Yavanna's Warriors

BY : LadyLaran
Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The
Dragon prints: 8677
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Hobbit" nor do I make money from this story.

Author’s Note – Here’s the last chapter I have ready.  Hopefully, once I’m done updating stories, I’ll be able to write more and get more posted.  I just hope the muse and the mind/body are willing.  Thank you again for your patience!

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this story.  Also included are the lyrics to “The Sky and the Dawn and the Sun” which is owned by the amazing people behind the fantastic group known as “Celtic Woman.”  I don’t own it, don’t make money from it, and I’m just borrowing it for this chapter!

Chapter Eleven – Hymns and Rain

Despite the restless night and the remedy he had taken, Bilbo woke before most of the others and settled himself in position to meditate.  He could feel the warmth of the rising sun caressing his skin, basking in it for several moments before sinking into the exercises to calm his thoughts and work on his connection to nature.

The Tèarmunn sensed the sleepy murmurs of the plants and vague stirrings of the bedrock beneath it and sent his energy into everything, strengthening his connection to them.  They took his energy, sending their own back, and he gave a quiet smile.

It was always peaceful listening to nature, and it never failed to cheer him up whenever he was shaken or unhappy by events that had taken place.  It was helping now, and he took the comfort as it was offered.

“All right there, Bilbo?”

Blue eyes opened to find Kili crouching in front of him, looking worried, and the hobbit gave him a small smile.  He had a feeling the company might be worried about him due to the vision he’d had last night, and the curly haired male didn’t want them worrying if he could help it.

“I am now, Kili,” he replied.  “Thank you for asking.”

“You worried us last night, and I just wanted to check on you.  I’ve never seen anyone react like that to a dream and then to hear it was a message from the Valar.  I don’t blame you for being so off balance and upset,” the archer commented.

“I appreciate that,” Bilbo murmured.  “I’m hopeful Lord Elrond can help me make sense of this so I can figure out what the message is and who I need to tell it to.”

“Uncle said we’re going to head to Rivendell today,” the dwarf offered.  “Gandalf seems to think Elrond can help you since Lothlórien is too far to make for.  He and uncle decided that time was too valuable to waste since we need your dream interpreted.”

“I’m grateful for their decision,” the hobbit said, stretching for a moment.  “If Irmo is going to continue to relay messages like this, then I need to know how to handle it.  This is not a skill any of Yavanna’s Warriors are taught, and I can’t risk losing control like I did last night.”

Looking over at the group, he could see most of them were slowly coming awake but Ori was alert.  He grinned as an idea came to mind.  This would be a good way to get his two students started and allow him to focus on something else. 

“Ori, feel up to some exercise before breakfast,” the Tèarmunn called out, catching both Kili and the scribe off guard.

Ori turned towards Bilbo and nodded, putting his book away before heading towards where he and the archer were talking.  He was determined to learn and would do everything he could to master what the hobbit would teach him.

Once the two dwarves were in front of him, Bilbo patted the ground in an invitation for the pair to sit down.  He could see the dedication on their faces and was glad to see it.  This meant he wouldn’t be wasting his time working with them.

“We’ll start with agility and range of motion in the mornings and work on speed after we make camp each day,” he began.  “The agility is important and will help with your speed in the future.”

The trio spent the time before breakfast with Bilbo teaching the two dwarves a series of stretches designed to work on flexibility, helping them with each stretch while explaining what the exercise did.  He could hear them groan occasionally but not a single word of complaint was spoken.

The hobbit let them go once they’d finished the exercises and advised them to do them each time they stopped, holding it longer as soon as the stretches became easier.  Both dwarves agreed, promising to do so, and they headed to rejoin their families and get their breakfast.

Bilbo enjoyed his meal, turning the bowl over to be cleaned, and he sang as he got his gear together and pony saddled up.  The hymn was a different one, a bit faster paced than the one he’d sung the morning prior. 

While the song was going on, the dwarves could see the trees and flowers stir and nearly dance along with the melody.  It was amazing to see, and Gandalf had a feeling that the Tèarmunn’s connection to nature was growing.  That was reassuring to the Istar because Bilbo would be able to use it if they were attacked without too much of an issue.

Once the song ended, the company mounted and were on their way.  Bilbo could hear Bofur humming the hymn and smiled, having a feeling Yavanna would enjoy hearing that from her husband’s children. 

“You don’t mind him doing that,” Bombur asked, looking over at the smaller male.

“Not at all,” he replied, still smiling.  “The children of Mahal are the children of Her heart so She wouldn’t take offense to anything done with respect.”

“I’m glad,” the heavy dwarf told him.  “Bofur is fond of music, and he approaches hymns with respect.  I imagine he’ll be learning whatever you can teach.”

“I wouldn’t mind teaching whoever wanted to learn,” Bilbo offered.  “Hymns, tavern songs, or any of the other kinds we have.  I think we share a love of music with our siblings.”

“It sounds like it,” Gloin replied, overhearing the conversation.  “We have our own songs for Mahal as well as music for most events in life.  Most of the races may not think so, but we do enjoy music of all kinds for the most part.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” the Tèarmunn grinned.  “It’s good to know our races have some things in common besides that fact that our parents are wed to each other.”

“Do you mind teaching it,” Bofur asked with a hopeful note in his voice. 

“I’d be happy to,” Bilbo told him, smile bright as he did so.  “Fortunately, the words are in Westron so you won’t have to learn to pronounce everything in old Hobbitish.”

“Consider that a good thing, Master Bofur,” Gandalf told the dwarf.  “Old Hobbitish can be a confoundedly complicated language to learn.  I’ve been in the Shire quite often over the centuries, and I still get things turned around when attempting to speak it.”

