|By : LadyLaran|
Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The
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Author’s Note – I’m pleased so far by the response for the first chapter. I wasn’t sure it’d be taken so well, but it seems it has. Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed it. Here goes the next chapter!
Disclaimer – I do not own “The Hobbit” nor do I earn money from it. I just love tormenting the characters!
Chapter Two – Sharing A Meal
The journey to Bag End was a pleasant one for the most part. Bilbo showed them where the forge was as they passed by it, commenting that it had been closed down for a while, and pointed out the market before mentioning some of the items that were commonly offered there. He could hear the dwarves murmuring, making plans for the duration of the down time to ensure they had everything they needed for the journey.
The hobbit sighed, murmuring just loudly enough for his companions to hear.
“Merciful Yavanna, not Lobelia. I can’t handle her today,” he commented, turning slightly to see the female heading towards him. At the speed she was moving, there was no way to avoid her. “Good day, Lobelia.”
“What are you doing with these…people,” she questioned, ignoring the bristling coming from his companions.
“They are my guests, and I am escorting them from my grandfather’s home. They will be staying with me until they are ready to continue on their journey.”
Lobelia Sackville-Baggins gave him a sharp look when she heard his answer, questioning him quickly on it since she wasn’t certain that he wouldn’t mislead her.
“Old Took knows they are in the Shire?”
“Yes, Lobelia, he does. He welcome our siblings to our home himself,” he warned softly, not liking her tone. “Now, if you will excuse us, there is much to be done in order to ensure my guests are comfortable. Have a good day, cousin.”
Bilbo moved forward, going swiftly so that his cousin could not try to speak with him anymore. He shuddered once they were out of range, and Balin spoke up.
“Are you all right, laddie?”
“I am now, thank you for asking,” the hobbit answered, managing to keep his voice calm. “She is a very annoying individual to talk to on her good days, and it’s difficult to avoid her when she’s determined to have a word with you. I apologize for my cousin’s poor attitude.”
“No harm done,” Balin answered gently. “Not everyone is as accepting as you and your grandfather are. We’re used to it.”
“You shouldn’t have to be,” Bilbo answered, unlatching the gate for his yard and moving towards his large green door. “Everyone has a right to be treated equally, and it shames me to see one of my own family members acting so atrociously.”
Their host turned in front of his door, smiling warmly at the company.
“I only ask that you remember to remove your shoes and place them by the door please whenever you come inside the smial. Everything has been set up and prepared for your arrival. Welcome to Bag End,” Bilbo commented, opening the door to allow the wizard and dwarves entry into his home.
Thorin gave him a regal nod, stepping in front of the group.
“Thank you for your hospitality, Master Baggins.”
The group entered, taking their boots off and setting them neatly against the wall. They hung their cloaks up and began exploring the smial that belonged to their newest member of the company.
“This place is amazing,” Kili commented. “I never expected homes built like this to be so nice.”
Bilbo laughed, shaking his head as he wiped his feet on the mat and headed towards his kitchen so he could finish cooking the meal he’d started earlier that day.
“Those who aren’t familiar with hobbits assume we live in dirty holes, not comfortable smials like this one. The Baggins family home is somewhat bigger than my home,” he answered. “My father built Bag End for my mother, and they lived very happily here.”
“I can see why,” Bombur said quietly as he followed his host into the kitchen. “Is there anything I can do to help you, Master Baggins? I’m the cook for the company.”
“I’d be delighted, Master Bombur,” Bilbo answered. “As long as you are not too tired from your journey here to the Shire from your home.”
“Oh no, I’m not,” he exclaimed. “So what can I do?”
He set Bombur a task and began working himself, the two having a grand time discussing recipes and various ingredients they enjoyed using. It was nice getting to know the heavy-set dwarf, and it made the hobbit relax when he realized he’d have at least one friend by the time the journey began.
“Excuse me,” a shy voice broke into the conversation. Bilbo looked up, spotting what had to be the youngest dwarf of the group.
“Can I help you, Master Ori?”
“The snacks are done,” he answered, blushing a bit from behind the plates and platters he carried. “What shall I do with them?”
“In the sink please, Master Ori. I’ll have dinner on the table soon,” Bilbo told him. “Thank you for clearing the table for me.”
“You’re welcome, Master Baggins,” the scribe answered, setting the stack of plates and platters into the sink. He was careful, making sure that nothing cracked or chipped before he ran water over them to make it easier to clean them later.
“Thank you again, Master Ori,” the hobbit said with a smile. He chuckled when the young dwarf left the kitchen, looking to Bombur. “He seems to be a shy one.”
“He is,” Bombur answered, chuckling as he stirred the soups. “Clever lad and brilliant scribe but extremely shy. His brothers are protective of him, and they should be. Younglings are special to us.”
“They are considered precious to everyone here in the Shire as well,” Bilbo replied, wiping his hands. “Now, I think it’s done. Let’s get this out onto the table, shall we?”
