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 - All of you have been so kind! Thank you for your amazing reviews and being so patient with me. Here’s the next chapter; I hope you enjoy it.


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


Chapter Thirteen – Continuing On


Bilbo leaned against a tree, taking first watch as the company settled down to rest after the excitement from the trolls. His mind was too chaotic to try to rest so he’d volunteered for the watch in hopes he would be able to calm his thoughts down before it was time to trade shifts. Fili’s words rang in his ears, and he sighed as he contemplated what the dwarf had told him.


There was no shame in taking a life to defend others, the fair haired swordsman had said. The lives taken tonight would prevent more innocents from being killed like the farmer and his wife had been. His actions had been the right thing, the prince had insisted.


Fili’s words had helped, but Bilbo’s actions against the trolls still went against the hobbit nature Yavanna had instilled in the basic instincts of Her hobbits. This was something he’d gone through over the years whenever he’d had to take a life to protect someone he was in charge of. The Stone Father had given a stronger protective instinct in the warriors that emerged in the ranks of His younger children, but it caused a conflict for every Tèarmunn who faced this particular problem.


His grandmother had often said it was a bit of a design flaw, but Bilbo had considered it to be a way to keep the Tèarmunn balanced so they remembered their true purpose and didn’t allow their power to go to their heads.


“Are you all right?”


Bilbo turned his head, spotting Fili reclining on an elbow with a look of concern on his face.


“I will be,” he murmured. “It’s just one of those things I have to work through. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”


“Came too close to losing members of the company today,” the fair haired male replied softly, not wanting to wake Kili who was sleeping next to him. “Up until tonight, I knew what we’re doing is dangerous but it really didn’t sink in until now.”


“Keep the memory of what you’re feeling close, Fili, but don’t let it overwhelm you. Use it to keep you sharp and ready for what’s coming because there will be more perilous situations we’ll be facing as we continue with this journey. We were fortunate no one was hurt tonight, but that might not always be the case,” he said gently.


“Almost everyone in the company is family to me,” Fili told him. “I’ve seen them come and go from the settlement to raise money to help with repairs or buying food for the winter season, but it never occurred to me that I could lose them.”


“It’s not an easy thought,” Bilbo replied. “I’ve spent my entire life training as one of Yavanna’s Tèarmunn, and the younger generation were nowhere near ready when the Fell Winter came. It was an eye opener for us because we’d never thought that we’d actually put our training to use considering how peaceful the Shire is most of the time. All of us had our first kills then, and most of us were injured at one point or another during that horrible winter.


“Even that brush with death didn’t help me understand until my parents decided to take a trip to Bree and thought that a Tèarmunn wouldn’t be necessary since the roads are usually peaceful. It’s been years since then, and I can’t stop thinking about how differently my life would be if I had been more forceful in changing their minds regarding an escort. The idea of losing those you love because of inaction is a life changing thing,” he said softly. “It’s been almost fifteen years, and I can’t stop thinking of it. I use that life lesson to remind me to do all I can so others will never have to wait at home for someone who will never return.”


“I’ll try to remember that; thank you, Bilbo,” Fili said, looking thoughtful.


“You’re welcome, Fili. Get some rest; I have no doubt we’ll be dragged out of bed too early to look for the troll hoard and considering how badly the trolls smelled, I think we’ll need the rest to make sure we don’t disgrace ourselves by vomiting all over the place when we find the malodorous place they slept in.”


He chuckled in response to the playful words, laying back down and falling asleep not long after.


Bilbo smiled to himself, looking up at the stars while keeping his senses alert. He felt better now that he’d shared with the prince and was glad that Fili had been concerned and spoken to him about the thoughts that had been weighing heavily on his mind. The hobbit had a feeling he was making a good friend there and hoped that he was right.


Once he had finished with his watch, Bilbo woke Dori for the next watch and went to his bedroll to try to sleep. The sound of the wind rustling through the leaves of the tree was the lullaby that eased him into a restful state, and he didn’t wake until the last person on watch called for the company to rise.


After breakfast had been eaten and everything packed up, they led their ponies back to the clearing to see about finding the cave where the trolls had been living. Bilbo’s nose wrinkled when he caught a whiff of the stench and shook his head, deciding to stay away from it.


“I’ll wait with the ponies,” he told Thorin and Dwalin, looking a little green. “The smell is too much for me, and the ponies will need someone with them since the stench will unsettle them.”


“That’s a good idea,” the dwarf lord commented, looking back at the company. “Ori, Dori, stay with Bilbo and help him keep the ponies calm.”


The two dwarrow joined the Tèarmunn where the ponies were tethered, and they heard him humming a hymn while petting and soothing the animals. They pet the ponies, listening to him as he hummed while they waited for the company to emerge from the troll hoard.


The group eventually emerged, and Gandalf came up to the hobbit to hand him an item.


“I know you are well equipped, Bilbo, but I have a feeling this might be useful in the future.”


Bilbo took the sheathed blade, pulling it from its protective covering to examine the weapon. In the hands of big folk, it would be a beautiful dagger but for him, it was the right length for a sword. Gandalf was right, it would make for a fallback weapon if he couldn’t retrieve the cearcall or corran during a fight.


“Thank you, Gandalf,” he told the wizard with a smile, fastening it onto his belt behind one of the corran. “Hopefully, it won’t be needed but...”


His voice trailed off as the plant life began screaming warnings at him. He called out to the company, drawing his weapons as he did so.


“Attackers are on the way,” he shouted as a sled pulled by rabbits emerged.


“Attackers,” Dwalin asked, making as if to put his axes away because he didn’t the see the odd looking wizard as a threat to the group.


“Behind the wizard,” the Tèarmunn answered, focused on the warnings he was hearing. “There are wargs and more; we should move before they catch up to us.”


