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 – It’s been a while since posting, and I’m sorry for that. I swear life tends to throw curve balls at me, hindering my ability to write. Sometimes, I want to but the creativity I need just isn’t there. Talk about frustrating!


Ok, so the pairing has been chosen and will be shown here in this chapter. Quite a few people have requested this, and I’m pleased that the muses pushed me towards this. Enjoy everyone!


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


Chapter Twenty-One – Future and Past


Bilbo, Fili, and Kili were chatting together idly when Thorin and Balin had gone to discuss something with Lord Elrond, leaving the three friends to figure out how to pass the time. The archer had been curious about a particular move his brother favored, wondering if the Tèarmunn could counter it or even perform the maneuver with his corran. Once he’d mentioned it, they had dragged him out to the practice area to see if his curiosity could be appeased.


They had been talking and working through the maneuver when Bilbo froze, swaying on the spot as his weapons hit the ground with an incredibly loud noise that startled the brothers. Both Fili and Kili were quick to steady him and were shocked when their eyesight went dark, unexpectedly drawn into the vision Irmo was sending to the Tèarmunn.


The first thing Kili heard before his sight returned was the sound of battle but louder and more intense than anything he had ever experienced before. He blinked as light returned, and his breath caught in his throat when he realized where he was positioned.


Erebor was in front of him, standing as majestic as his family had described, and his heart pounded with instinctual recognition. The mountain was pulling at him, drawing him home, but he was quickly distracted by shouts in voices that sounded familiar. He turned, looking for the source of the disturbance, and was quick to find it.


Warm brown eyes focused on where the cries of anger and grief were coming from; he had to fight his stomach to keep its contents down when the archer spied his own body laying near the broken looking figure of his uncle. What broke his heart was the sight of Bilbo carrying a familiar body from another area of the battlefield.


The hobbit bore his burden with a gait that showed he was also badly injured, and Kili was near tears as he watched this scene play out. His brother was limp in the Tèarmunn’s arms, and he had never seen their friend look so broken or defeated. The strength he was so used to seeing in Bilbo was gone, and he was struck by how haggard and small he looked.


His thoughts were disrupted by a choked sound from beside him, and Kili turned to spy his brother watching their friend. Fili’s blue eyes were locked on Bilbo, not the figure he was carrying, and there was a look on his sibling’s face that he had never seen before. The look of grief and worry was etched onto his features as he watched the hobbit, and it made the younger one realize that his brother had started to have deeper feelings than just friendship for Bilbo.


The vision soon ended, and the dark haired dwarf was lost in thought as Bilbo dropped slowly to his knees. Fili looked at their friend, voice rough as he spoke to the hobbit.


“We won’t let this happen, Bilbo,” he assured the Tèarmunn as he helped him back to his feet. “We have the warning so we know to be careful and do our best to avoid this fate.”


“I know,” the hobbit whispered back in a voice that was nearly too quiet to hear. “I don’t understand why I had to see this again; the only difference was I was in the middle of everything this time. I’m so very confused right now; I thought I had gotten the warning from the first vision so why send another one?”


“We can ask Lord Elrond,” Kili suggested, knowing Bilbo’s question was one they needed an answer to. “He may have an idea why this particular vision was seen after you got the warning from the last one.”


The archer had his own suspicions as to why, and he would try to find a way to speak with the elf lord on his own if he could. If he was right about his brother’s budding feelings for their friend, then maybe Irmo had sent this vision so Kili could help the pair find their way into a relationship that would make them happy for the rest of their lives. It was even possible that the relationship was part of what would prevent the deaths they had seen.


Knowing his brother, keeping silent about his thoughts would be for the best since Fili would be determined to deny it for a while. It was best to let things grow and interfere only when necessary. He would talk to Balin and Thorin about it too in case he needed help dealing with the stubbornness that ran in their line.


The trio were a bit more subdued throughout the rest of the day, going to dinner when word was received that it was nearly time for the evening meal. Kili could see the concern on his uncle’s face when the elder dwarf saw the signs of low spirits, but his attention was quickly drawn to the new guest that had accompanied Lord Elrond into a parlor.


Elrond was quick to introduce Galadriel to the company, starting with Thorin first, and he made his way down the line. As expected, she was gracious and kind, not showing any signs of the prejudice that had colored the relationship between elves and dwarrow. She even greeted Bifur in Khuzdul when she realized that was all the dwarf could speak due to his injury.


Kili drew on his lessons, bowing politely when it was his turn to be introduced to the lady. He knew she was important in elvish society, and he did not want to do anything to shame his family or clan. It was all he could do to hide his nervousness, and he had no idea an elf could be so gracious, kind, or lovely as she gave him a sweet smile.


“It is an honor to meet you, Prince Kili, son of Dis,” she greeted him.


“As it is to make your acquaintance, Lady Galadriel,” he replied courteously. “We are honored you wish to dine with us this evening.”


“It has been much too long since I broke bread with the dwarrow of Durin’s Folk,” she answered with a bright smile. “My cousin was incredibly fond of your kin, and I have not had the honor of spending time with those of your blood since his passing so long ago. It is a mistake I very much wish to remedy.”


It took a moment before Kili remembered who she might be talking about; it was the last elf that had been considered Dwarf-Friend, and his loss was still mourned to this day.


“Do you speak of Celebrimbor, my lady?”


Her smile widened, though it was touched with sadness as she nodded.


“I am gladdened the descendants of Durin remember him,” Galadriel said quietly. “Most of my people do not speak of him, not even my husband, and it has made it difficult over the years. He and I were very close, and I mourned him for a very long time.”


