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Rhyfelwr y Draig	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own "the Hobbit" nor do I make any money from this story.

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Author’s Note – I decided to give Dis a deed name since she’s pretty awesome, and I felt she deserved one. While Thorin uses axes, his swordsmanship is pretty amazing and I thought Dis would be more of an ax using kind of dwarrowdam.

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

Chapter Two - History

The response to the letter they’d sent their father came later that afternoon when the scroll was dropped onto Thorin’s head. He grumbled, opening the scroll and read it quietly to his sister and their companion.

Thorin Oakenshield
Crown Prince of Erebor

Dis Axedancer
Princess of Erebor

To my children,

I was not surprised to hear of the collapse of the discussion into chaotic arguing; in truth, I am glad I did not go and chose you both to attend. Your mother and I commend you on keeping your tempers and advise you to continue to do the same as we sincerely believe more arguments will be forthcoming as the meeting continues.

In regards to the request you have presented me, I spoke to your mother about this and believe that following Radagast is the right thing to do. As one of the Istari, he has access to knowledge above and beyond the records in Erebor, Gondor, or the elvish libraries. If he believes he has an answer to the problem, then Erebor will aid him in his efforts whenever we can.

Both of you are instructed to leave Lothlórien with your company to follow wherever Radagast the Brown leads. Your raven and Dis’s will accompany you so that you may keep in contact whenever possible; I mean it, you two, I’d better hear from you more than once every two months or there will be an army going after you. Your mother’s words, not just mine, so you both had better write faithfully to keep us from worrying too much.

Dis, your sons will be watched over though I cannot vouch for my sanity or your mother’s by the time you return. Both of them have decided skipping lessons in favor of raiding the kitchens is something to do thrice a week, and their tutor’s patience is wearing thin. Your mother and I are contemplating other outlets to help them burn their energy so they can focus on their lessons. I’ve no wish to find another tutor since they have already gone through four in the last six months.

Be safe, all of you, and may Mahal guide and protect your steps.

Thrain Swiftaxe
King Under the Mountain

“Well, there’s our answer,” Thorin stated, glad to have permission from their father to follow the wizard. “Dis, if you’ll see to our supplies, I will get our company ready to depart. Master Radagast, when do you wish to leave?”

“I will meet you near the fountain in two hours,” the Istar told him. “I’ll make our excuses to Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn so you won’t have to worry about that.”

The two royals nodded, leaving the garden to carry out their tasks in the chosen time limit.

Thorin found the company loitering in the house that was theirs for the duration of their stay. Dwalin looked up, eyes narrowing for a moment as he read his cousin’s body language.

“What happened,” he asked, gaining the attention of the group.

“Something came up during the meeting, and we might have an alternative to the chaos the other nobles delight in lingering in,” Thorin told them. “Dis and I wrote Father, who gave his permission to embark on this journey. We have two hours to pack and be ready. Dis is seeing to our supplies.”

“I’ll go help her,” Gloin stated. “Dori, will you come with me? More hands will mean getting this done quicker.”

Dori nodded, getting up and going with Gloin to find their princess. They wouldn’t question the prince right now, sensing they would get the answers once they were well away from the Golden Wood.

Two hours later, the company found Radagast and Lord Celeborn waiting for them with a small group of elves behind them.

“Radagast has explained things and though he could not go into detail, it was enough for my lady wife to bestow her blessings upon your errand. I come with gifts to help on your journey. While dwarven works are masterpieces, I am sending several lengths of elvish rope along. Lembas will feed you if hunting is slim,” he said, gesturing to the elves behind him. “If you should be separated from Radagast, I have maps of Eriador for you.”

“You have our thanks, Lord Celeborn,” Thorin replied.

The gifts were settled into packs and before long the group left Lothlórien, heading west towards the Misty Mountains. The group made good time, reaching the foothills at the base of the mountain rage at late afternoon.

“Considering the time, it would be better to make camp here and attempt the mountain crossing tomorrow. I have no desire to try to cross this in the dark,” the prince stated. “Gloin, you and Oin see to the fire. The rest of you make camp.”

The dwarrow and Istar scurried about, setting up the camp and gathering firewood while Bombur saw to getting the meal started. A soft word from Dis ensured that the cook knew to provide a vegetarian option for the wizard since nature fell under his protection, and she had serious doubts he would be happy eating meat.

Once the camp was set, the meal eaten and clean up handled, they simply sat around the fire and talked quietly for a few moments while enjoying their pipes. Finally, Dis looked over at the wizard.

“Can you tell us the story now about this answer you have us seeking?”

“We’re protected with wards now so no one can hear,” Radagast answered. “So I can share the story but mind you, nothing must be said until we know it’s safe, not even in your native tongue. We have an advantage over our enemies, and we must be certain to keep that advantage.”

