Yavanna's Warriors

BY : LadyLaran
Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The
Dragon prints: 8676
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Hobbit" nor do I make money from this story.

Author’s Note – I was very happy to read your thoughts on the last chapter. I hope this new one is received just as well!


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


Chapter Fifteen - Examining the Dream


Once in Elrond’s study, the elf lord examined the map that Thorin handed him and tilted his head slightly.


“You were right, Thorin,” he said to the dwarf. “There is information that has been hidden through the use of moon runes.”


“Can you read them,” the dwarf asked, looking hopeful.


“I should be able to when the moon is in the right phase,” Elrond informed him. “The runes are of the kind that must be read in the phase and season that they were written in. The moon phase we need will occur in three weeks.”


Thorin’s face grew grim, not pleased at the length of time needed for the runes to be read. However, there was nothing he could do but wait.


“You and your company are welcome to remain here while you wait,” the elf said. “This will give you time to rest, make what repairs you need, and I will use the time to ensure you have everything you require when you are ready to depart.”


“Thank you for your assistance and hospitality, Lord Elrond,” Thorin replied, giving a small bow. “Would it be possible to make use of your training fields? We are not a people who take idleness easily, and my sister-sons will need to be kept busy or I fear for the mayhem they could cause.”


A look of dread mixed with weariness crossed their host’s face.


“You have a pair of those too?”


The question caught the king-in-exile off guard, and he looked curiously at the other.


“What do you mean?”


“My sons are the same; if they are not kept busy, they turn to pranks and all sorts of mischief in order to entertain themselves,” the elf lord told him with a note of dread in his voice.


“I usually keep them under control, but their mother has a better time of it.”


“Their mother did too before she left us to heal,” Elrond said, a note of loss in his voice. “I do my best to keep them from becoming too mischievous, but there are times I know they use the pranks as a means of trying not to think of their loss.”


“My condolences,” Thorin said, realizing that his host and his family were trying to cope with the loss of the Lady of Imladris.


“Thank you,” he said. “I will do my best to keep Elladan and Elrohir from crossing paths with your company.”


“I will do the same with my sister-sons,” the dwarf agreed.


“I will have someone show you where the training fields and smithy are so that you and your company can make use of them,” Elrond said. “My library is also open to your company should anyone be interested in reading. I know Bilbo will be there if he is anything like his parents.”


Bilbo grinned widely; he had inherited his love of reading from both of his parents, and he was looking forward to exploring the library. His mother had spoken of it with awe, and he had hoped that things would work out so that he would get a chance to see it for himself.


Thorin spotted the expression on the hobbit’s face and chuckled, knowing that at least two members of the company would be living in that particular room.


“Just make sure you and Ori surface for meals and training,” he told the younger male, knowing that Ori would probably try to move into the library and having a feeling that Bilbo might be the same.


“We will,” Bilbo promised, making both of the lords chuckle.


“His mother was the same way,” Elrond said with a smile. “I can’t tell you how many times I had to send someone to find her, and it wasn’t easy since she found places to read that we didn’t know existed.”


“Advantage of being small,” the Tèarmunn answered. “We find nice cozy places that fit us just fine.”


“Very true,” Thorin said. “I did the same in Erebor’s library when I had a moment to myself to indulge in reading for pleasure. I’d find a nice quiet place to curl up in that was out of the way.”


“I used to sprawl across one of the shelves in a spare pantry in Bag End,” the hobbit admitted, blushing. “It irritated my father because he’d have to go checking the pantries to find me when I was late for lessons or meals. It was the perfect place to read during bad weather.”


His companions chuckled before Elrond sobered, changing the subject.


“Now, about this dream,” he said. “What I’d like to do is relax you enough so your mind will not try to withdraw from it and have you speak of what you see.”


“You can do that,” Bilbo asked.


“I can,” the elf answered. “Once that is done, I will use the time you are here to teach you how to handle dreams like this so you can remember and share what you saw.”


“Thank you,” the smallest male said softly. “If Irmo and the Valar are using dreams to give warnings, then I need to know how to do this so important messages won’t be missed. I’ve a feeling they may try it again.”


“You will be prepared,” Elrond promised. “Do you want Thorin to remain?”


“Yes please,” Bilbo replied. “Someone from the company needs to be here to observe this so we can discuss what needs to be done afterward.”


Thorin nodded, taking a seat not too far from Bilbo’s location. He watched as Elrond moved a chair close to where the hobbit was sitting, and he noticed the gleam coming from a ring the elf wore. The king-in-exile had a feeling he knew what it was but said nothing as he observed what was going on.


Elrond murmured softly in Quenya, using his gifts to lull the hobbit into a deep state of relaxation, and then he guided Bilbo back to the dream he’d had. He asked several questions and soon, Bilbo was describing his dream in detail.


Each description sent chills down Thorin’s spine, but his heart nearly stopped when he heard the hobbit describe the deaths of his sister-sons. This could not be allowed to happen; his boys were the source of his joy, and he would not allow this to come to pass!


The chills turned into absolute dread when the conversation between Bilbo and Erebor was shared; the hobbit’s side of the conversation was spoken in Westron while Erebor’s was spoken in perfect Khuzdul. The language of the dwarrow was one the king-in-exile knew the hobbit didn’t speak so he could only assume that the dream had allowed him to understand Erebor.