The two of them worked together, setting the food out before taking their own seats. Bilbo could see the looks of amazement on all of the dwarves’ faces as they realized just how much their host had done for them.
“I hope you enjoy it,” the hobbit said quietly and after his words were spoken, the silence broke as platters were passed around so everyone could serve themselves.
Bilbo ate silently, listening to the happy voices of his guests as they enjoyed the food. It was nice having so many within the smial; he’d been lonely since his parents had passed. Every once in a while, he’d have some family members stopping by for tea or lunch, but Bag End had not hosted a party like this since his parents’ deaths.
“Are you well, Master Baggins?”
Blue eyes looked up to see the speaker and smiled, nodding as he did so.
“I am, Master Dori. Thank you.”
“You looked to be rather lost in thought there,” the dwarf commented, sipping at his ale.
“In a way, I was,” the hobbit replied. “I’ve not had company like this in quite a while, and I think it’s a wonderful memory to make in the last few days I will spend in my home.”
“It doesn’t seem right that you’ll be leaving your home behind for good just to help us regain ours,” the young dwarf sitting beside Dori interjected.
“Yavanna and Mahal have plans for me that do not include my remaining in the Shire,” Bilbo told him. “From what I understand, I have a part in helping you rebuild your home and find my own home there as well. I trust them and will continue to do so.”
“As you should,” Oin said sagely. “Our Maker has never steered us wrong, though it seems we’ve forgotten a great many things over the years.”
“I wonder how all of this information got lost over the years,” Ori questioned. “From what Master Balin has said, we’ve always been cautious to ensure no part of our history has been lost. Even with losing the library at Erebor, the other dwarf kingdoms should have this written down.”
Thorin nodded, contemplating what the scribe was discussing. He had been wondering the same thing, and he had a feeling part of it was due to his people’s habit of keeping outsiders at bay. Someone might have been closed minded enough to remove any mention of Yavanna and the siblings she had given to his people. Siblings that would have helped them after Erebor had been taken had they known that the hobbits would aid them due to familial love and duty. It burned inside of his heart, knowing this now and wondering who had been the culprit behind creating such ignorance within the dwarf race.
“Regardless, it needs to be remedied. Ori, I would like you to sit down with Master Baggins to get as much information as you can regarding the ties between our people and the hobbits – stories, histories, and the like. This will be the first new book for Erebor’s library, and I will have copies made for every dwarf kingdom still standing.”
Bilbo smiled at the order and Ori’s eager acceptance of it.
“I have books that can be copied for the library as well that can help explain things,” he offered. “This way we can expand everyone’s knowledge. Maybe even do cultural exchange by some dwarfish history being translated to our native language and sent back here to the Shire so the fauntlings can learn about our siblings.”
“Would you be willing to help Ori in this task, Master Baggins?”
“Yes, Master Oakenshield, I would be very willing to do so. I have a fairly strong grasp on languages and can even help translate other languages to Westron for another scribe to translate to your language,” he offered.
“Then we shall ensure this starts once Erebor is reclaimed and the rebuilding has started,” the azure eyed monarch stated. “There will be a great deal of work to be done once the worm has been destroyed.”
The hobbit nodded, hoping he would be able to assist the dwarves with the rebuilding in any way he could. A thought occurred to him, and he turned his gaze back to Thorin.
“Master Oakenshield, the lands around Erebor have lain fallow all this time?”
“They have not been touched since the worm attacked. To be honest, I am uncertain if the land will even be fertile,” Thorin replied. “Smaug laid waste to everything outside of the mountain, and the forests and farms outside of Dale burned. Why do you ask?”
“Fire does not always have to mean that the soil is infertile,” Bilbo said. “Occasionally, there are controlled burns here to help with growth. I may set the problem before one of the best gardeners I know and have him plot out several ideas in regards to farming the lands again. I’ll send word to my grandfather on this and once Erebor is yours again, we can have the supplies ready for cultivating the land.”
“You would do this for us,” Dwalin asked, looking baffled and a tad suspicious.
“Yes, we would,” the younger male replied softly. “Your Maker is our father through our Mother, Master Dwalin, and hobbits are very loyal to their family. We will do all we can to help your people, although aid will be needed in regards to getting the supplies to you.”
“Aye, that we can certainly provide,” the warrior replied, still looking and sounding shocked by the answers they were hearing from their host. “Chances are good there will be a lot of caravans between Erebor and the Blue Mountains once we regain our home. Supplies from the Shire can be picked up on the way back to Erebor.”
“Sounds good,” Bilbo agreed. “I’ll make sure my grandfather knows this. I’ve a lot to put together in the few days before we leave, including plans for the future of our home.”
“In that case,” Thorin said softly. “Why don’t you go ahead and start with that, and we shall see to the clean up? The meeting regarding our plans and the path we’ll take can happen tomorrow or the day before we leave.”
“I don’t wish to leave any mess for my guests,” the hobbit began, not liking the idea of being a poor host. His argument was cut off by Bombur, who shook his head.
