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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
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Author’s Note - I am blown away, yet again, but the amazing response from my fabulous readers. You guys are beyond awesome, and I do not know what I’d do without you. IseeFire, who this story is gifted to, has been an incredible source of inspiration with her Hobbit stories. If you’ve not read her works yet, do take the time to check her out on AO3. You will NOT be disappointed.

Merry Christmas and Blessed Solstice to all of you.

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

Chapter Three – Meeting the Hobbits

The journey across the Misty Mountains was tense, but there had been nothing to halt their journey. Thorin had commented to his sister that the ease of the crossing was disturbing, and she had agreed as she knew that their luck was never this good. Both siblings knew all too well that a company of dwarrow often presented a far too tempting target for orcs despite the fact they were known to be good fighters. Judging from the expressions on their companions’ faces, it was obvious the others were thinking the same thing.

Despite their concerns, the company made its way into Eriador without any form of trouble and soon were on the outskirts of the Shire. The group looked at each other for a moment before staring at the wizard, who looked to be lost in thought. They weren’t sure which way to go as it seemed their guide had decided to come to a complete stop and didn’t seem inclined to continue on.

“Good day to you,” a cheery voice called, taking them by surprise.

All of the dwarrow turned to spy several people, slightly shorter than they were, watching from the low lying branches of a willow tree. It was a bit disconcerting to them to have been noticed by these individuals without the dwarrow hearing their approach.

“We’re here to escort you to the thain,” another speaker said, giving a small bow. “Thain Took has had us waiting for you for a few days now.”

Considering the stories they’d been told, Thorin was not going to question how the hobbit leader knew they were coming, at least not yet. Since Radagast had been told to bring them here by one of the Valar, it seemed likely this thain person had been told to expect them. The prince just hoped that this was a good sign and not something to worry about.

“Thank you for your escort,” he told them, giving a slight bow as he did so.

“You’re most welcome,” the second speaker said. “If you’ll follow us please?”

The company followed the small group of hobbits through several hilly areas and into a portion of the Shire that had been named Tuckborough. From what Thorin could understand, it seemed the thain and quite a few members of his family lived here and the area had been named after a rather large clan of hobbits that bore the name Took.

As they grew close to the home of the thain, all but one of the hobbits disappeared, heading to their own homes. They didn’t question it, and simply followed the hobbit to a very large hill.

“This is one of the first great smials built when the Shire was settled,” their guide explained. “The Tooks have lived here for generations and will continue to do so until it becomes certain their destined Ones are not here.”

“Sensible to live underground,” Thorin observed. “A bit more difficult for your enemies to spot.”

“Very true,” the hobbit answered. “We’ve never lost the need to be underground so we designed our smials this way.”

They were led through a round door, instructed to leave boots, outdoor clothing, and weapons in the entryway, which they did since they had no wish to be rude to their hosts. The weapons were set on a very high shelf so the children would not find them.

Once done, a woman appeared in the hallway, gently ruffling the guide’s hair before addressing the group of dwarrow.

“Welcome to my home; I am Adamanta Took, wife of the thain,” she introduced herself.

“Thank you for your gracious welcome, Lady Took,” Thorin answered, drawing on his court training. “I am Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, King Under the Mountain. We have been led to the Shire by the wizard, Radagast, and were told by our guide that your husband wished to speak to us?”

“He does,” she replied. “Are you the leader of this group?”

“I am, though my sister shares the responsibility with me,” he said, gesturing to Dis. “This is my sister, Dis Axedancer, daughter of Thrain, King Under the Mountain.”

“Once again, welcome to my home and to the Shire. My daughter will escort your companions to the parlor to rest and partake of tea and snacks while you meet with my husband,” Adamanta said. “If you and Princess Dis will follow me?”

Thorin nodded, and both siblings followed the Hobbit matron as she led them through several winding hallways. The woman didn’t even have to look to be able to sidestep around toys and children as they littered the wooden floors, and both dwarrow had to be careful since they didn’t have her unique talent of avoidance. He’d seen Dis and their mother do this on a smaller scale, and it amazed him just how dams seemed to be able to miss tripping on things. The prince had bruised himself many times tripping over something his nephews had left on the floor.

Adamanta paused before a beautifully carved door, knocking on it. She smiled when she heard the voice call out and opened it, ushering the two dwarrow into the room.

“Love, our guests have arrived,” she said to the hobbit sitting behind an ornately carved wooden desk.

The hobbit rose, kissing his wife on the cheek before approaching the brother and sister. He was a little smaller than Dis with wheaten colored curly hair that was showing strands of gray.

“Welcome to the Shire,” their host greeted. “I am Gerontius Took, Thain of the Shire.”

“I am Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, King Under the Mountain, and this is my sister, Dis Axedancer, daughter of Thrain, King Under the Mountain,” he told the male hobbit, bowing to the leader. “Thank you for your kind welcome and hospitality, Thain Took.”

“You are most welcome, Prince Thorin,” Gerontius replied, gesturing to some chairs in front of a fireplace.

The pair followed him, taking seats in the comfortable chairs, and watching as the thain did the same. They were offered tea and snacks by another hobbit lass, who had just come in, and the leader of the hobbits spoke once the three of them were alone.