“Agreed,” Gandalf answered, sending Radagast to meet them in Rivendell so they could speak of whatever it was that had drawn the brown wizard from the territory he protected so carefully.


The company moved swiftly, mounting their ponies and following the gray wizard as he led them towards a place of safety. Moments after they left the clearing, the howling of the wargs could be heard and Thorin’s eyes narrowed.


“Ride hard and follow Gandalf,” he ordered, spurring his pony to pick up the pace.


The group rode hard and fast, trying to keep well ahead of the orc pack following them. Bilbo turned his head, spotting one getting way too close to Balin, and he drew the cearcall. He angled himself and took swift aim, letting the hoop of metal fly. It sang as it cut through the air, close to the adviser’s head, and sliced through the neck of the orc. The warg kept running with a headless body, the head of its rider bouncing twice before stopping.


The hobbit focused, hand extended as his mount kept running to stay even with the company, and he snagged the weapon with ease. He kept it off of his belt, keeping an eye out in case of any further danger to the company.


He could hear the earth shouting for them to keep going, telling him that safety lay ahead as the elves were on the move. Bilbo called out encouragement to their leader, knowing this would help keep them safe.


“Thorin, keep going ahead,” he shouted, seeing the king-in-exile raise a hand in acknowledgment.


Bilbo kept an eye on the group following them, cearcall flying as some got too close to the dwarrow near the rear of the group. It wasn’t easy trying to ride and defend, but he knew he had to keep everyone safe. There was no way Kili could fire any of his arrows since he needed two hands to do so, and the pony needed guidance during their mad flight.


The sound of the horn being blown echoed across the land, sending relief down the hobbit’s spine when the sight of the elvish hunting party was seen. He heard the arrows moving through the air to cut down the wargs and orcs, and he guided his pony past the group and slowed to allow the poor animal a chance to rest and catch her breath.


“How did you know,” Bofur asked, voice audible over the harsh breathing of the ponies.


“The earth told me help was on the way and to continue in the direction we were going,” he answered, letting poor Myrtle walk to cool down.


“I’m glad you heard it,” Dwalin replied. “Thank you for keeping my brother safe.”


“We’re a company, and I will protect everyone to the best of my ability,” Bilbo told him, straightening when the elves caught up with them.


“Mithrandir informed us of your arrival,” Elrond stated. “You are welcome to take sanctuary in Imladris, Thorin Oakenshield.”


“You have my thanks,” he answered, voice cool but polite. “The chance for respite is a welcome one, and one of our own is in need of your aid.”


“I will help where I can,” the elf lord replied, keeping pace with the ponies as the rest of the group surrounded the company to provide more protection. “You must have one of Yavanna’s Tèarmunn with you. It has been a while since I have seen decapitations that smooth.”


“That would be me,” the hobbit spoke up from his position between Kili and Fili. “Bilbo Baggins-Took, Tèarmunn of Yavanna, at your service, my lord Elrond.”


“Baggins-Took? Are you any relation to Belladonna Took, who married Bungo Baggins?”


“She was my mother,” he replied. “It is good to finally meet you after hearing stories of you, your family, and your home.”


“As it is to meet you, Master Baggins. My children and a few others will be very pleased to meet you; we have long hoped you might seek us out after her passing,” the elvish lord informed him.


“As Tèarmunn, I was unable to do so but I have permission to be with Master Oakenshield’s company, so I hope to hear more tales of my mother if we have time to do so,” he said to him.


“I believe there are quite a few of us who have stories of the infamous Belladonna Took,” Elrond chuckled.


Bilbo smiled at that comment and hoped he would have time to hear the stories; he had a feeling his mother might have kept a few of her misadventures quiet, and it would be wonderful to celebrate her life through stories with people who cared about her.


Fili leaned in, murmuring softly.


“I had no idea your mum was so well traveled,” he said. “I’d always heard that hobbits tend to go no further than Bree if they must leave the Shire.”


“She was very curious about the world beyond the borders of home,” the hobbit said with a soft smile. “As soon as she entered her mid-tweens, my mother was exploring what she could. I know she took several journeys with Gandalf before she married my father.”


“Marriage tamed the urge to travel,” Kili asked.


“Oh Yavanna no, if anything, she was forever dragging my poor father out onto smaller adventures. They went to Bree at least once a year to spend time alone, and my father always seemed happier when they returned. I think the small adventures she organized helped him get away from what was expected of him as a Baggins.”


“I think we’d have liked your mum,” Fili stated, smiling when the hobbit laughed.


“Oh she’d have liked all of you too,” he replied. “No doubt she’d have found a way to come along since she’d never gone further than Rivendell and was forever talking about wanting to see what lay beyond the Misty Mountains. In a way, I’m glad Yavanna and Mahal allowed me to go so I can make the journey in honor of her memory.”


The dwarrow didn’t have much to say to that, and the group soon went through a pass that led into a beautiful valley.


“Welcome to Imladris,” Elrond said to the company. “Baths will be drawn and a feast prepared to welcome you to my home.”


“Once again, you have my thanks,” Thorin answered, eying his company for a moment. “We are grateful for the hospitality.”


The elf smiled and nodded, leading the group down the paths to where the horses would be taken so they could be fed and cleaned.


Bilbo took in as much as he he could, unsure as to how long they would be here and hoping Elrond would be able to help him in regards to his dream. He didn’t like not having answers and having instruction in case of future dreams would be useful. Also, he looked forward to hearing stories about his mother and hoped there would be time to hear a few before they had to continue on their way to Erebor.


Author’s End Note - I hope you enjoyed the chapter; thank you so much for reading. Please let me know what you thought of it. See you next chapter! ~ Laran



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