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 – I wasn’t entirely certain which name Bilbo would give for Eru, who is known by the elves as Ilúvatar.  I figured that Bilbo would use the non-elfish version as most of the dwarves have issues with the elves at that moment.  If I am wrong, I humbly apologize.

In regards to the amount of time between updates for this and my other stories, I can only humbly apologize.  Health issues, issues with my grandfather, and then my dad shocked all of us by having my mom served with divorce papers.  It’s been non-stop stress, and it’s all I can do to keep my head above water these days.   The muses have been silent because of it.

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this story.  I write this tale to amuse myself and my readers.

Chapter Five – Story Time

For a few minutes, the only sound that could be heard was that of the tack of the ponies jingling with each step they took on the unmarked trail Bilbo had them on.  The hobbit said nothing for a short period of time, aware of the dwarves waiting for the answer to Fili’s question, but he needed to gather his thoughts together.  He drew in a slow breath and broke the silence.

“For me to properly explain what the Tèarmunn are, I will need to tell a story.  It is a tale that is well known to us hobbits and used to be well known to your people as well.”

“Please tell us, Master Baggins-Took,” Ori piped in.  Bilbo looked to his left to spot the young scribe with a book open and pen ready to transcribe.  The hobbit chuckled, amused by his dedication to his craft, and began the tale.

“In the beginning, when Arda was young, two Valar wed under the happy eyes of the rest of their companions.  To show their joy at the joining of the two lovers, the Valar approached Eru with a simple wish.  While her groom had children of his own, the bride had none and they wished for Eru to weave a song of life so that the bride could give her husband’s children siblings.

“Eru heard his children’s request and looked upon the love that the bride and groom shared; he found it to be a rich and beautiful thing.  Pleased by the depths of their love and devotion to each other as well as those they counted as family, Eru wove a simple song of life and gifted it to the couple.”

He paused for a slow sip of water, noticing that all of the dwarves were listening to his tale and seemed very interested in what he was sharing.  Bilbo sealed his water skin, placing it back where it belonged, and resumed telling his story.

“Mahal and Yavanna were thrilled by the gift, and he watched as his beloved bride began to add her own melodies to shape the song that Eru had granted them.  When the song was nearly finished, she asked her husband if there should be more added as she wanted the children to be close to both of them and his children. 

“At her request, Mahal added his own touches to the melody.  He gifted the children with sturdiness, the ability to dwell within the earth as his firstborn did, and then he made a suggestion to his wife.  He knew that these new children would be gentle gardeners of the earth and wanted to find a way to protect the little ones.  Yavanna agreed, wanting their children to be safe, and they wove a melody for a special line within these children.

“The hobbits soon came into being, along with the special ones.  Yavanna named the specially made ones the Tèarmunn, the protectors of the hobbits.  For every generation of Tèarmunn born, there would only be six.  Each of them would be stronger, faster, and heartier than the ones they protect.  Mahal trained the first few generations himself and once he was satisfied that the training could be handled by the older generation, he took a step back and now crafts the weapons for each generation of Tèarmunn born.”

“You mean the weapons you carry now were made by Mahal,” Bofur asked, sounding amazed.  It had been some time since the Valar had interacted with their creations and to know Mahal did this with their siblings was rather incredible.

“They were,” Bilbo replied with a smile.  “Every generation is gifted with their weapons, which are bound to us.  If the cearcall is thrown and unable to be retrieved during a battle, I can summon it back.  That’s one of the gifts He imbued our weapons with.”

There were a few other traits Mahal had imbued them with, but he wasn’t going to give all of the secrets away at once.  He smiled to himself, listening to the chatter going on around him.  It seemed the story was impressing his dwarven companions, which he didn’t mind too much.  They needed to hear this anyway to help build up the history the dwarves had forgotten.

“So the Tèarmunn protect the hobbits from anything bad?”

“Yes, Kili, they do just that,” Bilbo answered truthfully.  “If it had not been for them, the Fell Winter would have been catastrophic since the Rangers arrived late to battle the wolves and goblins that invaded the Shire after the Brandywine River froze.”

“With you coming with us, doesn’t that leave the Shire short one of you,” Nori asked, turning in his saddle to look at the hobbit.

“No because there were seven born in my generation,” the curly haired male informed him.  “The elders were unsure of why this happened until the Blessing a few days ago.  This way I can go and the Shire will have the same level of protection they had before.”

“That is good to know,” Dori replied, sounding thoughtful.  “I do find it interesting that both Mahal and Yavanna wanted a Tèarmunn in Erebor.  None of the dwarven settlements have this so I am rather curious as to what the two are thinking.”

“I am as well,” Bilbo informed him.  “I know I’ll be given instruction once I get to the Lonely Mountain and everything is handled.  I’ll just have to be patient until they inform me of what my purpose will be.  I have faith in the path that has been set before me.  They would never guide us onto the wrong path.”

