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Yavanna's Warriors	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 9349 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Hobbit" nor do I make money from this story.

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Author’s Note – I have to apologize for the lack of updates. One, we lost our internet again and two, the LCD on my “work” laptop began to go and was unusable. I tried to transfer things to my gaming one and found I had the world’s worst Trojan. It took my “little brother” a lot of time to get the contents of my work horse to my gaming one once he’d reformatted the drive a few times. I’m getting used to a new OS and hoping like heck Office won’t die on me because I’m getting an “activate” message and my key won’t work! Anyway, here’s the next chapter and please enjoy!
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from writing this story.
Chapter Nine – A Small Demonstration and Discussion
By the time the spar with Fili ended, Bilbo had burned off all of the energy accumulated throughout the day as well as getting his emotions under control. He’d enjoyed the spar thoroughly since the blond haired brother had obviously understood the necessity of fighting with speed instead of relying solely on brute strength. The Tèarmunn promised himself that he would ask for more sparring matches from the fair haired dwarf because it had helped him test his skills, giving him things he would need to work on to improve. This meant he would need to work on those in between sparring and teaching Ori and Kili; organizing his limited free time to accommodate all of this would be interesting, but he was determined to see it through.
“That was a fantastic spar,” Fili called to him with a grin, heading to his pack to pull out the equipment needed to maintain his weapons. There was still time before dinner, and he wanted to make sure that his blades were at the level of sharpness they needed to be. He was a tad bit worried because he knew that Bilbo’s weapons were forged by Mahal, and he wasn’t too sure how his own would hold up against those.
“Yes, it was,” Bilbo returned, sounding a bit breathless. “I’d love to do it again whenever we have time to do so.”
“Definitely, tomorrow after you finish giving the lessons,” he offered, grinning even wider when the hobbit nodded.
“You did well today in handling Kili, Ori, and Dori,” a voice behind him stated, stopping him from moving away from the area where the spars had taken place.
“Thank you for allowing me the chance to train the two, Thorin,” Bilbo replied, recognizing the speaker’s voice. “I’m afraid Dori might be angry with me for a while. I never meant to cause friction in the company, but I don’t want to see something happening to Ori.”
“It’s never easy accepting that those under your care no longer need the protection they once did,” the king said softly, speaking from experience. “He will calm down and accept what needs to be done. In time, he’ll be grateful to you for taking Ori under your wing.”
“They’ll always need the love and protection from those who love them and they love in return,” the Tèarmunn answered. “The problem was that there was no balance between the loving shielding he does and allowing Ori a chance for independence. The imbalance will cause their relationship to fray before someone ends up hurt or worse because of the over-protection.”
“Nori has been after his brother to allow Ori to train with Dwalin or one of the other teachers for several years,” Thorin replied, sharing a bit of what he knew about the brothers. “Dori never wanted to accept the need; I think you’ve opened his eyes enough where Nori can help him with creating the right balance in their family.”
“I just don’t want to see a family torn apart by death,” Bilbo murmured, knowing how painful that could be. “Not if I can help it.”
“The Ri brothers haven’t been touched by death since their mother passed shortly after Ori was born,” he said to the hobbit. “It’s what’s made them so protective of Ori over the years.”
“My grandmother tried to be the same after my parents passed,” he replied, eyes distant for a moment as the memories played through his mind. “I was considered to be too young to be on my own, but Grandfather intervened before the Baggins family could step in and try to take over. Due to my training, he knew I could handle being on my own and could assume responsibility over my father’s businesses. He kept an eye on things once a week to ensure I was handling the business side of things properly, and I was visiting them often so I wouldn’t worry my grandmother.”
“How old were you when you lost them,” he asked, seeing the type of pain in the other’s blue eyes that the king had personal experience with.
“They were going to Bree and had been attacked by bandits. Usually, the road to Bree doesn’t have a problem with bandits so they didn’t ask for a Tèarmunn to go with them,” Bilbo murmured. “It was right before my twenty-fifth birthday.”
“That is much too young,” Thorin said to him, wincing at the thought of anyone being so young and alone.
“By our standards and yours,” he answered. “Hobbits have the same lifespan of our siblings, but our coming of age is sooner due to our Mother’s proclamation shortly after our birth. I don’t really know why it happens at so young an age, but She deemed us ready. None of us ever thought to question Her on it as we trust Her judgement.”
“I’ve learned to never question the will of the Valar because it usually ends up haunting you,” Thorin replied.
“Very true,” Bilbo answered, tilting his head when Gloin was set to chop down a sapling to boost the firewood supply for the night. “Not that one,” he called to the red haired dwarf, stopping him before he could damage the young tree.
“Why not?”
“It’s healthy,” he told the axe-wielding dwarf. “Always try to cull the unhealthy ones first, it helps the grove remain strong.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know a healthy tree from an unhealthy one,” Gloin replied, not afraid to admit that he couldn’t follow the hobbit’s suggestion. “We understand stone, lad, not nature. For most of us, a tree just looks like a tree.”
“It’s a good thing you have a hobbit with you,” the Tèarmunn teased, pulling his cearcall from where it was resting. “Otherwise, you’d be completely lost.”

