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The Gift of Kindness	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 2019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s Note – I was amazed by the response the first chapter gained; I wasn’t quite sure how well it would go with everyone, but it seems that you all enjoyed it. Thank you guys for that! I do apologize for the silence lately. Depression has been bad the last few months, and I couldn’t focus on much honestly. So I do appreciate your patience and support!

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

Chapter Two - Discussions

Donnamira had arrived a short while before dinner was ready, glad to have a chance to spend time with her parents and niece. Due to Camilla’s responsibilities, it wasn’t often she had the opportunity to visit with the younger hobbit lass so she’d been pleased to leave her husband in their smial to share a meal with her birth family. It had been an impressive shock to find her parents hosting dwarves, and she’d been eager to chat with them once dinner started.

Camilla had been pleasantly surprised how well their visitors handled the loudness of the meal as the great smial held several generations of Tooks within its walls. They had smiled, answered questions, and were silly with the fauntlings whenever one was brave enough to approach. When she asked, Rúni just smiled even wider and explained why all of the noise and activity weren’t unnerving or annoying them.

“Most families only have one or two pebbles, and we stay close with our parents and families just as you do. It’s not unusual to have large family dinners many times a week. Our younglings are just as lively and curious as yours are. I just wish we were as blessed with fertility as your people are,” he said.

“You don’t have many children in families,” Adamanta asked, tilting her head towards him.

“No, most have one or two pebbles,” the dwarf told her with a sigh. “My wife’s parents were considered blessed because they were gifted three children, one of them female. Truth be told, our dams give birth to more males than females and that has not been helpful in increasing our numbers.”

Camilla could see her grandmother’s eyes settle on her, and she nodded in answer to the silent question she’d been asked. The younger wraig ddoeth would have to do her best to determine what could be done to help these people with the fertility problems they were experiencing. It was her hope that the Valier could guide her to an answer.

Once the meal ended, Camilla and her grandfather escorted Donnamira to his study, sitting down as the male began sharing the events in their native language. She listened as Gerontius explained what was going on, watching her aunt’s face as they conversed over what they needed from her.

“Let me see if I have this correct,” the older hobbit female began, mulling everything over. “You saved a dwarf during Samhain, and his family wishes to repay you for that as well as for the amulet you created for his protection?”

Camilla nodded, curling up to get comfortable in the chair she was sitting in. At the confirmation, Donnamira continued with her summary.

“And the dwarf you saved that night was your soul’s equal?”

“Yes, auntie,” she answered quietly. “I spoke with Mama that night during my ritual, and she warned me I would meet him before the night ended. She said he would depart and I wasn’t to despair because he would return soon to draw me from the gardens of the Shire to walk with me to the home where we’re both meant to dwell. She also said that I would find my home over the Misty Mountains, far to the north.”

Gerontius, who had not heard this particular conversation his granddaughter had shared with the spirit of his daughter, frowned thoughtfully. As much as he hated the thought of the only child of his eldest daughter leaving, he wanted his little blossom to be happy. She would only be so with the one the Valier had created for her.

“Most of the dwarves in the Blue Mountains originally hail from another mountain,” he said quietly. “I remember this because my father had shared it when preparing me to become Thain once he had gone on to be with the Merched.”

The younger hobbit nodded again; she’d been fond of reading the histories of the various lands and people of Arda since she’d been a fauntling. She remembered hearing about the dwarves who resided in the Blue Mountains.

“Not much is known about them,” she shared. “However, they hail from Erebor and had to leave after there home was taken by some force. The books I’ve read never say what caused them to leave, but I can only imagine it was something catastrophic.”

“It’s well known dwarves are secretive about their history and culture,” Donnamira told her. “That you got that much is incredible. What are your thoughts on this, Tad?”

“As much as I loathe the thought of Camilla leaving the Shire,” he began. “I will not prevent her from being with her soul’s equal. Her happiness is as important to me as yours or any of my children and grandchildren. This visit will allow her to get to know him better since that one night under her protection will not have been enough for her or him.”

“They’re saying that this visit will be six weeks, give or take,” she asked the pair of them, continuing when they nodded. “So we may be needed to prepare for a much longer stay. We’ve been unseasonably warm, but that’s due to change any day now. I’m certain winter in the Blue Mountains will mean staying until the weather breaks so traveling can be done.”

“I’d forgotten about that,” Camilla admitted. “I’ll make sure to pack winter clothing since it will be colder in the mountains.”