“You made good time,” Gerontius began after doctoring his tea. “I wasn’t exactly certain when to expect you as the Crewyr did not tell our Cyfrinwyr to look for you until a week or so ago. They told our Cyfrinwyr that you would be leaving from Lothlórien but did not say when you and your group had left.”

“We were fortunate to not run into any trouble,” Thorin said. “Once Radagast told us that there was another option to aiding Middle Earth and gained our king’s permission, we headed out.”

“Forgive me but I would have thought you might doubt the dewin’s words as we remember our dwarrow cymdeithion as being rather suspicious,” the thain said, making Dis laugh softly.

“Your memories are not faulty,” she told him. “As a whole, we are suspicious of others outside our race but we’re very much aware of the need to fight against the darkness that’s beginning to fall upon our lands. The conference we attended was not helpful for that.”

“They spent most of the first meeting arguing,” the prince said, shaking his head. “While I am used to seeing that when our council meets, it’s rather foolhardy to allow such behavior when so many lives hang in the balance.”

“Rude as well,” Gerontius agreed. “Unfortunately, the gathering of any people for a meeting to discuss important things can often break down into shouting and poor behavior.”

“Indeed,” Dis nodded. “Which is why we were very interested in hearing what Radagast had to say. He mentioned a word that was used in several of our texts but had no translation or explanation, and that helped pull our attention to his words.”

“He explained the story of our creation and why our partnership had to be dissolved for a while,” the hobbit asked, looking relieved when the pair answered positively to his question. “All of you are certain this is what you want?”

“We’ve agreed,” Thorin replied.

Gerontius looked into his tea cup for several long moments, then nodded as he collected his thoughts.

“What will happen from here is that I will call for families to hold parties so the dwarrow and hobbits can meet,” he said. “We’ll have to do it by family so as to help keep things from getting too large and overwhelming for your company. I’ll call the family heads here and explain more of what’s going on. They’re aware of what our Cyfrinwyr were told but not what the plan to see about finding your dwarrow’s cymdeithion. I will send runners to each family today and have the meeting tomorrow, and I will also speak to Adamanta about having the Took family gathering first so it will prove to the other families that we will follow tradition.”

“How will this work,” the princess asked, looking at the thain.

“Even though the magic is sealed, Crëwr Yavanna left us the ability to sense our cymdeithion. In the old days, if a dwarf did not find his cydymaith, then the parties were held so that he could be introduced to the families who have hobbits his age. If the recognition happens, then they move onto bonding. We’re going to have those parties and allow all of you to meet hobbits your own age or thereabouts to see if recognition occurs. The hobbits who recognize their cydymaith will accompany you back to Erebor to hold the bonding ritual and allow them to take their original forms.”

“So this is going to be a meet and greet,” Dis questioned, sighing when Gerontius nodded. “Lovely, a few of our company can be rather dour and abrasive to others who are not family or close friends.”

“That will not be a surprise to anyone,” the thain answered. “The memories we are born with often have rather grumpy dwarrow in it; just be prepared that some of my people will snark back if they are pushed too hard. While we are polite and value manners and respectability, we are not afraid to bite back if someone tries to bite us.”

“That is actually a good thing,” Thorin said. “Having partners that aren’t afraid to stand up to us will earn respect faster among our number.”

“He’s speaking the truth,” the princess shared. “Dwalin is a warrior by craft and trade, and he can be gruff and abrasive to those he calls friend. The only one he isn’t is his brother and me.”

“That’s because he’s terrified of you,” the prince replied, a smile curving his lips. “Any dwarf with a pebble of common sense would be.”

“Formidable,” Gerontius asked, chuckling at the answer he was given.

“Terrifyingly so and our mother is worse,” Thorin stated. “She’s going to need someone with equal strength and determination or they’ll end up being in the same quarry as the rest of us.”

“Much like Adamanta and my daughters,” the hobbit shared. “My Belladonna is a spirited lass, and her son is very much the same way. I think Princess Dis will fit in well if she finds her cydymaith among the Tooks or Brandybucks.”

The knock on the door stopped the conversation, and Adamanta popped her head in to say that dinner was nearly ready. The siblings left Gerontius to write is messages while their hostess led them to their rooms that had been assigned to them for the duration of their stay.

As he unpacked, Thorin felt hopeful that this would work out well and wondered just how long this process would take. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he did so.

“Mahal, let this go well please,” he prayed to his creator. “We need something to provide hope as that is flagging due to the amount of lives lost and property damaged.”

The prince straightened his attire, cleaned up, and then went to find the dining room. He would keep his hope in his maker, knowing that Mahal would not abandon them in their time of need.

Author’s End Note – Okay, translating time – crewyr means creators, cyfrinwyr means mystics, dewin is wizard, cymdeithion is companions, crëwr is creator, cydymaith is companion. All translations are handled through web sites, and I do not speak Welsh so if I make mistakes, please let me know so I can fix it. “Same quarry as the rest of us” is a dwarrow saying much like “being in the same boat as the rest of us.” I thought it worked quite well! Thanks for reading; please take time to share your thoughts on the story because I’m anxious to know what you thought of it. See you next Wednesday! ~ Laran
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