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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 – Here’s the chapter everyone has been waiting for. I really hope you enjoy it.

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

Chapter Five – The Baggins’ Gathering

Both Thorin and Balin had no luck at the parties that followed the one at the Brandybuck smial; the party hosted by the Baggins would be the final attempt, and both of them had shared with each other that they hoped this one would render results.

It wasn’t so much wanting a partner to fight with as it was finding someone to spend their lives with. Thorin and Balin admitted their loneliness at times, and they knew their siblings worried about them a great deal over the years. The pair would do their best to go through the hobbits at the party in hopes of finding the one who would end their loneliness.

With that in mind, the pair politely greeted their hosts and Thorin introduced his company and their Ones to their hosts. He knew the hobbits were known to the ones hosting this get together, but it was the polite thing to do.

“Thank you for introducing them,” the hostess said. “I’m Belladonna Baggins, and this is my husband Bungo.”

“Very nice to meet you,” Bungo said with a smile. “Our children are around here somewhere; I haven’t seen Bilbo since I chased him out of the kitchen earlier.”

“You chased him with a wooden spoon,” Belladonna giggled. “I wouldn’t blame him for hiding.”

“Yes well, I’d rather not have to renovate the kitchen again because of his helping,” the hobbit said with a cross look that was close to breaking due to trying not to give in to laughter.

“Hopefully, I will get a chance to meet him,” Thorin said, smiling. “I heard a bit of his problems in the kitchen; my mother and brother have the same issues and are forbidden from going into any kitchen or near any cooking fire.”

“It’s a rare thing for a hobbit to lack talent talent in cooking,” Bungo chuckled. “Unfortunately, he inherited it from my father, Mungo, and I think my nephew may have the same fault.”

Belladonna laughed, looking over the crowd as if looking for someone. Her eyes lit up as she spotted a small group of fauntlings sitting under a tree.

“I found him,” she told her husband. “It seems the fauntlings are making him work for his supper again.”

Bungo chuckled at that, shaking his head as his wife explained the comment she had made.

“Bilbo has a gift for storytelling,” she informed Thorin. “The fauntlings adore him for it and will often corner him at parties so they can hear his stories. If Bungo and I aren’t careful, he’ll miss the meal entirely because he can’t tell the little ones no.”

“Our youngest fauntlings are to blame as well,” Bungo said. “Bella, are all of our guests here?”

“Yes, love,” she answered. “Everyone who received an invitation has arrived and been greeted.”

“Nothing for it then,” the male hobbit said, straightening his waistcoat. “I will take our son’s place so he can greet our newest guests. After all, that’s one of the reasons they are here and I shan’t have them overlooked by our eldest.”

“Have fun, dearest,” the matron said with a gentle smile. “Master Thorin, would you like something to drink?”

“I would enjoy that very much,” he answered, extending his arm for his hostess.

They headed to the drinks table, and Thorin could see why his sister’s One was fond of the wife of the head of the Baggins family. She was vibrant, cheerful, and a bit on the mischievous side, and he didn’t find himself wanting to get away at the first available opportunity like he usually did at gatherings.

As he poured her a drink, Thorin noticed Balin was talking to a dark haired hobbit with a look on his face that was eerily similar to the ones his sister and company had worn when they’d found their Ones. Belladonna noticed where his attention was focused and smiled, recognizing the one the dwarf was talking to.

“That is Drogo Baggins,” she informed her guest. “He’s been raised with Bilbo after his parents died when he was tiny. Fortunately, he can help Bungo in the kitchen when he needs it so Bilbo won’t offer to help.”

“At least he has the help and won’t worry about having to renovate the kitchen once more,” Thorin joked a bit, pleased for his cousin.

“Very true,” Belladonna laughed, sipping her drink. “He’s a good lad, solid, dependable, good sense of humor, and loyal. He’ll be a good cydymaith for your friend.”

“Balin is a good dwarf with similar traits,” the dwarf told her. “I hope for a good partnership between them. My cousin deserves happiness in his life.”

“I think everyone does,” the hobbit matron answered, then beamed. “And there is my eldest.”

Thorin turned, spying a hobbit approaching them. Bilbo Baggins had tawny blond hair that flowed wildly about his head, worn a little longer than his father’s to his shoulders, and blue eyes that seemed to pierce through him. The dwarf’s heart stuttered a moment, then pounded hard as he felt the draw towards the slightly shorter male.

The hobbit approached, looking joyful as he held his hands out to the dwarf prince.

“Cydymaith,” Bilbo breathed out reverently. “I am Bilbo, and you are mine.”

Thorin took his hands, feeling a jolt down his spine as they touched.

“I am Thorin, and you are mine.”

The prince returned the smile he was given, joy running through his body as well as the odd jolts that seemed to run alongside the emotion. He wasn’t sure what it was and would ask about it later when he had a chance. Right now, he was too focused on the hobbit in front of him.

His One had eyes the color of blue topaz, light and misleading in the color at times, and Thorin found them to be utterly beautiful. There was obvious strength in the hands holding onto his, and he realized there really wasn’t a bit of him that didn’t catch his attention. It was odd because he was not one to notice things like this.

“Well, looks as if you’ll be coming along,” a female voice interrupted, drawing their attention.