The group nodded, understanding the need for secrecy. This story must be important if the wizard was so adamant about them not speaking of it in any language, and Thorin and Dis hoped that this would certainly be the answer to the problems building in Middle Earth.

“As you all know, Mahal created the Seven Fathers and their wives but kept them asleep because of Ilúvatar's demands that they wake only after the Eldar. That story is not entirely true as the dwarrow were not the only ones to sleep,” the Istar told them. “Another race was created at the same time and had not been woken until Ilúvatar gave His permission to wake the two races.

“Many people have questioned why there were Seven Fathers and only six wives had been created by Mahal. The reason Durin was not given a dwarven wife as the others were was because Mahal and His wife had a plan to protect Middle Earth as Morgoth was already attempting to corrupt and destroy Ilúvatar's song. She created a race that had two forms at birth, and she enabled them to spiritually bond with their destined One. The dwarrow who found their One became a rhyfelwr y ddraig, warrior of the dragon.”

Dis blinked, staring at the wizard for a moment.

“You mean Mahal created us to be partners with dragons?”

“He did indeed,” Radagast answered. “Durin was the first, pairing with a female from Yavanna’s children when they woke, and she bore him several children while in her secondary form. Some were pure dwarrow, and the rest were of their mother’s race.”

“Wait, wouldn’t they be mixed race,” Balin asked, sounding confused.

“Yavanna’s magic ensured any child born of a rhyfelwr and draig was either pure dwarrow or purely one of Her children to keep the races growing,” he told him. “The partnership was a beautiful thing, and Morgoth was losing in every battle they fought in. Then something terrible happened.

“Several dreigiau children were taken, and He experimented on them. The magic used changed their bodies, not allowing them to birth children or take their other form, and their natures became corrupt and evil. You know them now as the dragons used by Morgoth in the past.”

Radagast took the cup of tea Dori passed him, sipping it to wet his throat before continuing again.

“In order to keep Her children safe and to limit the number of dragons Morgoth could create, Mahal and Yavanna came to a terrible decision. She sealed the magic inherit in each child, locking them into their secondary form, and then She had her Istar take them to a safe location where they would be protected from Morgoth. Mahal instructed His children to erase all explanations of the dreigiau and to focus on fighting without their partners.

“However, Nienna reassured both of them that there would come a time when the partnership between the dwarrow and Yavanna’s children would be forged again and Her children could assume their true forms once more.”

“You’re taking us to see Yavanna’s children,” Thorin asked. “Do they remember their history and be willing to return to this partnership?”

“Their memories are as long as those of the dwarrow,” Radagast replied. “The memory of who their Mother is, their true form, and the dwarrow who partnered with them are passed down from parent to child. Not a word is spoken so as to keep them safe; each babe is born with the memory, which is never forgotten.

“I believe they will be willing to return to the partnerships so we are heading to the Shire in hopes of at least one of you finding the draig that matches your soul. That bond, however it is formed, will unlock the magical seal Yavanna put on them and allow him or her to regain their primary form. From there, we will return to Erebor as Mahal has decreed in the dream I was given. Yavanna gave me instructions last night while I rested, and She said it was time to ensure Arda is not destroyed. She wants Her children woken to assume their proper place once more.”

The dwarrow looked at each other for several long moments, processing what they had just been told. It seemed impossible, but there was a feeling that this was right. It was as if something deep inside was calling for them to press on and find completion.

“Thank you for telling us,” the prince said quietly. “Hopefully, at least one of us can find their One and bond.”

“That is my hope,” the wizard answered. “I’ve no idea how the bonding process happens as that was considered part of a sacred rite between the pair so be prepared to not have answers given right away. I imagine that your presence will be a bit of a shock since they have not seen dwarrow for many, many centuries.”

“As we have not seen their kind for just as long,” Dis told him. “What do they call themselves now?”

“Their name for their secondary form is called Hobbits,” he replied. “They are slightly smaller than dwarrow and not as heavily built. Their secondary form is somewhat misleading in regards to what lies at their hearts.”

“This will be a new experience for all of us then,” Balin commented.

“Yes, it will,” Thorin agreed. “We should rest for tomorrow; crossing the mountains will require all of us being alert. I’ll take first watch; Dwalin take second, and Nori, you’ll take the last watch.”

With those instructions, everyone began to bed down for the night and Thorin settled for his watch, thoughts churning in regards to the history Radagast had shared. He hoped that this mission would go well because too many people were injured or killed by Morgoth’s creatures, and the prince wanted an end to the havoc the foul beasts were causing.

Author’s End Notes - Now we know a bit of the back story as to why Radagast wants them to head west to Eriador. I hope you guys enjoyed this; I’m having fun working on it. Thanks for reading and please, feel free to share your thoughts on this chapter with me. See you next time! ~ Laran
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