Adult-FanFiction.org : Lord of the Rings

Mending the Broken Pieces	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 13613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own "the Hobbit" nor do I make money from this story. Tolkien and Jackson are the ones who own the characters and world.

Chapter List
- 49
- 50
- 51
Author’s Note – So this is another chapter I had to write to fill the gap between the last one posted and the original one I was supposed to post. Renaming files is so much fun! It’s worth it though because I feel this is helping things move better. I hope all of you agree! I will admit, I’m a complete push over for “Phantom of the Opera” and the title for this chapter comes from the first line of one of the songs from the musical written by Andrew Lloyd Webber. It sort of just spoke to me.

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story. The song sung by Thorin in the story is called “Long Long Journey” and is by Enya; I do not own that or make money using these lyrics!

Chapter Fifty – In Sleep He Sang To Me

When Thorin retired for the night, he was exhausted, in pain, and worried about a multitude of things. First and foremost of his worries revolved around his One and her company as they made their way to Mordor. He hated not being able to be in contact with them, and all he could do was pray that the Maker and His wife would ensure their journey was safe and swift.

The dwarf sighed, undressing carefully and undoing his braids, and soon retired to bed. His thoughts were full of Hawthorn, and he sent one last prayer to Mahal before succumbing to sleep.

As the warm waves of sleep washed over him, Thorin found himself standing in a magnificently carved hall that he did not recognize. The beings in front of him, though he did not recognize one of them, were obviously Valar. His soul immediately identified the bearded one, and he sank to his knees in respect for the one who created the dwarrow.

“Lord Mahal,” he whispered, unable to speak louder.

“Rise, my son,” Mahal said, smiling when the dwarf made it to his feet. “Thorin Oakenshield, you have made me proud.”

A look of shock settled on Thorin’s face as he heard the words spoken; this was not something he had expected. He didn’t question that this was real because of the soul deep recognition he was feeling. He was dreaming, and his mind had been pulled by his Maker to stand in front of Him. He just didn’t know why.

“I have only done as you taught us,” he answered quietly. “I have sought to take care of my people as my forefathers have done and to cherish my family and One.”

“You did not allow the anger and darkness to consume you to the point where you could not hear the wisdom of your advisers and One. You let your One go because you knew the needs of the many outweighed your need to have her at your side. Your focus is where it should be for a leader of your clan; that is more I can say for some of your ancestors, my son.”

“I can only do my best, Stone Father,” he replied, voice still quiet. “My people and family mean more to me than anything else.”

“As it should be,” Mahal said to him. “Which is why we are going to do what we can to help you and your One as she journeys to destroy the Ring created by Sauron.”

Blue eyes filled with hope as Thorin looked up at the two Valar.

“You do not know me, Thorin, king of Erebor,” the other Vala said. “Yet I am the one your creator and your One’s creator came to in hopes of finding a way to strengthen the girl as she makes this journey. Your bond is not yet solid enough to do more than offer strength and comfort; I can provide a means so you can give her what she needs while you both rest.”

That finally alerted Thorin as to who it was with his creator, and he bowed his head.

“Lord Irmo, anything you can provide, we will be grateful for. I worry for her and the others, but her burden is only going to get heavier as they near their destination.”

“That is our worry as well,” Irmo answered. “In order to lend her strength and comfort as well as protect her mind from the Ring at night, she will be brought to a safe place in the realm of dreams where you can join her.”

Before the king could speak, their surroundings changed until they were standing in Thorin’s current chambers. Mahal leaned against the wall as the other Vala spoke.

“You both will be able to change your surroundings at will,” He told him. “You won’t be so deep in sleep that you won’t be able to wake easily either; we have no wish to put either of you in jeopardy.”

“I cannot thank you enough,” Thorin said to both of them, emotion causing his voice to sound rough. “I have been worrying about her since we realized what it was she carried; I know our bond is not strong enough for what she needs. This will make things easier. Thank you.”

Both Valar nodded, then disappeared as a familiar form appeared in the king’s chambers. Thorin’s hobbit looked tired but happy, rushing to him when she spied him waiting. He gladly pulled her into his arms, relishing the feel of her against his heart.

“I can’t believe the gift they have granted us,” she whispered, holding as tightly to him as he was her. “I thought my mind was playing tricks on me when I was brought before the Green Lady and Lady Estë after I fell asleep. This gift is incredible, and I am so grateful for it.”

“As am I, ukradel,” he answered, resting his cheek against her unbound hair. “This is a blessing, and I will do my utmost to provide the comfort and strength you need as we take our rest.”

“You’ve been such a strength since I left,” she said, not letting him go. “The others are trying to keep me distracted, but I am so very worried about this journey.”

Thorin took a seat in front of the roaring fire, tugging her down onto his lap so they could cuddle together. He held her close as she snuggled into him, laying her head over his heart.

