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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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Author’s Note – I cannot thank everyone enough for the amazing response to the last chapter. You’ve been incredible, and I hope you guys know how special all of you are! Thank you so very much!
Disclaimer – I do not own “The Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this story. I just enjoy having a lot of fun with the characters.
Chapter Four – Interruptions and Questions
The company had been riding for a short time when a familiar female voice shrilly interrupted the soft chatter of the group. Balin heard the groan from their hobbit friend and a soft mutter in a language he remembered hearing in the Grotto before it switched to Westron. There was a note of impatience in the hobbit’s voice, which was a new experience for all of them as he had been remarkably patient with the group thus far.
“Merciful Yavanna, I had hoped for a peaceful send off on this journey. Why do I have to deal with her so early in the morning? I could’ve left the Shire and not had to speak with the shrew at all. That would’ve been a fantastic going away gift. What have I done to deserve such torment today?”
The dwarf coughed, covering his mouth to hide the laughter that was threatening to emerge when he heard Bilbo’s comments. The hobbit ignored the smothered laughter, shifting in the saddle to spot the glaring female. He kept his expression calm, not wanting to fuel whatever it was that had his cousin so out of sorts this morning.
“Good morning, Lobelia. Today looks to be a beautiful one, don’t you think?”
“Don’t you good morning me, Bilbo Baggins-Took. Where in Yavanna’s name do you think you’re going?”
“Do you remember the journey my guests are going on that I mentioned the last time we spoke?”
The strict looking matron nodded, hands on her ample hips as she stared at her cousin. There was a look in her eyes that Balin didn’t want to translate as it didn’t bode well for anyone. He admired their hobbit companion for keeping his patience because he wasn’t sure he would’ve been able to do such a thing in Bilbo’s place. He would rather face elves than this harpy of a hobbit.
“Our Mother and Father has asked that I go with them and aid them in their quest. Grandfather knows; he was there with me when I sought the Blessing.”
There was a look of avarice on her face that appeared at that news, and her voice lightened just a tad when she addressed the male.
“So you’ll be gone a while, then?”
Bilbo simply smiled, answering her with the knowledge that what he was telling her would anger and disappoint the hobbit matron. It shouldn’t please him to know that he was puncturing the other hobbit’s dreams of owning his smial, but he couldn’t help the glowing satisfaction that was growing within his heart.
“I am leaving the Shire, Lobelia, and my estate has been handed off to my grandfather for him to manage until I call for my things. Bag End’s deed has been turned over to him so that he can chose someone from the Took side of the family to claim it.”
Her eyes narrowed, anger burning out the greedy expression that had been her prior expression. The feeling of satisfaction kept growing within Bilbo when he recognized the expressions on her face, and he managed to keep it from showing.
“A Took? Bag End should go to a Baggins!”
The young male shook his head, curls dancing along his shoulders as he did so. He’d known this was going to happen and had hoped that he would be out of the Shire when the news reached Lobelia. His grandparents would be able to handle this confrontation easier since it would have been within the privacy of their home and not out in the open. It was not comfortable having this discussion on the road in front of his companions.
“Bag End was built for my mother as part of the marriage contract forged between the Thain and my father. Because of the agreements made, the smial is considered a Took property and not a Baggins one. Grandfather has the keys and deed, and he will see to it that Bag End will be given to a couple who will take care of and love it as much as my parents did. The Baggins heirlooms that I did not wish to retain were sent to the Baggins family smial to be held in trust until Drogo comes of age. He is older than your son and is the direct heir so all is as it should be.”
“No, all is not as it should be, Bilbo Baggins-Took,” she replied, voice sneering and full of anger. “You may be set aside as Tèarmunn, but you have no right to cheat me out of what should be mine! That smial should go to us, not some horrid Took.”
The dwarves nearest to him could see his eyes become cold even as they narrowed while gazing on the greedy matron. They had no idea how the hobbit managed to keep his temper and thought he would have been justified in doing just that. The woman’s greed seemed to know no bounds, and they couldn’t believe she would speak of his family like that. Despite his emotions, Bilbo’s voice remained calm.
“I would not speak of the Thain’s family in such a manner. He would not take it well if he had heard your words. Regardless of your thoughts on the matter, Bag End would never have been yours, Lobelia. Your husband is part of the Baggins line, yes, but you would never have been able to claim it. The estate is entailed in the proper manner, and the Thain will not yield to your demands. It is locked up now until he finds the right family to move in, and they will be Tooks. Everything has been handled properly and legally. Now I bid you good morning as we have a long journey ahead of us,” he said, nudging the pony to start moving again.
The company followed his signal, riding past the speechless female. All of them ignored the woman, focused on their journey and the thought that they did not want to cause their burglar any trouble. It was a battle to remain silent for a lot of them since dwarves held family to be the most important thing in their hearts.
Thorin looked back, noticing the small figure slowly starting to relax from the too stiff and angry posture their new member had been settled into. Concern colored his deep voice as he called to the Tèarmunn, hoping that the smaller member of the company would not carry the dreadful woman’s harsh words in his thoughts.
“Are you well, Master Baggins?”
