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Yavanna's Warriors	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 9349 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Eighteen - Answers

Bilbo’s wanderings through the various gardens of Imladris eventually led him to a quiet area with a small stream and gorgeous flowers. He was surprised to find to discover a statue of Yavanna and mused that it looked remarkably like her. A part of him wished his family could see it; most of the images of their Mother and Her husband were carved in the grotto as no one had attempted to paint or recreate the images of the two Valar anywhere else in the Shire.

This particular spot in the gardens felt right so he sat on the ground, hands resting comfortably in his lap as he began meditating. The problems that had been raised over the last few days were weighing heavily on his mind, and it was a struggle to keep his thoughts organized as he tried to reach out to the Valië who had created his people.

“Something is troubling you,” a deep voice spoke, causing Bilbo’s abilities to spike in recognition.

“Quite a few things, Great Father,” he answered in a respectful tone. He was rather surprised Mahal had answered instead of Yavanna, but he was just happy to have gotten any form of response.

Mahal sat beside the Tèarmunn with a look of concern on His face. He knew that there were quite a few problems troubling this child and while there were some things He could not answer, He would do his best to provide what comfort He could.

“I will answer what I can, young Bilbo,” He said to His adopted child.

“Firstly, the path through Mirkwood will cause significant problems due to my ties to nature,” Bilbo began. “My friends and I are worried that this will be an issue that could slow our quest down, and I have no wish to be a burden on them. Reclaiming their home is incredibly important.”

“This is a problem I can aid you with,” the Vala said with a smile, reaching into a pocket and placing a pendent around the hobbit’s neck. “After I finished making it and laying my own blessings on it, this pendent was enchanted by my wife and Vána to ensure the sickness of Mirkwood will not affect your health. You will need your wits about you in that forest, and we knew that you would not be able to focus on what was important if you were ill due to the poison that is destroying Mirkwood. My lady wife has asked that once Erebor is reclaimed and you have time that you help purify the woods. The infection has reached the point where the elves cannot do this so a Tèarmunn must help the land recover.”

“I will,” Bilbo promised, pleased to know that a solution had been found.

“What else is worrying you?”

“The necromancer Radagast found in Dol Guldur,” the Tèarmunn answered. “He is not one to react to danger as he has so this is a problem of extreme significance.”

“I will not lie to you, son,” Mahal stated. “Radagast is right to be so alarmed; the darkness in Dol Guldur is tied to Morgoth and His servant. You must proceed cautiously because there are forces at work who do not want the Line of Durin on Erebor’s throne once more. Thorin Oakenshield is a formidable leader with a lot of experience leading his people in times of peace and war, and the enemy has no wish to face an army that will rally to his banner.”

“Is this why Azog was so determined to end the Line during Azanulbizar,” he asked, stumbling a bit on the name of the battle.

“It is,” the creator of the dwarrow answered, watching the hobbit. He was glad the young male was putting things together on his own since this was bordering on the edge of what He was not able to answer.

Bilbo thought for a moment, chewing on his lower lip as he did so. Something was odd here, and he could almost put his finger on it.

“That battle was so long ago,” he murmured, working things out in his mind. “If he was so determined then, this must mean that someone was pushing him to go after the Line that early. Morgoth’s servant must have been worried about Erebor being reclaimed even then.”

“Khazad-dûm is in a unique place in regards to strategy,” Mahal replied. “It is close to three of the elvish kingdoms and also gives the ones who hold the kingdom closer access to Rohan and Gondor. It’s a strategic location the servants of darkness could not give up.”

“Since the Line of Durin was the one to call for the clans to unite to fight against the orcs occupying Khazad-dûm, it was an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone,” he murmured, running fingers through his hair.

“Exactly,” the Great Smith commented. “With Thror anxious to regain that fallen kingdom, Azog was allowed to go after the royal family but could not do so once the Longbeards settled in Ered Luin.”

“They would have had to go past Rivendell as well as deal with the rangers,” Bilbo said. “That’s why they didn’t try to continue the hunt for those of Durin’s blood.”

Mahal nodded, waiting for Bilbo to continue with his other concerns.