“Every dwarfling is taught of Narvi and Celebrimbor,” the young prince told her, making sure not to give too much away. “Even though Khazad-dûm is out of our reach, the Doors of Durin are an incredible feat that should never be forgotten.”


“Oh it was,” she agreed. “I remember seeing them for the first time, and the sight was so incredibly impressive. My cousin and Narvi had outdone themselves, and I know they often worked together on smaller projects after the doors were crafted. I asked him about that, and he told me that he found Narvi to be peaceful but a challenge to work with. He said that Narvi pushed him to try new things, to find a new alternative to a method he’d used for years, and Celebrimbor was truly happy in his presence.”


“Many of us wonder, even now, what their relationship was,” Balin said, having listened to the conversation. “Narvi never said, but his own death to retrieve Celebrimbor’s body spoke of someone missing their beloved. No one ever knew if they were lovers or not; Narvi never declared himself as craft wed.”


Galadriel was quiet for a moment, recalling the conversations she’d had with her cousin, and she finally shared something that had been confided to her so long ago.


“Celebrimbor wanted very much to court Narvi,” she said to them, knowing they deserved to hear this part of the story of the famous pair. “He wasn’t sure how to approach him since elvish courting is vastly different than dwarven, and he’d been trying to get answers on how to do so. I remember him telling me that Narvi was his Light and since I was the only family member he spoke to and acknowledged, he wanted my approval.”


The group of dwarrow were quiet for a moment, and Thorin broke it a few seconds after she’d shared that with them.


“Did you give him your approval?”


“I did,” she told him, giving a sad smile. “I knew that the life they would share together would be short, but I wanted him to be happy for whatever length of time the Valar granted them. I never dreamed that it would be his death that would separate the two of them and not Narvi’s. It was why I granted the king’s request to have them buried together instead of asking for my cousin’s body so he could be buried the elvish way. I couldn’t stomach the thought of parting them and pray that the Valar has allowed them to be together in death where they had been unable to in life.”



All of those who were of Durin’s blood bowed their heads in gratitude, and the king-in-exile shared something that only those who wore the crown knew.


“While we never knew what their relationship was, I do know that when word was received that the Deceiver was using Celebrimbor’s body in such a disrespectful way, Narvi went to the king and presented a request to him. He said he would be accompanying the troops that would be dispatched to recover Celebrimbor and that if something happened to him, he wanted to be buried with him. Narvi said that he didn’t care if it meant that he couldn’t be buried under stone as long as he and Celebrimbor were not parted in their final rest.”


The dwarrow, not knowing of this, stared at their king, and the elves and hobbit listened in amazement as a hidden part of history was revealed.


“Most people assume that dwarves are not open to relationships outside of their own race,” Elrond said softly. “To hear this story, as sad as it is, would certainly change those assumptions. Thank you for sharing it with us.”


Thorin shook his head, giving a sad smile of his own. He knew that people assumed that and also knew that the isolation his people had chosen often led to assumptions like this particular one. The king-in-exile also knew that it would take time to change that since most dwarrow, like himself, were insular due to remembering recent betrayals.


“No, there are a few tales known only to my people,” he answered. “Mostly dwarrow with humans and one with an elf. There aren’t many, and those we have stories of are ones that really stood out due to the extremes the couples went to prove their love and fight for it. We are an insular race, and those stories are popular for us but not shared outside of our culture. I am unsure of how soon the changes will take place, but I hope to put a stop to the habit of remaining so isolated.”


“The fault for that aspect of your people does not solely rest upon them,” Galadriel assured him. “In truth, the elves were not as truly welcoming of Aulë’s children as we should have been considering Ilúvatar adopted them as His own. As we are siblings, there should be more trust and affection between our two races. I sincerely hope to see that happen before the time of elves reaches its end.”


“I hope to see it too,” Thorin said to her. “I know that it will take time, and I will more than likely have joined my ancestors in Mahal’s Halls before it happens. However, I will make sure it is a task that my heirs will take up once my time here on Arda ends.”


Fili and Kili both nodded their heads, understanding what their uncle was wanting them to do, and the two brothers would do their best to see their uncle’s wishes were carried out. Thorin was right; things had to change or the children Mahal had created would suffer alone when darker times reached them. Outside help might be able to change the fate of their people, and they would do their best to see to it that their people didn’t die out in isolation.


Kili was reminded of his own thoughts regarding the vision, wondering if the possible relationship between his brother and Bilbo might be the start of build a better future for the dwarrow. It was something he would have to think on, and he hoped that his uncle and Balin might have a keener thought to share about this. First though, he would need to speak to the elf lord and see if his translation of the vision was correct.


A servant came in, calling them to come to the evening meal, and the company followed their host. Most of them were talking quietly, obviously subdued by the revelations shared just moments ago, and it gave the archer time to focus on his own thoughts. He took a seat by his brother and jolted slightly when he heard the voice of Galadriel in his mind.


~I know many things weigh heavily on your mind, young prince. Elrond and I will gladly meet with you after dinner,~ she told him, making him breath a sigh of relief.


~Thank you, my lady,~ he thought back at her, knowing she heard him when she gave him a soft smile in return.


Kili turned his attention to the meal, determined to enjoy it and the stories that would come while the food was shared. For now, he would focus on his family and friends and would worry about the future once he was able to meet with the two elves.



Author’s End Note – I hope everyone enjoyed this. I know that Tolkien never wrote of any dwarven romances, especially ones that had a dwarf paired with someone not of their race, but I couldn’t follow that here. There has to be some precedence for the pairing I’ve chosen; there will be resistance, but I know it’ll work out in time. I hope my choice is approved of! Thanks for reading and see everyone next chapter! ~ Laran





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