“What are you planning to do with that weapon,” Thorin asked, arching an eyebrow in surprise when the hobbit gave him a playful grin.
“Save Gloin a bit of work,” he replied, then turned his gaze to the unhealthy tree that needed to be brought down.
As the group watched, the hobbit threw the weapon and everyone’s mouth gaped open in shock when the circular piece of metal went right through the tree. The cearcall lodged itself into a small rock formation a short distance behind the now felled tree.
“That should do it,” Bilbo commented, grin growing wider at the looks of shock on the company’s faces.
Gandalf broke into laughter, enjoying the reactions as well. He’d seen the weapons used during an orc invasion several centuries ago, and he’d learned to respect them over the years.
“I have seen the cearcall cut through solid armor, flesh, and bone before,” the wizard shared. “One Tèarmunn I had the honor of fighting alongside actually decapitated three opponents that had the misfortune of standing behind each other. The cearcall she wielded didn’t stop until it had hit a stone wall.”
“Doesn’t that leave the hobbit with one weapon less,” Dwalin asked, shaking his head as he inspected the trunk. The weapon had cut through the wood cleanly, no ragged edges at all.
“Dwalin, move two steps to your right please,” the hobbit said, eyes shining with mischief.
Once the dwarf was out of the way, Bilbo extended a gloved hand, palm outward, and applied his will towards the weapon. It pulled itself out of the stone and hurled towards the hobbit, who snagged it with ease.
“How did you do that?”
“It’s one of the gifts our Father imbued the weapons with,” the Tèarmunn said to the stunned captain of the guard, hanging the cearcall back onto his belt. “We can summon them back with a mental call. The corran can be thrown too if need be,” he told him.
“Useful,” the mostly bald dwarf commented, shaking his head. “Mahal definitely put a lot of thought into the weapons He made for you.”
“I think so,” the hobbit replied, going towards his pack to get his bowl when Bombur called out that it was time for the meal.
The company ate together, sharing stories as they did so. Bilbo listened, enjoying the stew as he ate. All of them were talking about different adventures they’d had, comical mishaps during travels, and other things that happened to them.
Once the meal was over, he worked with Nori to get everything cleaned up. As the pair scrubbed the dishes, the thief looked over at the hobbit.
“I wanted to thank you for what you told Dori earlier,” he said to the smaller male. “I’ve been trying to get my brother to loosen the restrictions on Ori for a while now. He didn’t want to let go, and I was worried about what might happen while we were on this journey. You’re right, a slingshot won’t protect him at all.”
“I probably have not endeared myself to your brother by what I’ve done and said,” Bilbo told him. “I just don’t want to see any loss of life if I can help it.”
“He’s thinking on it now,” the dwarf replied. “He didn’t want Ori to come, but Mahal that boy is stubborn when he wants to be.”
“Comes by it honestly,” the hobbit teased lightly, making the other laugh.
“That he does, from both of us,” Nori chuckled. “He does have the strength of our line and, as you said, his size puts him more at an advantage. If he can combine the strength with speed, he’ll be a hell of a little fighter.”
“That’s the plan for him and Kili,” Bilbo reassured him. “Did he find something that works for him?”
“A pair of single handled axes, light enough to be utilized at a fast pace but can take the brute strength when he needs to use it,” he told the other. “They were Gloin’s; they’re his backup pair if his bigger ones end up damaged and can’t be repaired. Since they’re well crafted, he didn’t see that happening anytime soon and gave the smaller ones to Ori so he’d have something to protect himself. He and Dwalin promised to teach him how to wield them properly.”
“I’m pleased to hear it,” he said, rinsing the last bowl. “He’s a sweet person with a good heart, and I enjoy being around him. I want him to make it through this quest and share this story with the future generations.”
“That he is,” he answered, giving the other a wide grin. “No idea where he got it from.”
“Both of you, I imagine,” the hobbit chuckled. “You both were his strongest influences as he was growing up.”
“Dori’s stubborn and overprotective, and I’m a thief,” the dwarf pointed out, not seeing what the smaller male was referring to.
“You got involved in that because of the need to support your family, am I right?”
“My craft is one that wasn’t in much demand in Ered Luin,” he said with a sigh. “I learned how to get the money we needed to survive. Dori hated it, but young dwarves require a lot more money for their needs than he could make with just his craft. He frets over it when I’m gone on a run to try to get the money we need, but it’s a risk I have to take to make sure he and Ori have what they require to survive.”
“You did what you needed to do,” Bilbo reassured him. “That is what family does. People may not say that you’re a good person because of what you do to support your family, but you did it out of love. That comes from a good heart.”
Nori stared at him for a long moment before giving him a soft smile. Outside of Ori, no one had ever said such words to him before and it touched him to hear them.
“You’re a good person, Bilbo Baggins-Took,” he said, picking up the pot Bombur had used to cook with. “Thank you.”
Bilbo blushed a bit, picking up the bowls. He wasn’t used to compliments, but he was happy that he’d done the right thing regarding Dori and Ori’s situation.
Author’s End Note – All right, there’s the update! As I said before, I just hope Office continues to work or I can find an alternative that won’t botch my files and cause more of a headache than I need at the moment. Please let me know what you think of the chapter! ~Laran
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