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Yavanna's Warriors	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 9349 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Hobbit" nor do I make money from this story.

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Author’s Note – Another amazing group of responses from my readers. You guys are awesome, plain and simple, and I am very grateful to all of you for your support and enthusiasm. You feed the muses and push me to keep going, even when I don’t feel well.
I do apologize for the length of time between posts. We lost my maternal grandmother and have been dealing with my uncle in terms of getting a funeral arranged so her ashes could be put to rest. Between keeping my mother calm and my own health issues, the muses have not been cooperating with me much at all.
We’re going to have a bit of a time jump since I don’t want to get too bogged down into details regarding the packing up of Bag End. Bilbo is going to be ambidextrous but left hand dominant; Martin Freeman is left handed so I wanted to pay tribute to his brilliant performance as our favorite hobbit.
Also, the weapons that will be described in this chapter are legitimate weapons. The main ones are based off of the Japanese kama, which started off as a tool for harvesting rice. It made sense to me to have Bilbo use something that pays tribute to Yavanna’s gifts to Her children. His long distance ones are based off of the Indian chakram and, to my utter surprise, is actually in use today by those who practice the old fighting styles of India. I saw a demonstration of one on youtube and was incredibly shocked at how much damage one hoop of metal can do. Both weapons will have a Hobbitish name but the descriptions will help you determine which is which. I just wanted to give a brief overview of them so that you are not taken by surprise.
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story. This is simply written for sheer enjoyment.
Chapter Three – The Journey Begins
The next couple of days practically flew by for Bilbo. He spent time packing up the belongings he wanted with him once he settled in Erebor, making sure each truck was filled properly. His books, maps, the portraits of his parents, his mother’s glory box, his father’s recipe books, his own clothing, and his father’s favorite armchair was packed up into a wagon by his guests and driven to Tuckborough to be stored in an empty room of his grandfather’s house. Thorin had accompanied the wagon, handing the deed to Bag End to Gerontius, and the Thain had reassured his grandson’s visitors that the smial would be given to a kind couple just starting out.
His guests had been an incredible help with the packing of his things as well as helping around Bag End so that their burglar could handle the necessary work needed to secure his estate. Thorin and the other dwarves had not realized that Bilbo was a wealthy hobbit, and the monarch understood the necessary steps his host had to take in order to ensure that everything was transitioned to the next owners of the smial. Thorin did take time to ensure that the hobbit was not going to lose any money out of his accounts and was pleased to know that the funds would be delivered to Bilbo once Erebor was reclaimed.
Once the packing up of the personal items he wanted to keep was completed and all other business taken care of, Bilbo turned his eyes towards packing for his journey. Due to his status, he had certain items most hobbits did not have.
In the knapsack, he put several changes of clothing as well as a few leather hair ties in case he lost the one he usually used to keep his long curly hair out of his face. Bilbo also packed his sharpening set, a sewing kit, and a medical bag that had herbs, salves, and clean bandages. He knew Oin would have more, but it never hurt to have a spare kit. His bedroll was tied to the bottom of the knapsack.
The morning of their departure, after a hearty breakfast, Bilbo went back to his room and began to dress. A thick shirt of gray-green was donned and tucked into a pair of heavy brown trousers that went down to his ankles. He fastened on a thick belt before slipping into his leather coat. Although heavy and long, the coat also was loose enough around torso and arms to enable him to move properly when the situation called for it. The leather was treated to repel rain and had a hood to protect him properly from the elements.
Once that was done, the hobbit picked up his knapsack and put it on. The strap it was on went over one shoulder, clicking onto his belt in the front via a heavy clasp and from the back left side through a small hole in the leather that allowed for the strap to go through it and fasten on the back of the belt. There was a flap that would go over that spot if the knapsack wasn’t on. Bilbo shifted his weight, ensuring the pack would remain settled from his right shoulder to left hip. It wasn’t a big pack, but it was long and ensured he could move easily without being weighed down or his agility hindered by the pack.
“Bilbo, are you about ready?”
“I’ll be out in just a moment, Fili,” he called out, pulling on leather gloves that were padded in the palm and only covered up to the middle of his fingers. “I just have a couple of things left to get, and then I’ll be outside.”
“All right,” the blond haired dwarf called through the door. “Uncle is getting everyone ready to leave and asked me to let you know.”
“Thank you,” he called out, fastening his cearcall on his left hip as well as one of his corran on a hook beside it. The other corran was placed on his right hip, and then the jacket was allowed to flow over all three weapons.
Satisfied that everything was secure, Bilbo headed outside to meet the company as they spoke to each other as well as the Thain. He could see that several dwarves were checking the packs that had been strapped to the ponies as well as the rest of the dwarves waiting on top of their particular pony.
