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 – Yes, your eyes are not deceiving you; I am actually posting a new chapter for this. I’ve had a lot to deal with, disability hearing included, and I haven’t had time or felt well enough to really focus on things as I should. I got hit with inspiration the other day, and a new chapter was born. I hope you enjoy it.


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


Chapter Twelve – The Trouble With Trolls


The area the two scouts had found was definitely a drier location, but it troubled both Gandalf and the Tèarmunn because of the burned out embers of the house. The wizard was concerned about what had happened to the farmer and his family, and the hobbit was trying to listen to the plant life to see if he could determine what had occurred here.


Despite his link with nature, everything was stubbornly silent on what had happened and he frowned, not liking that silence at all. He shook his head at Gandalf, informing him wordlessly that he had no idea what could have caused the devastation here.


The Istar attempted to convince Thorin to push on for a while longer, but the dwarf lord had no wish to do just that. He believed the campsite to be a good one, and he had no desire to push his tired company any further for the night. The argument was quite fierce before the Istar stormed off to try to calm his temper.


Shaking his head at Gandalf’s antics, Bilbo set himself to helping set up camp before changing into dry clothing. He hung his clothes and coat to dry before working with Kili and Ori with their lessons. The pair went through their stretches, pushing themselves hard before the Tèarmunn began the exercises designed to increase speed and endurance.


One of the first ones he tried was fairly simple, running laps around the campsite and forcing them to run faster at certain intervals. Tèarmunn were given this exercise right at the start of their training days to help build endurance and to teach their bodies to push themselves when needed. The sprinting helped build up the ability to go quickly for long periods of time without becoming winded.


What impressed the elder dwarves was that Bilbo ran with them, not asking anything of them that he was unwilling to do himself, and they could see that the hobbit had built up quite a bit of endurance over the years.


Once the laps were done, the Tèarmunn built a pile of pine cones and had the two dodge as he threw the items at them. Whenever he spotted a chance for improvement, Bilbo taught them a better way to stand or shift so they could maneuver out of the way quicker.


“I know you’re wearing horrid boots, but pick up your feet,” the smaller male ordered, realizing Kili was sliding across the grass at times. “You waste energy dragging them, and it slows you down.”


“I remember a similar exercise when I was younger,” the archer panted. “This feels harder though.”


“Your body was trained to move in the way of heavier dwarves, that’s why,” Bilbo replied. “We have to retrain it to move lighter; it’s not impossible. By the time you’ve mastered this, you will be able to dodge pine cones from multiple people.”


“You must be joking,” Ori stated, leaning over to catch his breath.


“No, I’m not. When I trained with my fellow Tèarmunn, we would have some of the family members who were watching us throw pine cones at us. Each time one hit us, we had to run laps before trying again. My cousin, Donnabella, had a run of bad luck one day. I think we were running laps for hours until she finally got it right,” he shared.


After a few more exercises, Bilbo had them walk to cool down before offering to spar with Fili, who agreed to do just that. The pair sparred for nearly three quarters of an hour before darkness began to fall, and Thorin sent his nephews to keep an eye on the ponies.


The hobbit helped Bombur with the food, eating his own meal before frowning when he caught a whisper of something being wrong. He swallowed the last bite before rising to his feet and heading towards Thorin, who looked up at him with a questioning expression.


“Is something wrong, Master Baggins?”


“I finally heard something from the trees,” he answered. “I’d like to see if I can’t find more answers; there’s something near here that has everything hushed to the point where they won’t respond to me. That’s incredibly unusual.”


The dwarf lord knew something had been bothering the Tèarmunn and since he was being respectful about this, he was willing to let the hobbit do what scouting needed to be done so he could get the answers he was searching for. While Thorin didn’t understand the connection Bilbo had to the plant life around them, he respected it enough to know that the hobbit warrior would not mislead the company.


“Take your weapons with you,” he told him. “One of the company should accompany you as well.”


“No offense but you all walk too heavy and will pull my attention away from what I need to focus on,” Bilbo answered. “I promise to check in every so often so you know I’m all right.”