“That explains some of the dream I had,” he murmured to himself. “I’m just confused as to what Erebor’s true heart is. No one knows what it could be, and this is the only way to keep the mountain safe.”

“That I cannot answer,” He said with a note of regret in his voice. “The solutions you seek will come to you in time. What I can tell you is that the first act after Smaug is killed is to destroy the Arkenstone and ensure the remains of it are disposed of outside of Erebor.”

“Thorin has plans to melt it down in one of the forges,” the Tèarmunn told Him. “I didn’t even know stones and gems could be melted down, but he says it can.”

“It takes an incredible amount of heat to do so,” Mahal shared. “One of the great forges deeper in the mountain can produce that amount of heat so that would be the ideal location to destroy the Arkenstone.”

“Is there any advice you can give me before we leave Rivendell, Great Father?”

“You will be called upon in many ways once you leave this sanctuary,” He told him. “The company will provide what assistance that they can give, but you must be strong as there will be actions you must take in order to ensure this journey is successful. Some of the things you must do may very well anger you, but you need to focus on those affected and not the one who has roused your temper. Stay alert, my son, and do not be afraid to rely on others when you need to.”

“I will, Great Father,” Bilbo answered, bowing his head respectfully. “Thank you for taking the time to speak with me; your aid is greatly appreciated.”

The Vala rested His hand on the blond head for a moment, offering comfort and support before disappearing.

The hobbit rubbed a hand over his face, trying to pull his thoughts together. Although he’d been given some answers, he still was worried about what lay ahead of them in the future. The Vala had seemed rather worried about the darkness, and Bilbo knew that Morgoth was dangerous. He was well versed in the histories, and he wished that Isildur had been strong enough to destroy the One Ring after it had been cut from Sauron’s hand. If he’d done so, his friends would not be facing this darkness now and there was no telling how long the darkness would remain because that cursed item was lost.

With a deep sigh, Bilbo rose to his feet and went to find Thorin, knowing he needed to share what he had learned with the leader of the company. He wasn’t sure how the king-in-exile would react to the news about why his line was being hunted, but he knew the dwarf deserved to know.

He found the dwarf lord in one of the training fields, sparring against his eldest nephew while Kili was practicing the exercises the hobbit had given him in regards to increasing his speed. He could see Ori working with Dwalin, learning how to fight with the axes he’d been loaned by Gloin.

“Bilbo!”

The Tèarmunn smiled at Kili, waving in response to his greeting. Both Thorin and Fili turned when they heard the archer’s voice call out the name of their hobbit.

“Is everything all right,” Fili asked, looking worried when he saw the tired expression on Bilbo’s face.

“I’m not sure,” he answered, sitting down on the ground. “I just finished meditating, and the Great Father came to talk to me instead of Lady Yavanna.”

With that bit of news, Thorin, Kili, and Fili joined him in sitting down. They were surprised by the information Bilbo had just shared and hoped that the news he had to give them would mean good things for their quest and future.

“I was told Radagast was right in being worried,” Bilbo began. “The darkness in Dol Guldur is tied to Morgoth and His servant.”

Thorin winced at that, having hoped the necromancer was a simple human with unnatural powers but had known that it would take more than that to break the enchantments on the tombs of the Nine and raise one of them.

“This is ill news,” he said, shaking his head.

“It doesn’t get better,” the hobbit warned. “I found out why Azog is so determined to wipe out the Line of Durin.”

Two pairs of sapphire blue eyes and one pair of warm brown were focused on him even more intently at the announcement, and Fili was the first to ask the question burning in their minds.

“Why?”

“The servant of Morgoth knows that if Erebor is reclaimed and Thorin rules as king, he will be able to muster an army to stand against him. There are not many who will refuse to rally to his banner, and the evil one knows that,” Bilbo shared. “This is why Azog was put on the task of destroying those of the royal line.”

“They were that threatened by my family that they started this hunt during Azanulbizar,” Thorin asked, sounding a mix of angry and saddened by the news he was listening to.

“I think your family came to the enemy’s notice when the clans united under the banner of the royal family of Durin,” the hobbit answered, having had time since the discussion with Mahal to think on it a bit more. “Khazad-dûm is a strategic location for both sides and not just because of the ores and gems that lay within its mines.”