“I will be,” he answered back, then laughed after a few seconds of contemplation. “Thank the Mother this was the last time I’ll have to deal with Lobelia. She’s my grandfather’s headache now, not that she’ll try much with him.”
“Why’s that,” Dwalin called back, curious about the hobbit’s answer. The shrew of a matron didn’t strike him as someone who would back down if she wanted something, and she had seemed to want Bilbo’s home pretty badly.
“My grandmother, Adamanta, is a force to be reckoned with. She doesn’t put up with nonsense and dislikes hobbits like Lobelia. She’ll have her out on her ear if she tries to pester Grandfather about Bag End.”
The warrior chuckled at that, picturing it easily as Thorin’s sister was just as formidable as Bilbo’s grandmother. Dwalin had the feeling that the two women would get along rather well and wondered if the two would eventually meet due to their companion’s work regarding seed and food caravans for Erebor once it was reclaimed.
“Sounds like quite an amazing hobbit matron, your grandmother.”
“She is,” Bilbo said with a laugh. “She most certainly is. I’ve seen her evict drunk hobbits on her own or with my aunts throwing out the rest of the drunken group. Never mess with a Took woman when her smial is under threat of being demolished.”
That had the company laughing quietly and before long, stories of strong women of their acquaintance was passed around. Bilbo listened, occasionally adding tales that he remembered of his mother or ones of his Took relations.
It made the Tèarmunn feel relaxed and accepted as he listened to the stories that were being told. From the legends, he knew that the dwarves were not the kind of people that shared much of themselves and he was happy they were relaxed enough to include him like this. He gave back, showing his own trust as he wove the funny stories of the women that had helped mold him into the hobbit he was today. Truth be told, the ache of his mother’s passing seemed to ease with each story he shared with the group.
“You said your mother was one of the few women to leave the Shire on an adventure,” Ori asked, sounding curious about the hobbit woman.
“Yes, she was,” Bilbo replied with a soft smile. “My grandmother figures that’s how I was chosen as a Tèarmunn because her Tookish blood refused to be settled by my father’s Baggins side when I was born. My Baggins grandmother agreed with her on that, and my Baggins grandfather allowed me to carry both names to honor the blood that fired my gifts.”
“Is it just this one family that births these Tèarmunn?”
“Yes, Ori, the Tooks are the only ones that do so,” he told him. “According to tradition, they carry the fires of adventure and justice in their souls and that is why the family was chosen by our Honored Parents to be the protectors of our people. There are other families who are also adventurous, but they mostly focus it on boating or swimming instead of leaving the Shire. If the Tèarmunn send out a call for assistance, they are the first to respond.”
“It’s strange to think that an entire race of people would isolate themselves and never travel,” Dori commented. “Even though we keep to ourselves, our people travel for trade and the like. I can’t imagine someone never stepping foot outside of their home territory.”
“We’re nurturers of the earth,” the hobbit explained. “Outside of the Tèarmunn, most hobbits have never seen a weapon or had any experience with violence at all. For a hobbit to leave the Shire, it means extreme vulnerability, even with the gifts our Parents gave us. Hiding only goes so far, and we are vulnerable to those outside of our home. For safety’s sake, it’s best they do not travel but I do not believe in isolating ourselves in regards to news of the rest of Arda.”
Nori shook his head while Gloin responded to the final comment that Bilbo had made, and the thief was in agreement with the red haired dwarf.
“It doesn’t seem smart to ignore the news of the rest of the world,” Gloin said. “It’s a good way to ensure you’re not prepared in case of some kind of disaster that could reach the Shire.”
“Exactly,” Bilbo agreed. “Fortunately, my grandfather and uncles also feel the same as you do, Master Gloin, and often host travelers in Tuckborough to gain news from outside the Shire. It’s helped us in the past, and I know that he and my uncles will continue this habit to keep our people safe.”
“Which reminds me,” the young blond dwarf began. “What exactly are the Tèarmunn?”
“Fili, that may be private,” Thorin scolded, making the younger dwarf flinch a bit.
“I don’t mind sharing this, Master Oakenshield. Since I will be making my home amongst you, it’s better to explain what I can,” Bilbo said to the leader.
“As you wish, Master Baggins-Took. I did not want my nephew to pry into affairs that are considered sacred to your people.”
“I do appreciate that,” the smaller one replied. “I will be happy to explain things but first, Master Oakenshield, if we remain on this path, it takes several days longer to leave the Shire. If you’ll allow me, I’ll show you another way out. It’s hidden, but it’ll take quite a bit of time off of what it would normally take.”
The monarch stared at him a moment, then nodded. As far as he knew, the hobbit had not been informed of Thorin’s issues with directions so this was not done in jest.
“A shorter route is always appreciated,” he told their burglar. “Lead the way.”
Bilbo smiled to himself, taking the unmarked path off of the trail they had been taking and taking the time to organize his thoughts so he could explain to his fellow quest members about what he was.
Author’s End Note – Hope everyone enjoyed this. We get the explanation about what the Tèarmunn are next chapter! Please let know what you thought of this chapter. See everyone soon! ~ Laran
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