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’m really happy with the response everyone’s given regarding this story.  I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as you did the previous one.  Thank you for staying with me and being such amazing readers!

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

Chapter Seven – Songs and Drinking Stories

Bilbo passed the rest of the evening merrily enough, listening to his companions as they teased each other and told stories about various exploits they had done in the past.  He was having an interesting time getting to know them through their antics and was grateful the group was so friendly.  It made things easier for him, being used to his own family unit, to have such merry companions around him.

After helping with the clean-up, the hobbit pulled out his maintenance kit and began polishing the blades of the corran.  He hummed his grandfather’s favorite drinking song under his breath, allowing the familiar motions to relax his thoughts as he did so.  A quick check showed no need for sharpening so he ensured the weapons were clean before returning them back to where they belonged.

“You go through exercises like that often, lad?”

A quick check identified the speaker as Balin, and Bilbo nodded while putting away his kit.

“In the mornings and evenings,” he answered the older dwarf.  “I tend to get a little fidgety after the day’s work is done, and I use the exercises as a chance to center myself so I can relax for the evening.  It was Papa’s suggestion after the second time I nearly upended his inkwell while he was working after dinner.  It worked rather well so I kept the habit even after I came of age.”

“Somehow, I can’t see you as being fidgety,” he said, recalling the tranquil nature that the hobbit had showed during their short acquaintance.

“Only because of carefully planned exercises throughout the day to help burn off the energy,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.  “Apparently, all of us Tèarmunn have this problem and we have to make sure to focus on our exercises or we have to dodge pots being thrown at us by various family members.  My grandmother has a scary accuracy with cookware so I make sure to burn off any excess energy before visiting.”

“Which means you could become as much of a nuisance as these two are,” Dwalin asked, indicating the two princes with a jerk of his thumb.

Bilbo hid his laughter when said two protested the burly dwarf’s comment.  Obviously this was a common complaint regarding the brothers.

“I’ve no idea what those two can get up to,” he answered, voice showing part of his mirth.  “I can get a little hyperactive at times and when that happens, it’s easy to fix.”

“Just let you burn it off,” Dwalin said, giving a wide grin.

“Pretty much,” the hobbit agreed.  “I tend to settle down for a while until I need to do it again.  It’s not as bad if I’m active through the day but if I’m still for long periods of time, then I really need time to exercise.”

“So we’ll just let you work it off while we find the nearest stream to calm the other two down,” he teased, smirking at the princes who protested once again.

“We’re not that bad, Mister Dwalin,” Kili protested, pouting a tad as he did so.

“No, you’re worse,” Thorin replied, expression calm but his eyes betrayed his amusement.  “Maybe we ought to take a page from Master Baggins-Took’s book and have you both practice more often during the day.  I’m certain Dwalin won’t mind putting you two through your paces more often.”

At the evil grin from the older dwarf, the two younger ones paled and stared at each other for several long moments.  Bilbo hid his grin before chirping in to help tease the pair.

“I wouldn’t mind having someone to spar against,” he commented, hearing the chuckles from the other dwarves and Gandalf.  “It’d be good to learn to fight with your styles anyway.  Besides my fellow Tèarmunn, the only other people I’ve sparred with over the years were a few of the Rangers that actually entered our borders to speak with my grandfather.”

“That’s something we shall have to do,” Dwalin answered, understanding Bilbo’s need to learn their styles so he could mesh into the unit.  “It’s a bit late for that tonight but if we make good time tomorrow and have enough sunshine left to us, we can start working on that.”

Thorin nodded, adding his own thoughts to the conversation.  His friend had brought up a valid point, and he would see to it that it would be carried out.

“I agree with Dwalin, it’ll be good to keep our skills honed in case something runs into our path.  Having an unknown in the group would be a problem so learning to add you into our battle formations is a wise idea.”

Bilbo was pleased with the acceptance and later settled himself to begin first watch with Bifur, keeping his senses sharp as the group slept.  The communication impaired dwarf showed him what he was working on, then held the knife out to ask if the hobbit knew how to work with wood as well.

“I do,” he murmured softly to his companion.  “My grandfather is fond of working with wood, especially carving, and taught me how to do it.”

The hobbit smiled as he was handed a small block of wood, and he pulled out the knife he kept with him.  The rest of his woodworking set was packed away and waiting for shipment back in Tuckborough, but he’d kept his whittling knife with him just in case. 

The pair whittled while keeping watch, shavings being dropped into the fire when either one got up to feed it so the company was kept warm.  The scent of wood was calming to the hobbit and once it was time to wake his replacement, he was ready to sleep.

Bilbo gently woke Balin, who came awake rather easily, and gave him a few moments to mentally wake up before retiring to his own bedroll to rest. 