The two lords shared a look of concern once the recitation of the dream finished; this was not a good situation, and Thorin knew he would have to try to figure out what Erebor’s true heart was in order to aid her in her healing. In the back of his mind, he knew the Arkenstone had been wrong but hadn’t been able to say anything about it.


Thror had been obsessed with the stone, foolishly having their allies swear allegiance on the stone instead of on the blood that flowed through the veins of their family. That action is what had their people in such a dire situation because Thorin could not gain the aid he needed to recover the home that would enable the dwarrow of Durin’s Folk to thrive.


Once Bilbo came out of the trance, he looked over at the leader of the company and questioned him softly.


“I don’t understand what she means by the poison,” he said. “What is she talking about?”


“A few years after my grandmother went to Mahal’s Halls, a stone was found by a miner,” Thorin began. “It shone with an inner light that drew attention to its beauty. My grandfather took it as a sign that he was meant to rule, deemed it the heart of the mountain, and named it the Arkenstone. He had out allies swear allegiance on the stone, which means that if our family tries to call for aid, we must produce the stone. The idea of our allies needing the stone to be loyal to us has never sat well with me, but I was not of age back then and could not say anything.


“Shortly after the stone was found, the gold sickness overcame my grandfather and he became more focused on the gold and treasure than he was the needs of his people. My father and I took on what we could, but more and more of the craft of our people were stored in his treasury instead of being sold or traded for items we could not produce. Had this continued and Smaug not come, I would have had to challenge my grandfather for the throne as soon as I came of age in order to keep our people fed.”


“Why didn’t your father do it,” Bilbo asked.


“My father was an intelligent and compassionate dwarf,” Thorin said, looking sad as his hand rested where the key lay over his heart. “However, for all of his intelligence, he did not see the Arkenstone as the root of our problem. With Mother’s health so poor, he would have succumbed to the lure of the gold as my grandfather did. I could not take that risk with so much at stake.”


“I had suspected the madness to run within the blood or was due to the ring Thror wore,” Elrond said, watching as the dwarf shook his head.


“The ring Celebrimbor gifted to Durin did not influence those who wore it,” he told the lord of Imladris. “When my ancestor realized that our dear friend had been deceived and was murdered, he went to Galadriel and she, along with other elves of power, were able to minimize Sauron’s influence on the ring through the One Ring. They couldn’t cut it off completely but their work, combined with the stubbornness of dwarrow, enabled the one who wore Durin’s ring to wear it without any ill effects. I believe the other six were brought before them as well before they were lost.”


“She never mentioned it,” the elf mused. “All this time, most of us had the wrong impression regarding the illness your grandfather suffered.”


“She did it to keep us safe,” the dwarf said softly. “Sauron was looking for them, and she wanted to try to keep the dwarf lords from falling to him as the nine kings of men had.”


“So how do we destroy this stone,” Bilbo asked. “I imagine shattering it with a hammer isn’t going to work.”


“No,” the king-in-exile replied. “We heat the main forge until it reaches the right point and melt it down. What’s left will be put into a metal lockbox and then sent to be cast into the sea.”


“I didn’t know you could melt stone,” he said, blushing slightly. “And finding Erebor’s heart?”


“I’ll have to speak with the others on this,” Thorin stated. “I am unsure what she meant by that, and it will take research to see if we can discover what it is. Perhaps this is one of the reasons our Makers wanted you with us?”


“It’s possible,” the Tèarmunn answered, chewing on his lower lip as he thought about it. “I had thought it was because of the ground Smaug burned, but it’s possible they had other tasks in mind for me as well as helping with the damaged lands. I’ll have to meditate on it and ask for guidance; hopefully, I’ll get an answer.”


“We should tell the company about the dream,” he told Bilbo, rising to his feet. “You have my thanks, Lord Elrond.”


“You are most welcome, Thorin,” Elrond answered. “I shall do some research myself and see what can be done to help you.”


Once they were gone, before going to speak to the two Istari waiting for him, the elf lord summoned one of his most trusted friends. When the blond arrived, Elrond looked into the vibrant blue eyes of the ancient elf.


“I have a task that will require your expertise, my friend,” he began. “How do you feel about going on a hunt?”


“What’s the target,” the new arrival asked.


“There are two orcs, larger than most and pale, who seek to destroy the line of Durin,” Elrond answered. “Glorfindel, they need to die and as soon as possible because a great deal hinges on the survival of Thorin Oakenshield and his line.”


The Balrog Slayer smirked at his friend, anticipating the hunt.


“I will see to it they are destroyed,” he told Elrond. “I will need warriors with me in case the two are not together.”


“Take what you need,” the dark haired male said. “Be safe but do this as quickly as you can.”


“It will be done,” Glorfindel promised, exiting the room to gather his gear and form up the two parties who would go hunting with him.


Elrond rubbed his temples for a moment, knowing his actions would hopefully make things easier for the company. This was all he could do for now so he rose and went to speak to the two Istari who were in his halls. Hopefully, their news would not be as stressful as what he had just finished.


Author’s End Note - I hope everyone enjoyed this update! I set a major change in play, and we’ll have to see if he finds his targets. Please let me know what you thought of the chapter, and thank you for reading. See everyone next time! ~ Laran

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