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’m so happy everyone has been enjoying the story so far. I do owe all of you a huge apology. It seems that I hit a bad slump where I couldn’t even think creatively much less sit down at the computer to try to write. I’m not quite sure what happened; I think it’s a combination of pain, emotional issues, and anxiety. Whatever it is, I don’t want it to happen again. So thank you all for being so patient with me. I’m hoping I’ll be able to push past this and continue writing.


Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story. I just have fun playing in Tolkien’s sandbox!


Chapter Twenty-two – A Meeting with Elvish Nobility


The meal would be one Kili would remember throughout his life; it had been full of stories and laughter, and the barriers between the two cultures had been dropped for that night. It was an experience he had thoroughly enjoyed and hoped to repeat again. Hopefully, they would be able to host Elrond and Galadriel in Erebor once things were repaired and the kingdom was established enough to repay this hospitality with the traditional generosity the dwarrow were once known for. It was a thought he would have to bring up to his uncle and brother, knowing his uncle would wish to repay the hospitality once he was able to do so.


Once the small feast was over and the final sips of wine drunk, Galadriel slowly rose to her feet with a warm smile.


“King Thorin, I would like to borrow your youngest nephew for a while, if I may?”


Thorin, who had relaxed during the meal, looked to the golden haired lady with a puzzled expression on his face. He was a bit surprised by the request, and his gaze turned to Kili when the young dwarf spoke softly in their native tongue. The younger dwarf knew his uncle needed an explanation for the elven lady’s request, and he did not want to alert their hobbit to the situation just yet.


“Bilbo had another vision, uncle, and it was one that Fili and I were able to see,” he explained. “I believe she can help me understand why we were able to see it as well as why our hobbit friend had another one despite us understanding the warning of the first one.”


The king-in-exile nodded, understanding his nephew’s concerns, and his blue eyes met the silver touched ones of the Lady of Lothlórien.


“You are welcome to borrow him, my lady,” he said with a soft smile. “Just be warned, he can be a mischief maker.”


“So are my grandsons so I have no worries on that point. He will be returned just as you see him,” she promised, waiting until the young dwarf was at her side before leading the prince into a private garden she often used to spend time with her granddaughter while visiting Imladris.


Once they were settled in comfortable seats around a small table, Galadriel turned her gaze to dwarf sitting next to her. She could sense his kind heart and determination, and the seer knew that this young one would make a great many changes in regards to the relationships between his people and hers.


“Now, my young friend, may I see what it is that has been weighing on your thoughts so heavily?”


“How will you do that,” he asked, tilting his head slightly.


“Just relax and I will use my gifts to see it in your mind. I promise I will not seek anything out other than the vision you shared with your brother and Master Baggins-Took,” Galadriel told him, smiling when Kili nodded.


She used her powers and found the vision, watching it in silence. Her heart ached at the sight the dwarf, his brother, and the hobbit had been exposed to in this particular sending from Irmo. Galadriel bit her lower lip, a habit she thought she had lost when she was a young elfling, and used the pain to help distract her from the distress the vision brought to her.


The Lady of Lothlórien knew that one of the reasons the vision had been shared like this between the three of them was to unsettle the dwarrow enough that she would notice it. This was confirmation that she had been right in speaking to Círdan and her husband about helping the dwarrow where they could. Not hindering the quest was not enough. She’d seen the armies fighting and knew that the forces of Lothlórien had not been there; even a few battalions of their forces would be enough to turn the tide, and she would insist on sending them as soon as she knew Thorin and his people were close enough to Erebor. Celeborn might balk at this, but she knew she had to do all she could to ensure this vision did not come to pass. Simply reestablishing diplomatic ties weren’t enough, and Galadriel wouldn’t permit this future to come true.


“My lady?”


Kili’s voice drew her from her thoughts, and she gave him a small smile in hopes of relieving his worries.


“I think, my dear friend, that one of the reasons you shared this vision with your brother and Master Baggins-Took is that it would be unsettling enough to attract my attention. I have had visions of your people lately, and a decision was made to help where we could. However, outside of approving the quest and establishing diplomatic relations, there had been nothing decided in regards as to how to help you. I believe this vision was a warning that your company will need military aid before the end of the quest.”


The dwarf thought for a moment, obviously replaying scenes in his mind, and he nodded once he understood her belief about the vision.


“The armies fighting the orcs weren’t very numerous and if the men are from Laketown, they won’t have a lot of training in fighting,” he agreed. “Extra help could mean changing things in a more positive way for our side.”


“That is my hope,” she told him. “When I return home, I will make sure we have troops ready for when the time comes.”


The tension that had been lying in the compact frame began easing at her words, and she continued since she knew he had his own interpretation of the vision.


“I also believe that you are right in regards to Master Baggins-Took,” Galadriel said. “He seems to be key to all of this, and the fact that this particular sending from Irmo seems to be focused on him and your brother means you may very well be correct.”