The wizard’s comment made Bilbo laugh, making a few others chuckle as well.  Once the mirth had died down, the hobbit began sharing the words to the hymn.

“High is the moon tonight…hiding its guiding light, high.  Heaven and earth do sleep, still in the dark so deep, I will the darkness sweep…I will the moon to flight, I will the heavens bright, I will the earth delight…Open your eyes with me, see paradise with me, awake and arise with me…I am the Dawn, I’m the new day begun; I bring you the morning; I bring you the sun; I hold back the night and I open the skies; I give light to the world; I give sight to your eyes; from the first of all time, until Time is undone, Forever and ever and ever, and I am the Dawn and the Sky and the Sun – I am one with the One…and I am the Dawn.”

It only took Bilbo singing the hymn twice before Bofur, Kili, Fili, and Ori had picked up the lyrics and were singing along with him.  The others were humming to accompany the singers, and the Istar simply relaxed as the song was sung by the Tèarmunn and dwarves with reverence and no little joy as the day was shaping up to be a beautiful one.

The morning passed by quickly, broken by the appearance of heavy storm clouds.  Bilbo looked up at the sky and shook his head, feeling the approaching rain.  From what he could hear from the plants around them, a storm was approaching and could possibly be a lengthy one.

“If you’ve got something to help keep you dry, I’d suggest putting it on now,” the hobbit called out to his companions while drawing the hood of his coat up.

“You think it’ll rain,” Dori asked, looking at the leather hood that cast the smallest male’s face into deep shadow.

“I can feel it in the air; the plants speak of it also,” Bilbo affirmed.  “It won’t be an easy one either.  This area goes through a lot of rain during this time of the year.”

A crack of thunder was the overture the storm needed to break, and all of the dwarves were scrambling to pull hoods up or don their cloaks to help keep themselves dry.  Bilbo just shook his head, smile hidden thanks to the hood he was wearing.

“I guess you hobbits have songs for this too,” Bofur asked, making the hobbit laugh quietly.

“We do,” he answered in a mirth filled voice.  “Though I’ve a feeling the company may not want to hear them right now.”

That comment made quite a few agree with Bilbo, who simply laughed again and settled himself to enjoy the weather for the moment.  He had a feeling the rain might last a while, and there was no reason to allow himself to feel frustrated with it since the storm had its purpose.

The Tèarmunn hummed to himself quietly, knowing the rain would keep the melody from being heard.  The last thing he wanted was to agitate his companions at that moment, but he still wanted to show his gratitude for the storm that was now helping the plant life around them flourish.

The days passed slowly, and Bilbo was proven to be correct in regards to the rain lasting a while.  It had rained day and night for nearly a week, and even the cheerful hobbit had taken to hiding his grumbling about the persistent precipitation that refused to stop.  He was busy glaring at the rain and nearly missed Gandalf’s comment about finding another wizard to stop the storm.

His hooded head perked up when the Istar began talking about the other Istari that walked the land, and the curly haired male grinned when he heard Radagast’s name mentioned.

“That’s one I haven’t seen in a while,” he called out. 

“When was the last time he’s been to the Shire,” the wizard asked, turning to look at the hobbit.

“Nearly two years,” Bilbo answered.  “We’ve been worrying about him because he always comes for certain mushrooms and several barrels of Old Toby once a year, and he always brings seeds and saplings of new crops to try.”

“He keeps watch over certain areas as Yavanna asked him to,” Gandalf said with a frown.  “I have heard that the Greenwood is having problems, and that might be what is keeping him from his usual visits to the Shire.  If he has yet to stop this year, I will go look for him once this quest is done and see if he’s all right.”

“Please do, he still owes me a rematch,” the Tèarmunn said with a grin.

“What did he lose this time,” the Gray Pilgrim asked his friend.

“One of his favorite books,” Bilbo laughed.  “He was very upset about it and promised me a rematch the next time he visited the Shire.”

“He should know better than to challenge you at conkers, my dear boy.  You are very much like your mother in that respect; she had an amazing ability to hit her target nearly every time.  Have you broken her record yet?”

“Three years ago,” the hobbit answered.  “I didn’t miss the smallest target during Grandfather’s Midsummer’s celebration.”

“A shame I wasn’t there to see that,” Gandalf said, chuckling.  “Though one might say allowing a Tèarmunn to compete is a bit of a foolish thing to do.  They have a distinct advantage over everyone else.”

“I had two Brandybucks and a Took saying they could beat me,” Bilbo told him with a wry shrug.  “What was I supposed to do?  Grandfather was goading them on so I had to accept the challenge.”

“That sounds like something Gerontius would do,” the Istar commented, then smiled as the rain began to let up.

Bilbo pushed his hood back, shaking his head so his hair could settle itself outside of the leather jacket and hood. 

“Think it’ll rain again, Bilbo,” Fili asked, twisting in his saddle to see the hobbit’s face.

“Doesn’t feel like it,” he replied.  “The plants are quiet regarding anymore storms so I think we’re going to have sunny weather for a while.  I will let you know if that changes.”

“Which we need,” Thorin grumbled.  “Let’s find a place to camp so we can dry out our gear. Fili, Nori, scout ahead and see what you can find.”

The hobbit tilted his head up to the sun, closing his eyes for a moment as he let the warm rays soak into his skin.  Being dry and warm sounded like a good thing, and he hoped that the two would find a good campsite soon.

Lover of nature or not, a week’s worth of rain was more than enough for anyone and this hobbit was certainly ready to enjoy the sunshine!

Author’s End Note – I hope you enjoyed the updates.  Please let me know what you thought of the chapters, and thank you very much for reading.  See you next time.  ~ Laran

 



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