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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 wanted to say that the characters chosen for the company with Thorin and Dis are characters created by Tolkien. I did some research and found names he had created, but I did change ages so they fall about the same age or so as Bilbo.

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

Chapter Four - Finding Ones

The party the Tooks had hosted had been a merry gathering, but it had not been successful in that no hobbit had reacted to the dwarrow. A few other parties had yielded the same results, although some friendships had been formed during the gatherings. The few that fell after those first parties were successful.

Dori had found his cydymaith in Lily Brown, a red haired lass with a sweet nature that complimented the dwarf quite nicely. Nori had been drawn to Jessamine Boffin, another red haired lass but this one had a feisty temperament that had the pair bickering off and on during the times the pair met under the watchful eyes of the company and the lass’s family.

Bifur had been approached by Holman Greenhand, a dark haired hobbit who was a bit older than the lasses but was kind, serious, and had a playful side to him when the situation called for it. Surprisingly, his cousins found their cymdeithion at the next party. Hamfast Gamgee, a sandy haired lad with a temperament like his cousin Holman, sought out Bofur while his sister, May Gamgee, approached Bombur. Like her brother, she had sandy hair but was more outgoing than her sibling.

Dwalin’s cydymaith had been a very fiery tempered lass with dark hair named Lobelia Bracegirdle. She was not afraid of the big dwarf and often snarled back during the times they met to learn more about each other. For all that she was pleased to find her cydymaith, it was obvious she was not going to be an easy person to live with and his brother was happy because he knew Dwalin was not one to go for the meek partners.

All in all, Thorin was pleased and did what he could to ensure his dwarrow were able to spend as much time with their cymdeithion before it was time to return to Erebor. All of the hobbits who had come forward had agreed to coming with them after discussing things with the mystics who acted as the priests for these people.

There were still a few more families to meet with, and the prince had hope that the rest of his company, including himself, found their cymdeithion. He found it fascinating just how quickly his dwarrow gravitated to the hobbits who had heard the call and later found out that these hobbits were the Ones of his friends and family, which balanced everything out in his mind.

Dis asked Lobelia what it was that had drawn her to Dwalin, and the hobbit had explained that she’d heard Dwalin’s soul singing to her. The song resonated in her heart and soul, and she knew that he was her cydymaith. The lass told the princess that she’d asked the cyfrinwyr about it, and they had told her that what she felt was called the cytgord. Apparently, this harmony was the signal that alerted a draig that their cydymaith was in front of them.

In some ways, he didn’t quite understand it but Thorin accepted that he was facing something that was beyond what he’d been taught to handle. He was doing his best, which was what was expected of him, and he often spoke to his sister about this to find she was just at a loss about this as he was. It helped to know he wasn’t the only one who was confused and a bit lost.

Today was a gathering at the smial owned by the head of the Brandybuck family. It was another sprawling underground structure, much like what the Tooks had, and he was glad there was a bit of a sense of familiarity to it.

Thorin found his sister in time to see a dark haired, blue eyed hobbit lass walk up to her and hold out her hands.

“Cydymaith,” she breathed out as Dis took her hands. “I am Primula, and you are mine.”

Dis smiled, blue eyes meeting blue.

“I am Dis, and you are mine,” she told the lass, who smiled brilliantly.

The prince was happy for his sister. Dis’s marriage had been political in nature, and he’d died protecting his eldest son while she’d been pregnant with Kili. When her time of mourning was over, she’d sworn she would not take another consort unless he or she was her One. Their parents had agreed and not allowed any pressure to be put on her to remarry, wanting her to have the happiness they shared. Knowing his sister and her tastes, he, Dwalin, and Balin had sworn that her One was female. It seemed they were right, and he was pleased.

Thorin went down another hallway, finding Balin, and the older dwarf chuckled when he spotted the smile on his cousin’s face.

“Another good party,” the adviser stated, sounding pleased as he spoke to his cousin.

“Indeed, it is,” he answered, eyes dancing with his good mood. “Dis found her One, and we were right.”

“A lass?”

Thorin nodded, still smiling in happiness for his sister.

“Indeed, Primula Brandybuck claimed my sister moments ago,” he told Balin, who laughed.

“Interesting because her siblings claimed Gloin and Oin,” he told Thorin, who laughed as well at the way things had worked out.

“Which ones,” the prince asked, curious.

“Gloin was claimed by Amaranth Brandybuck while Asphodel Brandybuck laid a claim on Oin,” Balin replied, sounding pleased.

“That’s almost all the company,” the dwarf lord stated, feeling so very pleased for his friends and family.

“There’s still more families to meet so there’s a strong chance we’ll find our Ones too,” the eldest son of Fundin stated.

“You know, if all of us come back with our Ones, there’s a strong chance other dwarrow will want to try and see if they can find theirs,” Thorin observed. “I may need to talk to the thain about that before we leave because I don’t want to give away the location of the hobbits since they’ve been protected all this time.”

“That is something to worry about,” Balin agreed. “Let’s hope an answer will emerge before we leave the Shire. Like you, I’ve no wish to put these good people at risk.”