“I will not deny you have every reason to worry about this journey, Hawthorn,” the dwarf murmured to her. “It’s a long one from Erebor, but I know the group with you will keep you safe. The dwarrow with you will offer the strength of their arms to protect you; the elf and Gandalf will do the same. Not many can claim to have journeyed with such a legend as the elf is.”

“True,” she agreed, inhaling the comforting scent of juniper that radiated from him. “He, Dwalin, Helka, and Kili were discussing various battles in history tonight when we made camp. I had a feeling Dwalin would know of these battles given who his brother is, but Kili has never shown much interest in discussing such things before. It caught me by surprise honestly; I won’t mention it to him though since I don’t want to hurt his feelings.”

“Both of my sister-sons hide it, but they do enjoy learning history. The only problems their tutors had over the years was ensuring their schedules were balanced enough so that weapons training, self defense, crafting, and other important skills were included throughout their day. Dis and I ensured they had time to be dwarflings and play,” he shared. “They tend to be so very bright in personality, loving to pull pranks, and that leads people to misjudge them.”

“In a way, it’s probably good thing that people misjudge them. Most wouldn’t think twice about making comments around them since they would think either wasn’t paying attention or wouldn’t understand,” Hawthorn stated, snuggling closer as his arms tightened a bit around her.

“It’s happened before and saved Dis’s life,” Thorin told her. “Someone in Ered Luin had been upset with how things were going, and they were going to target her for a kidnapping to force my hand to do things they way they wanted. Fili went to find me while Kili followed; we managed to stop things before their plans could reach fruition.”

“I think it’ll serve them well when it’s time for Fili to inherit the throne,” she said. “I think you and Balin can train them to work with that particular trait in political ways.”

“We already are,” he informed her. “My idea for once and not my sister’s or Balin’s. My suggesting it surprised them since I tend to try to keep the boys out of certain things in order to protect them. Nori had a hand in training them as well.”

“He’s good at going into places and not being seen,” Hawthorn observed. “He’d be the right person to teach them those kinds of skills.”

“Dwalin suggested Nori. Their feud in public is to hide the fact that Nori brings information to him to be acted on whenever his involvement is needed,” Thorin replied. “The feud seems so real to people that no one has ever suspected that Nori is more than just a very talented thief.”

She relaxed in his arms as he spoke, and he smiled while pressing a soft kiss against the tawny curls. Thorin enjoyed holding her like this, and he could sense her own contentment.

“Would you mind singing to me tonight,” Hawthorn asked, making his smile grow at the softly spoken request.

“I’d be honored, ukradel,” he answered, mentally going through the songs he knew. “Is there anything in particular you’d like to hear?”

“Not really,” the hobbit replied, snuggling in closer to him. “I know I heard a few during the journey home, but I want to hear something that’s special to you.”

Thorin was suddenly reminded of a song he’d written shortly after Smaug had taken Erebor from them. He’d not shared it often with anyone outside of the family, but it had been one of those types of songs that brought strength to the spirit. The melody was somewhat upbeat compared to most of the ballads composed after the sacking of their mountain, and he’d often sung it to himself when alone in order to keep his heart alive with hope instead of dying in pain.

The dwarf drew in a deep breath and began singing, voice soft enough to be heard but not be overpowering to the lass in his arms.

City lights shine on the harbor, night has fallen down; through the darkness and the shadow
I will still go on. Long, long journey through the darkness, long, long way to go; but what are miles
across the ocean to the heart that's coming home? Where the road runs through the valley, where the river flows, I will follow every highway to the place I know. Long, long journey Through the darkness,
long, long way to go; but what are miles across the ocean to the heart that's coming home? Long, long journey out of nowhere, long, long way to go; but what are sighs and what is sadness to the heart that's coming home? Long, long journey through the darkness, long, long way to go; but what are miles
across the ocean to the heart that's coming home?”

“Oh Thorin,” she murmured, song echoing in her mind. “I love it; there’s hope and determination there. With songs like that, I can see why you were so dedicated to regaining our home. Did you write this one?”

“I did,” he said, glad his hair hid the signs of embarrassment though he could not hide the pleased smile he wore. “I haven’t sung it often in front of others; my father felt it was too upbeat, but my siblings disagreed so I would sing it for them when they asked for it. Fili and Kili enjoyed it too.”

“And now I do too,” Hawthorn said softly. “So feel free to sing it whenever you like.”

“I will do my best to remember that,” Thorin promised, pressing another kiss to her hair.

The king felt relaxed, and he could sense the same from his One. In his heart of hearts, he thanked the Valar for their kind actions; he knew that this would help Hawthorn through her difficult task as well as keep him calm during their separation.

Author’s End Notes – Okay so that was a little sappy but I liked it. Hopefully, all of you will too. Ukradel means greatest heart of all hearts in case some of my readers don’t know. Thanks for reading and for your patience. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter. See you next chapter! ~ Laran
- 49
- 50
- 51
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Mending the Broken Pieces