He didn’t like it but would accept the compromise. He nodded, and Bilbo checked to see his weapons were with him before slipping into the darkness.


The Tèarmunn meandered through the woods, listening to the trees and other plants in hopes of discovering the source of disquiet running through the area. His eyes grew wide when the cause finally came out along with another warning; his company was in danger!


Bilbo ran through the underbrush, bare feet making no noise, and he slipped between several trees to spot the clearing. His blue eyes widened when he spotted his company, and fury filled his veins. Several dwarrow were tied to a spit, being roasted, and the rest had been stuffed into bags to be cooked later.


A soft prayer to Yavanna for guidance and protection slipped past his lips in the ancient language of his people before he reached out for the plants laying trampled at the feet of the trolls. The warrior of Yavanna fed his power into the vegetation, healing the damage before pushing them to grow at an incredibly advanced rate.


The vines grew, capturing the trio and ensuring they couldn’t pull away, and Bilbo slipped out of the darkness. He heard a shout from some of the company members, but his eyes stayed focused on the targets as the plants wound their way tighter around the massive bodies. Tendrils reached around their heads, pulling them back to expose their throats.


Bilbo pulled out the cearcall, letting it fly three times to bite into each troll’s throat. The circular weapon cut into the tough hide with precision, slicing through arteries, windpipes, and muscles with ease. He snagged the weapon for the last time, shaking the blood off as the bodies crashed to the ground with an earth shaking crash.


He drew his corran after placing the cearcall back onto his belt and kicked dirt over the fire before cutting the dwarrow on the spit loose.


“Everyone all right?”


“A bit singed and annoyed, otherwise we’re okay,” Bofur told him, heading to the bags to begin freeing everyone.


“The plants, that was you,” Fili asked when Bilbo began cutting the bagged dwarrow free.


“It was,” he replied. “I did say the Green Lady gave Her Tèarmunn gifts, and being able to manipulate plant life is one of them. I hate having to use them like that, but She gave the ability for us to do such a thing for a reason.”


“I sincerely doubt She would be displeased with you doing so to protect your companions,” Thorin assured him when the sharp blade of the corran sliced through the rope and burlap to free him.


“I agree,” he answered, turning to face the corpses once the dwarrow were free and redressing themselves. “They’re filthy abominations that goes against everything good and balanced in nature.”


“Creatures of Morgoth usually are,” Gandalf stated, coming around a stone to look at the three dead bodies. “They must’ve come down from the Ettenmores.”


“Rather far from their normal range, aren’t they,” the monarch asked.


“Indeed, trolls have not been seen this far out since the days when a darker power threatened the balance of Arda,” the wizard replied.


“They could not have traveled in the sunlight, which means a cave is nearby. We’ll search for it after we’ve rested; chances are good we might find something useful,” Thorin stated, watching as his sister-sons retrieved the missing ponies.


“Back to camp,” the dwarf lord instructed. “The night is waning fast, and we need to rest. Since we are up so late, we’ll have a later start in the morning to allow everyone a chance to sleep.”


That met with cheers from the company, and he turned his gaze to where his eldest nephew was standing beside the Tearmunn after handing the ponies over to Bofur. It was obvious he was trying to appease Master Baggins somehow because the hobbit looked rather unhappy.


“Will he be all right,” Thorin asked.


“Bilbo? I imagine he will; it’s not his first fight or kill, but it’s never easy for a Tèarmunn to take a life, abominations or not. It’s part of the design that Yavanna put into Her hobbits and although Mahal ensured the Tèarmunn had the mental and physical strength to take lives to defend their charges, it still makes it difficult after the act is done. Give him time, and he’ll be back to his normal self.”


Thorin nodded, somewhat understanding what Bilbo was going through. Abomination or not, it was never easy to adjust to the fact that there was blood on your hands. The dwarf sent a silent prayer to Mahal, asking that Fili would be granted the wisdom needed to aid the hobbit.


Author’s End Note – It’s short, but I think it flows well. I hope you all enjoyed it. Thank you so much for reading, and please let me know what you thought of the chapter. See you next time, Laran.

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