The hobbit slept well, sensing the sleepy murmurs of the grass beneath him, and that helped him rest easily.

Bombur woke him early, and the Tèarmunn greeted him with a sleepy smile.  He replied to the good mornings with groggy responses as he set about with his morning routine.

Once the morning meal of porridge and dried fruit was eaten, everyone worked to break down the camp, putting things away and saddling the ponies.  Bilbo found himself singing one of the morning hymns to Yavanna as he worked, the old Hobbitish words spilling from him while he saddled his pony.

Though they didn’t understand the meaning of the words, the melody was soothing to the listeners and Gandalf smiled to himself, watching as the plants reacted to the ancient melody and turned their faces to the sun.

“What was that,” Nori asked after the song was over and the group had started traveling.  “I’ve never heard something like that before.”

“It’s a hymn to our Mother,” the hobbit replied, adjusting one of his gloves so it sat properly.  “It’s our way of greeting Her in the morning as life begins to wake for the day.  Most of the ones we have come from our earlier days; occasionally, someone will write a new one and teach it to the rest of the Shire but that doesn’t happen too often.”

“It’s lovely,” Ori said to him.  “Peaceful but uplifting at the same time.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he answered.  “It’s a normal thing for me to do in the mornings so I hope it won’t bother anyone.”

“It shouldn’t,” Gloin replied.  “Some of us might grumble if we’re hung over, but mornings like that won’t be too plentiful during the trip.”

“It’s part of your faith,” Thorin commented.  “No one will say anything towards it because we understand the rituals and actions towards our own creator.”

“Thank you,” the hobbit replied, feeling better now that he knew some of his morning ritual would not offend the group.  The morning songs to Yavanna always made his day better, and it would help him remain focused while on the journey.

The topic of music remained for a good part of the day, and both the dwarves and Bilbo found that their cultures weren’t too dissimilar regarding their love of drinking songs.  It amused the company to find that their hobbit companion knew a few tavern songs that were a touch more ribald than their own, and Bofur was rather quick to request to be taught them.  After his brother and cousin laughed at the miner’s request, the Tèarmunn was informed that Bofur had a habit of singing said songs at the most inopportune times which could cause interesting problems when that happened.

The talk of tavern songs soon brought up tales of drinking contests, and Bilbo didn’t bother hiding his laughter as the company shared stories of various contests that had gone on in the past.  It seemed most of them had experiences with these contests, including the quiet Ori and Thorin, and the hobbit snickered at the stories shared by those who had been witness to these contests.

“What about hobbits, Bilbo?”

“What about them, Fili?  Do we have drinking contests?”

“Do you,” the blond haired dwarf asked, then blinked when the hobbit’s laughter grew.

“Oh Yavanna yes,” he answered.  “It gets extremely rowdy as well when that happens because each of us has at least one neighbor that brews their own beer and ale.  That makes the standard drink sold in the taverns and inns rather mild for us hobbits.  The first one I was ever a part of was right after I came of age, and I accompanied my grandfather and uncles to Bree for business.”

“What happened,” Oin asked, watching the small figure.

“There was a mixed group at the inn where we were staying, and someone decided it would be fun to challenge the hobbits to a drinking contest,” he said, face alight with laughter as he shared the story.  “I think there were two dwarves and five humans when it started.

“Three of the humans had passed out before any of us were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol; the dwarves hung on for a while.  It wound up being between me and the oldest dwarf in their group,” he added, shaking his head.

“Who won,” Kili asked, curious now.

“I did, but it was pretty close.  I think the fact that I’d been snitching from the Gaffer’s brew since I was in my tweens helped,” the hobbit admitted.  “That hobbit makes his brew incredibly stout.  I’ll be honest, I really don’t remember much after the dwarf fell over.  I just remember waking up and then wishing I hadn’t; I was so sick and had to stay with my family since we were heading back to Tuckborough that day.  I was their escort for the journey and was trying so hard to stay alert.  My uncles were laughing the entire trip home; they’d bet on me and had won a fairly tidy sum.

“The bad part about it was I was still hung over when we got back, and Grandmother went after all of us with her frying pan.  She was screaming at me for being so foolish and at my uncles and grandfather for letting me do something that stupid.”

“What happened then,” Bofur asked, chuckling at the story.

“I was too sick to even think of running so I let her catch me, listened to the extremely long lecture before being stuffed full of her remedy and went to bed,” he said.  “I heard Grandfather and my uncles wound up hiding at another family member’s smial for two days before Grandmother calmed down enough to let them come home.”

“Are we certain we want her meeting Dis,” Dwalin asked, setting the entire company off into laughter when they heard the terrified tone in the burly warrior’s voice.

Author’s End Note – I hope everyone enjoyed this update.  Please let me know what you thought of it.  See everyone next chapter.  Laran

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