“Rivendell lies to its west and the other kingdoms to the east,” Kili commented. “If they lost Khazad-dûm, the only staging grounds they would really have would be the Gray Mountains and Mordor. That puts them at a greater disadvantage for attacking the lands to the west.”

“Exactly,” the dwarf lord replied, giving his youngest nephew an approving nod. “Although it is difficult news to hear, I am grateful you were able to answer the questions that have been haunting my family for so long now.”

“I’m glad I was able to provide those answers,” Bilbo replied, running a hand through his hair and dislodging the leather thong he used to keep the shoulder length mass tied away from his face.

“That leaves two more important questions,” Fili said. “The true heart of Erebor and how to get you through Mirkwood without you becoming ill.”

“He was unable to answer about the true heart; all He could say was that the Arkenstone needed to be destroyed as soon as Smaug was killed,” the smaller male said with a sigh, tying his hair back once more. “He recommended one of the great forges to handle the task and then dispose of the remains outside of the mountain.”

“I may ask Gandalf to take the remains and dump them in the ocean,” Thorin rumbled, sounding anxious to have the source of poison outside of his home. “That way whatever is left cannot poison anything else.”

“Not a bad idea but check with him first so that we don’t poison the water,” the Tèarmunn suggested. “He might be able to enchant a container or something so that the remains don’t find their way out of it and poison something else.”

The king-in-exile nodded, realizing the hobbit had made a wise suggestion. He would make sure to talk to the Istar about this, maybe even ask Radagast since that particular wizard had a stronger tie to nature than the gray clad magic user.

“And what did the Stone Father say about Mirkwood,” Kili asked, knowing this particular problem was laying heavily on all of their minds.

“He gave me this pendent and told me that He had made it as well as blessed it, then the Green Lady and Her sister, Vána, enchanted it so that the sickness within Mirkwood would not affect me,” he said, holding the pendent out that he’d been given.

The three dwarrow took in the pendent their friend had been given. It was an acorn, which suited the hobbit quite nicely. The nut portion was crafted from a piece of topaz that was a warm shade of brown and had been polished smooth. The cap and stem were made from a metal that they were quick to recognize as mithril, and the metal had been perfectly engraved to mimic the cap and stem of a real acorn. The chain the pendent was fastened to was also crafted from tiny links of mithril. It was a gorgeous piece of work, and all of them were relieved to know that the Tèarmunn was now protected.

“I’m happy to know that you’re no longer at risk,” Fili said, looking rather relieved.

“As am I,” Thorin agreed. “I would keep that beneath your clothing, my friend. While the company would never do so, there are others who would steal that from you due to the metal our creator used to fashion it.”

Bilbo nodded, tucking it beneath the layers he wore.

“The only other thing that was spoken about was that the Great Mother wishes me to purify the woods,” he stated. “The Great Father reminded me that even though some people might anger me to the point where I may not wish to lend my aid, I must be mindful of those affected by the areas afflicted. I’ve a feeling I am going to have a lot of work to do once things settle down.”

“We will do all we can to support you through it,” the king-in-exile promised.

The hobbit smiled at them, happy at the knowledge that he had such good, caring friends. Being a Tèarmunn in the Shire meant there was a gap between him and the other hobbits he called family and neighbors. Only the Tèarmunn of his generation or the ones that preceded his understood, but most of those lived in other areas of the Shire. He’d only seen them during official training days or while making their rounds to ensure the borders of their homeland was safe.

The company understood him because violence was a very real threat in their lives; they respected his skills and encouraged him as he sought to improve himself so that he could protect those he called friends. Those who had combat experience often shared advice to help him better his abilities, and he was allowed to teach those who were willing to learn. They trusted him to not only fight alongside them but to protect them as they protected him.

This had given Bilbo something very precious, and he was willing to do all he could to ensure that every friend made it safely to their destination.

Author’s End Note – I hope this answered concerns raised in prior chapters! I had to think about who to bring to give Bilbo some answers; most of the stories out there, whenever one of the Valar speaks to Bilbo, it’s usually Yavanna. Mahal seemed to be the right choice. I really hope everyone enjoyed the chapter; please let me know what you thought of it! I will see you all next time. ~ Laran
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