“I’ll ask for guidance during my evening prayers,” the prince stated. “Hopefully, Mahal will either answer me or contact one of the mystics here with an answer so we don’t end up worrying about this for the rest of the time we are here.”

The adviser nodded, knowing he would do the same and bring it up to the rest of the company so they would entreat their Maker for advice on how to keep the hobbits safe while allowing more of their people a chance to be happy.

“Thorin! Balin!”

Both males turned to find the princess walking towards them, holding hands with her One. The two females were looking happy and peaceful, and Thorin’s heart was full of joy for them.

“Dis, you look very happy.”

“I am,” she answered. “This is Primula, my One. Prim, this is Balin, our cousin and Thorin’s adviser. The dark haired one that I resemble is my eldest brother, Thorin.”

Primula sank into a curtsy, smiling up at the slightly taller males.

“It’s an honor to meet both of you,” she said. “I’m so glad you came to our home today.”

“As am I because my sister deserves to be happy,” Thorin answered. “I hear your sisters have chosen two of my cousins so today is a day to be joyful and celebrate for finding your One is a special thing to be treasured.”

The hobbit lass beamed at him, dimples appearing in her cheeks as she did so.

“Have they? I’ll have to find them and congratulate them in a bit,” she said. “Of course, our parents will be happy and sad at the same time. Less children underfoot but it means we’ll be leaving when you do. Mama won’t know what to do with herself.”

“Your family is always welcome to visit in Erebor,” the prince assured her. “We’ll find a way to keep the Shire safe so that the comings and goings of visitors to and from Erebor won’t be noticed.”

“I’m sure our families would appreciate that,” Primula said, leaning into Dis slightly. “I know there are other hobbits who will want to find their cymdeithion as soon as the Valar say it’s safe to have more dwarrow come.”

“We were discussing that before you and Dis arrived,” he said, gesturing to Balin. “I will put the matter before our Maker and see what He has to say about this. Hopefully, He will give an answer to someone so we can assure your people and mine that the time will come for more dwarrow to visit here to find their Ones.”

“I’ll spread the word in the family to ask that question of the Green Lady as well,” she promised. “Maybe we’ll get an answer quicker if more of us are asking.”

“Wise idea, Miss Primula,” Balin said, making her smile again.

“So what other families do you have left to visit,” she asked.

Balin listed a few, including one named Baggins, and the lass laughed slightly at that.

“The Bagginses are good people, but they tend to be on the more respectable side of things. I’ve a cousin who is a Baggins; he goes from being more Took than Baggins on some days and others, he’s almost as respectable as the rest of his Baggins relations,” she told them. “However, despite being a bit dull at times, they are incredibly loyal to family and if they make a promise, they will move Middle Earth to fulfill it.”

“That party should be interesting then,” Thorin said dryly, making both females laugh.

“The best two of the Baggins family are Drogo and Bilbo,” Primula said to them. “Uncle Bungo is an excellent cook, but there are days when I wonder at Aunt Belladonna marrying him. Tooks and Bagginses are usually two families who don’t intermarry because they are so wildly different from each other.”

“We’ll make the best of it if they get too respectable,” Dis commented with a laugh.

“Oh, you’ll enjoy the food. Almost every Baggins is an exceptional cook, except for Cousin Bilbo,” the lass said, blushing slightly. “Uncle Bungo has said more than once he can’t understand it; his other children cook very well, but Bilbo burns water when he sets the kettle on for tea.”

“That sounds familiar,” Thorin and Dis said in unison, making Balin laugh since he knew who they were referring to.

“Our brother, Frerin, and our mother are the same way,” the princess informed Primula with a wide grin. “They’re literally forbidden to be around cooking fires and stoves because they will set the kitchen on fire.”

Primula’s eyes widened at the thought, and she giggled.

“At least Cousin Bilbo will be happy to know that he’s not alone in his plight,” she told them between giggles. “Be prepared because there will be teasing about his unique inability to cook, and he always manages to outwit the one teasing every time. It’s one of the reasons I don’t mind the parties with the Bagginses too much if Cousin Bilbo is there. He makes it fun.”

“Well, we shall see for ourselves soon enough,” Thorin replied, chuckling slightly.

The thought of a hobbit who couldn’t cook was rather astounding considering every family that had hosted his company had provided food that tasted incredible. It was like trying to picture a dwarf who couldn’t craft at all; it simply didn’t make sense at all.

He shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. As he spoke to Dis and her One, Thorin couldn’t help but wonder what the next few days would bring. Hopefully, the party with the Baggins family would be as entertaining as Primula said it might be. He also hoped that he and Balin would find their Ones as well before returning home to Erebor.

Author’s End Note – Translation time – cytgord means harmony, draig means dragon, cyfrinwyr means mystics, cymdeithion means companions, and cydymaith means companion in Welsh. I do not speak Welsh and am using a translation site so if I make a mistake, please let me know so I can correct it! I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter. Also, I’m on tumblr under ladylaran so feel free to pop on and add me if you’re on the site too. Thank you for reading, and I hope you’ll share your thoughts on the chapter. ~ Laran
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