“You’re part of our company now, Master Baggins, and we do what we can to help each other. You’ve done a tremendous job with this wonderful feast. It won’t take us long to clean up and put things away while you start preparing for your departure. Since we’re staying here, we’ll want to help with the cooking and whatnot in order to keep our host from working too hard.”
“If you insist on it, then I’ll gladly accept. If you don’t know where something goes, just pop your head into my study and I’ll be happy to show you,” Bilbo said with a soft smile. “In the meantime, I must insist all of you call me Bilbo.”
The smaller male chuckled at the happy calls of acceptance and insistence that he do the same for them, and he smiled as he padded into his study. The hobbit took a seat at his desk, pulling parchment in front of him and, after dipping the quill into his inkwell, he began to write his first letter.The Honorable Gerontius Took,
Thain of the ShireGrandfather,
After receiving the Blessing and hearing that I will not be returning to the Shire once this quest has finished, I have given a great deal of thought as to who should be given ownership of my home. In truth, Grandfather, Bag End was built for my mother due to the conditions of the bridal contract between you, her, and my father. Because of that, I know that ownership of my smial cannot be given to any of my Baggins relatives as this property should revert back to the control of the Head of the Took family.
What I should like to do is sign the deed of Bag End over to you and allow you to choose someone in the Took family who will love and take care of my old home with the care that my parents showed it. I want happiness in these halls, and I know you can determine the best family to take over ownership.
In regards to my belongings, I must also ask if you would be willing to store the items that I wish to keep with me once Erebor is reclaimed. I will have them packed up and ready to take to wherever you deem proper to store them. I do not wish to have my belongings in the way of Bag End’s new family. If not, please let me know so that I can make other accommodations.
During the meal with my guests, I realized that the people of Erebor will be starting from scratch in regards to farms, orchards, and the like. I shall be speaking to Holman Greenhand about this and see what he recommends. If possible, Grandfather, perhaps the Shire can put together seed as well as food stuffs that will last the long journey from our home to Erebor. I have received assurance that the dwarves will ensure the protection during the journey. I know our Parents would approve, and this would certainly aid our siblings as they rebuild their home.
I will also have documents ready for my accounts so that they will flourish under your hand until I can call for the funds to be withdrawn and brought to me, along with my belongings.
Thank you for your assistance, Grandfather, and I shall see you soon with the documents in hand.
I remain, your obedient and loving grandson,
Bilbo Baggins-TookBilbo sighed, blowing a curly bang out of his eyes, before drying the ink and putting the letter into an envelope. He sealed it, using wax and the family seal, and then addressed the envelope and set it aside. Another sheet of parchment was pulled in front of him, and the hobbit began making a list of what needed to be done as well as items he needed to pack for his journey and to be stored away to send to him later. It took a while to finish, and he frowned a bit during his long task.
“So much to do before I leave,” he murmured, leaning back in his seat after he finished his list. He rubbed a hand over his face, then blew out the candle.
Bilbo picked up his letter, dropping it into his pocket, and headed towards the parlor. He picked up his pipe and other smoking implements, then headed outside. The letter was placed into the mail box, and then the hobbit sat down on the bench to relax and mentally unwind.
The flavor of Old Toby coated his tongue when he took a deep inhale of his lit pipe, and the young male felt his body slowly relax with each breath he took.
“Is everything all right, Bilbo?”
“I’ve a lot to do, Gandalf, and though I know it is Mother’s will that I help my guests and then remain, it is heart breaking to know that I will be leaving my home for good.”
The wizard took a seat beside him, lighting his own pipe. He could understand his friend’s thoughts on leaving and also wondered what the Valar had planned for the hobbit.
“It will not be easy, but I do know you will do your best to follow their orders. The will of the Valar is something that can be difficult to understand.”
“Our Parents order something, we obey,” Bilbo said to him, lightly tapping his lower teeth with his pipe. “It won’t be easy, but I will see to it that my siblings have their home. As far as my task after that is done, either She or Father will let me know what they have planned when the time is right. I will obey, but I will also miss my home.”
“You are stronger than I remember, Bilbo Baggins, and it is an honor to be able to travel with you.”
The small hobbit laughed, blowing a smoke ring afterwards.
“You say that now, Gandalf, but the journey has yet to begin. Let’s see what the future brings before you comment on strength and honor. I might just drive everyone insane before we reach Erebor.”
The wizard chuckled, remembering the scrapes the boy had gotten into. Belladonna had laughed, knowing the Took blood was incredibly strong in her son, and she had been proud of that fact. In truth, so had Bungo and Gandalf remembered those tales fondly.
“I can’t wait to find out, my boy.”Author’s End Note – Yes, another chapter out today! I’m doing well, I think. For those who are reading on a site that does not have an alert system, please check my profile for the link to my yahoo group. That way you can find out when certain stories are updated. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it! ~ Laran
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