“Ah, there you are, Bilbo.”
“Good morning, Grandfather. I had not expected to see you or Grandmother here,” he said, giving Adamanta a warm hug.
“You didn’t think you would leave this morning without a farewell from family, did you,” she asked, kissing his forehead.
“I’m pleased you came,” he told his grandmother, holding her for a moment as she murmured a blessing and prayer to Yavanna to protect him. Once she was done, she looked into his eyes.
“I am proud of you, Bilbo Baggins-Took, and never forget that. Once you’re settled, you had better write me often. Hear me?”
“I will, I promise,” he said to her, kissing her cheek one last time before being pulled into his grandfather’s arms. The older hobbit held him close, giving his own blessing and prayer to Mahal for Bilbo’s safety.
“You’ll do well, grandson, and I know you will represent the Shire admirably. The Great Mother knew what She was doing when She created you to be one of her Tèarmunn. Never doubt Her or yourself, Bilbo, and you will do well.”
“I’ll try not to,” he told Gerontius, looking into the other hobbit’s eyes. “I’ll do my best; thank you for everything, Grandfather.”
“I am happy to be of service,” the Thain replied. “Bag End will be taken care of as Belladonna would have, and I’ll ensure the other things you entrusted to me are done. I will be waiting for your letter to know when to get things ready for the caravan. Now, off you go, Bilbo, and please be careful.”
He smiled at his grandparents and headed towards the ponies. Bifur showed him which one he was to ride, and the young hobbit swung up onto the animal. He was experienced enough as a rider to be able to do this with relative ease, and Bilbo made himself comfortable in the saddle.
“Master Took, you have my thanks for everything you have done for my people,” Thorin told the Thain. “I will not forget this.”
“Bilbo’s fate lies with you,” Gerontius said. “All I ask is that you watch over him and ensure he is happy once your home is taken back.”
“You have my word,” the monarch said somberly, keenly aware of what the company’s new burglar was walking away from. “He is giving up a great deal for us, and this debt will be repaid.”
“I respect your word, Master Oakenshield. May the Great Mother and Father watch over all of you, protecting and guiding you until our paths meet once again,” the older hobbit said, causing the entire company to lower their heads in respect for the blessing.
Thorin gave a soft command, and the group began riding away from the smial. Bilbo looked back one time to wave at his grandparents before focusing himself on the quest at hand. It hurt to know this was possibly the last time he would see his family, and he prayed that the Green Mother would help him through the pain.
“All right there, Master Bilbo,” a soft voice questioned, drawing the blue eyes of the hobbit towards the speaker.
“I think I will be, Ori,” Bilbo replied. “It’s not easy to leave family behind; my grandparents have always been a very strong presence in my life. I just hope that they’ll be all right.”
“I’m sure they will be,” Fili said to the pair. “They’ve got two Valar looking after them and the Shire, and we all know how powerful Mahal is. He won’t let anything bad happen.”
The Tèarmunn nodded, thankful that the blond dwarf had reminded him of that.
“Very true,” he replied. “Let’s just hope he and the Great Mother will watch over us as well. Fighting a dragon will not be an easy undertaking, and the journey from here to Erebor will be a lengthy one. Valar only knows what can happen.”
“I’m not looking forward to the dragon,” Ori commented. “I’m all for introducing dwarfish iron up his jacksie, but it’s the hot fire and claws I’m worried about.”
“Has there been any sort of plan put together for this yet,” the hobbit asked, looking at the two riding beside him.
“Ah, not yet,” the blond dwarf replied. “I know uncle is going to focus on it when he can, but he’s been worrying about getting us to Erebor first.”
“I suppose that’s the best thing for now,” Bilbo answered. “It’s just that’s a rather large issue to be dealt with, and doing it with minimal loss of life or damage to property would be the best result to hope for. Maybe all of us can come up with ideas once we know what everyone can do in regards to fighting and the like.”
Fili nodded, realizing that his uncle was probably planning on doing just that. As he had stated prior, getting to Erebor was what was the most important at the moment. It was a long way away with a lot of ground to cover, but it would give the group enough time to get to know each other. Trust was essential for a quest like this, and the time would be key to helping that grow between all of them.
Author’s End Note – In reference to the weapons, I chose Gaelic for Hobbitish as I couldn’t find an online Hobbitish dictionary. If there is such a dictionary, I apologize and ask for you to link it to me in the comments so I can make use of it.
Cearcall – circle or hoop – in this instance, it refers to the weapon we know as the chakram.
Corran – reaping hook or sickle – in this story, it refers to the weapons the Japanese call kama.
Tèarmunn – sanctuary or protection – it’ll be explained in detail later, but this is what Bilbo is referred to.
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