The pair looked to spy Dwalin with Lobelia, and Thorin could hear a muttered grumble from his One.

“Crewyr preserve me; I hadn’t heard you’d found your cydymaith, Lobelia. Congratulations,” he managed in a polite tone.

“Congratulations, Thorin,” Dwalin said to his cousin, seeing the slight tension and hoping to ease it since this was a joyful time. “Balin found his One as well; I’m glad to see him looking so happy.”

“As am I,” the prince replied with a smile, still holding onto one of Bilbo’s hands. “He definitely deserves it; I have a feeling Frerin will be giving all of us grief at some point or another.”

“Aye but I’ve a feeling our Ones can handle him easily enough,” the burly dwarf answered, making Lobelia give him a playful smirk.

“Oh we can dish out plenty if he tries anything,” she said, making Bilbo laugh.

“Indeed,” the male hobbit replied. “Lobelia and I snark at each other in ways that makes most people think we hate each other, but we’re actually good friends. She and I are known to prank back in retaliation.”

“He won’t know how to handle it; there’s a few others who are good at retaliation as well,” Lobelia agreed. “Primula and Drogo are just as good as we are.”

“Just leave the mountain standing, that’s all I ask,” Thorin said, shaking his head and grinning. “The less of a headache Father and I have to worry about, the better. Although, if you’re as good as you say you are, you might be able to get my sister-sons under control.”

The two hobbits shared a look and grinned, which didn’t really reassure the prince much at all but he would wait to see just what the two would do to his overly rambunctious nephews. If they could rein them in just a bit, he and his father would be happy for it.

They couldn’t discuss it further when Dis arrived, Primula with her as they held hands while making the rounds through the party to greet all of the guests.

“Thorin!”

“Dis, Primula,” he greeted the two with a smile. “Dis, I would like to present Bilbo Baggins, my One. Bilbo, this is my sister, Dis Axedancer, daughter of Thrain, son of Thror, Princess Under the Mountain. Before I forget, this is my cousin, Dwalin, son of Fundin, son of Farin.”

Bilbo bowed politely, giving them both a warm smile.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” he said, meeting their eyes evenly.

“It’s nice to meet you as well, laddie,” Dwalin answered first, returning the bow to his cousin’s One. “You’ll have your hands full with that one there, that’s for certain.”

Thorin swatted at the other dwarf’s head as Dis spoke to her brother’s One. She was pleased to see he had found his heart’s treasure, having been worried that he would be the only one who hadn’t found the companion the Valar had created for him. The changes in Thorin were already noticeable, and it made her feel so much joy.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mister Baggins,” she began.

“Please, call me Bilbo,” the male hobbit insisted. “We’re to be family, and I’m not one for formalities when it comes to kin.”

“Please call me Dis,” the princess said, smiling at him. “I’m glad you and Thorin found each other. I was beginning to worry since this is the last gathering before we have to return to Erebor. It would have broken my heart to see him returning without someone.”

Bilbo’s smile was gentle as he replied in a soft voice.

“Sometimes, the better things are worth waiting for. I wasn’t sure I’d find my cydymaith among the dwarrow either, but I knew I wasn’t meant for a hobbit. I’m glad Papa pulled me away from the fauntlings because I might have missed feeling the cytgord.”

“I’m glad he did too,” she informed him, taking advantage of her brother’s distraction as he spoke to Dwalin and Balin, who had just approached. “Truthfully, Thorin works incredibly hard with our father to see to the safety and well-being of our people as well as the people we call our allies. There are times my mother and I have to intervene in order to ensure the two get enough time to rest.”

The hobbit knew what she was getting at and was quick to relieve her fears. He could understand her worries and would do his best to help his cydymaith with whatever he could. It was a bit daunting to know he was to be bonded to the Crown Prince of Erebor. As a simple hobbit, he wasn’t exactly trained to work with politics and the like.

“I will do my best to help him with the work as much as I can,” he assured her. “I will need help because while I am well educated, I have not been taught to handle what will be required of me as his cydymaith.”

“Mother and I will teach you what will be expected of you as his consort and how to handle everything,” Dis promised in a soothing voice. “The biggest responsibility is keeping him balanced, supporting him when he needs it. Mother tells me often that she finds it to be the largest task she faces is keeping Father from becoming overworked and stressed out. If he can’t find time to relax, the family and mountain suffers for it.”

“That I can do,” Bilbo said quietly, sneaking a peek to make sure Thorin was still talking to his cousins. “Hobbits know comfort better than most; it’s the rest of it that worries me.”

“You’d be a fool not to worry,” the princess said. “I’m glad you aren’t one. As I said, when the opportunity reveals itself, we’ll start training you on the responsibilities you have now as Crown Prince Consort and what you will have to take on as Prince Consort Under the Mountain.”

The hobbit nodded, relieved by the knowledge he had help in regards to learning everything, but the idea of being consort to a king was rather frightening. In truth, as nervous as he was about regaining his draig form, he was considerably more nervous about helping to rule a kingdom!

Author’s End Note – Translation time – cydymaith is companion, crewyr is creators (valar), cytgord is harmony, and draig is dragon. I hope you enjoyed reading and thank you so much for taking the time to do so. Please leave a note to tell me what your thoughts on this story are! ~ Laran
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