“We weren’t in the Shire for long,” Kili said. “But it was long enough to see that family is the important thing to make a house a home. Bilbo’s smial was a house since the family was gone, leaving him alone. I think, having family in Erebor, will be part of what helps him find his place there. The link between him and Fili could be a serious contributor in helping Bilbo.”


“The question is will your people allow such a relationship? Your brother will be the crown prince once the quest is successful,” she asked him.


“No since we have no issue with races intermarrying when it happens,” he answered. “Given Bilbo was sent to us by our creator and His wife, that makes it even more blessed in our eyes. The continuation of the line will fall on me, which isn’t a hardship since there’s a dam back in Ered Luin I’ve had my eye on and hope to court once this quest is finished.”


“I wish you well on that,” Galadriel said with a smile. “I know courting can be a challenge, but I believe you will succeed.”


“She’s worth fighting for,” he blushed. “Thank you.”


“As far as your brother and Master Baggins-Took, do you believe your brother to be open to such a relationship?”


Kili shifted in his seat, thinking about the question for several long moments. This was important, and he didn’t want to give an answer that wouldn’t match the situation. He knew his brother fairly well, but Fili had his hidden depths too.


“I think he would if he believed the time was right,” he stated. “Fili takes his position as uncle’s heir very seriously and tends to overlook his own happiness. I’m the one who usually drags him into pranks and the like or he’d literally forget to remember that life is more than books and lessons.


“I may have to get uncle and Balin involved, but that may or may not be a good thing.”


“How so,” she asked.


“Uncle is very protective, and Balin is too. Dwarflings are rare for our kind, and uncle is a father to us in many ways. Balin and Dwalin had a hand in raising us too,” he admitted. “They may not like the idea of Fili finding his One this soon, but they do want him to be happy.”


“You and your brother are considered of age, correct,” Galadriel asked, frowning a bit.


“We are,” Kili answered. “But we’re still young too. Most courtships don’t take place until we’ve hit our first century mark at least. There have been a few that were sooner, but those mainly happened after we lost Erebor.”


“Where the continuation of the race was needed,” she murmured. “I see why you are concerned about this; I would remind your uncle that Master Baggins-Took is needed and the relationship would help ground him sooner. They don’t have to bond soon, but a courtship would at least provide the two with something to hold onto when things become dark.”


“I’ll do so,” he agreed. “Fili deserves to be happy; the work we’ll face after reclaiming our home will be difficult for everyone, and I have a feeling that he will need someone to keep him anchored so he won’t lose himself in the tasks that’ll be set on his shoulders as crown prince. Mum will keep uncle anchored so I won’t have to worry about that.”


“The burden of ruling is a heavy one,” she acknowledged. “Having support for the family is always a wise decision. Know that Lothlórien will aid in the rebuilding whenever we are able. Elrond mentioned that he was going to have a treaty between Imladris and Erebor discussed and written up while your company is here. I will do the same for Lothlórien and take the notes home to my husband so we can formalize an agreement once your home is yours.”


Kili bowed his head in gratitude, knowing that this was something that would help his people for quite some time. Even though he was young, he knew that the work ahead of both the clan and royal family would be a very heavy burden and assistance from allies would be appreciated. He just didn’t envy his uncle the difficult time of hammering the news into the skulls of the council members.


“We would honor such a treaty, my lady,” he said. “I will mention it to my uncle and have him and Lord Balin speak with you regarding this when you are ready for this discussion.”


Before she could speak, Galadriel was struck by a small vision. She could See an older version of Kili, wearing a crown of Erebor, smiling as he played with a group of dwarflings. At least two resembled him a great deal and it made her smile as the scene faded. That was when she knew the right decisions had been made that evening.


“I will also inform Elrond of my decision so he can ensure we have the time to discuss this with your uncle,” she said to him. “I thank you for your trust this evening, Kili, Prince of Erebor. We will ensure that the visions your friend has had will not come to pass; you have my word on that.”


Kili rose to his feet, bowing properly and with as much grace as he could muster. He pulled on every lesson that had been hammered into his head, knowing this was important.


“I thank you for your word, my lady, and hope that both Lothlórien and Erebor share a friendship for many generations to come.”


Her smile grew wider as she rose too, giving a small curtsy. Galadriel was charmed by the young prince and hoped that she would be able to meet with him again once Erebor was reclaimed and on its way to regaining its strength.


“As do I, Prince Kili,” she told him, then bade him a pleasant rest before departing to find her son by marriage.


Once alone, Kili gave a deep sigh, staring at the doorway where the Lady of the Golden Wood had disappeared. His mind replayed the entire conversation, and he gave a small smile.


“Here’s hoping Uncle Thorin will be receptive to all this,” he murmured before leaving the garden to find his family.


The young prince knew he would have a lot of explaining to do and hoped he wouldn’t make a mess of this. It was too important, and he needed to make sure that Thorin and Balin understood and agreed with what was going on.


Author’s End Note – I hope this was worth the wait! Thank you again to everyone who has been so patient with me. Please let me know what you think of this chapter. See you again next time! ~ Laran


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