“Those will fill packs a lot heavier since the clothing is heavier,” Donnamira reminded her niece. “We’ll need to make sure to pack enough funds in case we need to add more to what we have. Granted, they offered to meet our needs if we need more clothing but it’s best to be prepared in case we end up staying a lot longer than our hosts anticipate.”

“I’ve no wish to be a burden on anyone,” she agreed. “So you’ll come with me?”

“Of course I will,” the matron said to the other lass. “It’s a chance for adventure; I’ve not seen the Blue Mountains yet, and I could use some time away from Hugo and the fauntlings.”

“I don’t think any of our family has been to the Blue Mountains,” Gerontius mused, lighting his pipe and smoking it as he listened to his daughter and granddaughter. “The pair of you will be the first Tooks to make it that far, and I think it’ll be a great adventure for Camilla as she’s not made any lengthy journeys before.”

“I’ll need to remember to bring my sketch book and pencils,” Camilla commented, thinking aloud. “I’m certain there will be a lot to draw; the fauntlings will demand to see as much as I can sketch out.”

“You spoil them,” Donnamira said with a soft laugh.

“My cousins deserve it,” the younger hobbit answered, giving her a gentle smile. “Most will only make it to Bree, and I doubt the Blue Mountains will host hobbits again once we’ve returned to the Shire. If Mama’s right, then most of those dwarves will return to their home eventually so there won’t be much to see, I suppose.”

“True enough, though I do anticipate some of your cousins insisting on going to see you,” the thain reminded her. “At least the Brandybuck and Took cousins. I sincerely doubt any of the Baggins ones will outside of a few rare exceptions.”

“The only one who might would be Drogo, and I doubt Grandmother Laura will allow him to leave the Shire anytime soon. He’s too young just yet, and Grandmother said he still had a lot to master before she could allow him to leave the boundaries of our home,” the wraig ddoeth reminded her family. “He’s having some difficulty with certain rituals that will protect him while away from his wards, and she’s not going to permit traveling without another wraig ddoeth with him.”

“Knowing Laura, she wouldn’t go. I know age is catching up to her, and Adamanta has her responsibilities here,” Gerontius agreed. “There aren’t enough rhai doeth to justify him leaving yet.”

“Which worries me since I know my soul’s equal will have me leaving here,” Camilla sighed. “I had mentioned to Grandmother Adamanta and Grandmother Laura that my connections to the Shire weren’t as Papa and my grandmothers described. I know the answer now, but I worry because I know our rhai doeth are needed here.”

“The Merched will provide,” the male said, leaning forward to pat his granddaughter on her hand. “You were created for this dwarf, my blossom, and our Merched will ensure the Shire remains balanced as you find your path to happiness.”

“I’ll try to remember that, Taid,” she answered quietly.

“Now, if we’re in agreement,” Donnamira stated, getting to her feet. “We should inform our guests of the decision and see when we are due to depart. I’ll need some time to prepare, and I know Camilla will too.”

“Most of the preparation will be arguing with Uncle Hugo,” she acknowledged, knowing her uncle didn’t like being left alone with the fauntlings for too long.

“Oh he wouldn’t dare,” the matron said with a sharp grin. “All I have to do is remind him that I’m escorting you to spend time with your soul’s equal. If he tries to argue that, his mother and mine will be after his hide.”

“Just send word,” Gerontius told her, rising to his feet as well. “I’ll have Adamanta and Mirabella come to take care of his attitude.”

“I will, Tad,” Donnamira agreed. “I won’t have this trip spoiled for Camilla.”

The two older hobbits laughed as Camilla blushed, and they headed out to speak to their guests regarding the decisions that had been reached during the cloistered discussion. There was a lot of planning to do, and the wraig ddoeth hoped everything would move quickly since she really wanted to see her soul’s equal once more.

Author’s End Notes – Ok, translation time: Merched means ladies, which I decided would be the title for the Valier that hobbits use when speaking their own tongue. Tad is father, rhai doeth is wise ones, Taid means grandfather. Please point out any mistakes I’ve made with the language so I can fix it and learn. So I did some research, and it looks as if Bilbo and Drogo are around eighteen years apart. Bilbo was born in 1290 (by Shire Reckoning) and Drogo in 1308 (Shire Reckoning) so I can imagine the pair did have some interaction despite the age difference. I’m going to keep that particular age difference despite the fact that I’ve played fast and loose with the timeline somewhat. This chapter is a bit short, but I was able to get everything needed without causing it to drag. I hope all of you enjoyed it; please let me know what you thought. See you next chapter! ~ Laran
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