he could understand the longing for a home, Elrond worried about Smaug. If the dragon were wakened, it could mean devastation for Middle Earth. However, the part of his talents attuned to foresight cautioned him to watch and wait before acting and he would do just that for now.

Author’s End Note - I hope everyone enjoyed this; please let me know what you thought of it. ~ Laran
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