“From your lips to our Maker’s ears, Master Baggins,” Balin commented.

“Bilbo,” the hobbit reminded him, not wanting formality amongst the company in regards to his presence.  “And yes, I’m certain our words have been heard.”

The group smiled at that, hoping that their hobbit companion was correct.  The quest meant a great deal to all of them, especially Thorin, and success was something they were praying for.  Home was important for every member, knowing their women and children desperately needed a place that was safe.

Bilbo hummed to himself as they traveled along the path, speaking up only when he knew they needed to change direction.  Each time, he noticed one of Thorin’s nephews giving him a grateful glance and it made him rather curious as to the reason why they would do such a thing. 

The curiosity grew until he called out to the dwarf riding close to his position in the group.

“Balin, I have to ask something.  Is there any particular reason why Fili and Kili are looking at me like that whenever I give Thorin directions?”

That question caused a loud groan from Thorin while the rest of the company began laughing, firing Bilbo’s curiosity even more.

“Well, lad, it’s like this.  All dwarves are blessed with stone sense; it’s a gift from our Maker that allows us to travel underground without getting lost.  It’s an instinct inside of us that always guides us true.  That being said, we tend to get a bit lost out in the open but manage to learn to navigate the best we can.  There are those who simply cannot seem to manage it, and Thorin is one of the worst for it.”

“I’m not as bad as all that,” the king commented, causing a riot of laughter and catcalls as the rest heard his words.

“No, you’re worse,” Gloin called out to his cousin.  “Dis nearly murdered you when you decided to take the lads out on a hunting trip and got lost for a week.  You were in an area you’d gone through hundreds of times.”

Bilbo nearly choked, staring wide eyed at the red haired dwarf.

“Truly?”

“Aye, truly.  A forest area that’s typically rich in game and full of paths that we take for hunting and traveling.  He has travelled through it so many times for both hunting and work.  We sent several search parties and didn’t find them.”

“How did they get back then,” he asked, interested in hearing the rest of the story.  The question seemed to just set the laughter off even louder, and Dwalin snickered while answering.

“Kili had decided he’d had enough and navigated his way back out of the forest, leading his brother and uncle along the way.  Lad hadn’t even hit his majority yet and had bested both of them in being able to find a way out.”

Bilbo hid his laughter with a gloved hand, shoulders shaking as Thorin gave a half-hearted swipe at his friend.  Obviously, the group had not let the monarch live the incident down and the hobbit approved.  A joke like this was always one to savor while bringing it up again and again.

“I imagine his sister hasn’t let him live it down,” he asked Balin, who laughed harder.

“Oh no, Dis reminds him of the story quite frequently.  She told it right before he left for the quest, telling him he needed to let Kili do the navigating.”

The Tèarmunn couldn’t hide the giggle that emerged, making the dwarves beside him chuckle at the high sound.  It was a tad out of character sounding for a male but oddly enough, seemed to fit the hobbit.

“She sounds like a very spirited lady,” he ventured, blushing a tad.

“That’s one way of putting it,” Dwalin chuckled.  “She pretty much terrorizes everyone into doing what she wants, and Mahal help those who have an opinion that’s contrary to hers.  I’ve seen her go against Thorin and my brother, both who are trained in diplomacy, and she won most of the time.”

“I think she plots to usurp me if anything goes wrong,” Thorin commented.  “I doubt any would deny her rule either; she’s got all of the dwarves at Ered Luin fearing her wrath if she has to handle something that’s gone wrong.”

“She reminds me of my grandmother,” Bilbo laughed.  “IF she and Dis ever met, they’d probably find a way to take over Arda.”

“Mahal help your grandfather when the caravan stops in the Shire,” the king countered.  “Dis will be leading it, and I have no doubt she’ll meet your grandmother.”

The hobbit giggled again when Dwalin interjected with a comment.

“Better him than me!  My ears are still ringing from the day before we left,” he grumbled.

“You shouldn’t have gotten into her biscuit stash,” Fili told him.  “We warned you not to do it; Mum is incredibly protective of her sweets.”

“She smashed a skillet over my head!”

“There wasn’t a dent in it either,” Kili chirped.  “Uncle Thorin made this one stronger than the last four she’s dented over people’s heads.”

Bilbo doubled over, losing himself to a peal of giggles that was easily heard over the deeper laughter of his companions.  This was something he had missed after his parents’ deaths, and he had forgotten how good it was to laugh with others.  He whispered thanks to the Blessed Mother for sending him on this quest and hoped to be able to share more with his comrades.  Only time would tell what those experiences would be, and he was looking forward to it.

Author’s End Note – Oh wow, finally finished this chapter!  I had a rough time writing because my cat decided that my lap was her territory and blocked off access to my laptop while I was trying to work on this update.  Trying to convince a 12 pound cranky ball of fluff to move is an exercise in frustration, let me tell you!  Please let me know what you think of the chapter, and I will see everyone next time.  ~Laran



You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story