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Hunting Erebor	By : LadyLaran Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 1898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Supernatural" or "The Hobbit." I do not make any money from this story.

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Author’s Note – I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the response to this tale; I wasn’t sure if it’d take off, but it seems to have so far! I just hope I continue to please everyone. I’ve been focused on Hobbit Big Bang and am nearly done with that project (thank goodness) so I’ll be able to spend more time on the projects I have in progress. Thank you to Tisha for beta reading this and to everyone for your patience!

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I own “Supernatural.” I really don’t make money from this story at all!

Chapter Three – A Merry Party Begins

Once tea had been cleared away, Imrathon began to help Bilbo by ensuring the guest rooms were aired out while Eruestan focused on helping the hobbit pack for the journey. The two ensured Bilbo would have several changes of warm clothing, heavier blankets, pipe weed, soap, extra coins, food, as well as enough handkerchiefs to last for a while. Their friend was a bit baffled when Imrathon started laughing when his brother shared that last tidbit of information with him; when he didn’t get an explanation for the odd mirth from the Dúnedain, the hobbit simply shook his head and focused on what he needed to get taken care of before his guests arrived. He was used to the inside jokes the pair shared and knew that they’d explain if it was important.

Eruestan also spoke to Bilbo about ensuring Bag End would be there when he got back and knowing his own unfortunate relatives would try to take advantage of his absence, the hobbit penned several letters as well as his Will. He mailed a letter and a copy of his Will to his cousin, Drogo Baggins, as well as his uncle. Since his uncle was Thain, there would be no doubt that his wishes in regards to the maintenance and upkeep of Bag End were legitimate as well as his leaving his smial to Drogo should he not return in a certain amount of time or the Thain was notified of his death. He left a spare key and letter authorizing Holman and Fern Greenhand to keep the property clean, aired out, and maintained. His uncle would ensure the couple were paid for the work they did.

After that portion of the preparations were done, the trio went outside to enjoy a bit of a relaxation and Bilbo smoked his pipe while Eruestan shared a few tales of their recent journeys. The hobbit was enjoying their time outside when one of his smoke rings was blown back in his face, pulling him out of his relaxed state.

“Good morning,” Bilbo greeted, grateful to his ranger friends for warning him of the Istar’s coming. “It has been a long time since you were in the Shire last, Gandalf.”

“So you do remember me,” the wizard replied, looking pleased with that titbit of information. “I know it has been a while, and I am sorry for it. Losing your dear mother made returning too painful.”

The shuttered look on the hobbit’s face made Imrathon realize that Bilbo had needed Gandalf during that time and though everyone needed a period to heal, the Istar should have tried to make it to the peaceful country to ensure the son of his friend was doing well. He could see that his brother had come to the same realization and wondered if they would have to have a talk with the wizard about their friend’s wellbeing.

“I see,” the curly haired male responded, keeping his voice calm for the moment. “What brings you back to the Shire?”

“I am looking for someone who would be interested in going on an adventure,” Gandalf informed him, leaning against his staff.

“Would this adventure happen to include dwarves and a fire drake,” Bilbo asked, taking pleasure in the startled look that had appeared on the immortal male’s face.

“How did you know of this,” the wizard asked, confused and wary.

“That would be because of us,” Eruestan answered, looking at the wizard. “Irmo told us what could happen on this quest and demanded we join the company to ensure it succeeds in the manner that is best for Arda.”

“My brother and I shared a dream and through Irmo, Vairë revealed the foreknowledge of what will come if we are barred from joining the company. It’s something we shall do our best to keep from happening,” Imrathon said gravely, knowing the older male would want more information. “This quest affects a lot more than the dwarrow of Durin’s Folk.”

“And who might you two be,” the gray pilgrim asked the pair.

“I am Imrathon and he is Eruestan, sons of Erurainon and Saerwen,” the shorter brother replied, seeing the light of recognition enter the overly curious man’s eyes when he heard their parents’ names.

“I shall attempt to convince Thorin that the presence of two Dúnedain would be beneficial to the company,” Gandalf said. “Just be warned that Thorin does not trust outsiders easily.”

“We’re aware of it,” Eruestan told him. “However, we cannot abandon a quest that the Valar has set before us. We will follow behind if we must, but we will not leave the company to face every obstacle alone.”

“Understood,” the Istar answered. “Will you be joining us, Bilbo?”

“Since this was approved by the Valar, I couldn’t exactly say no,” the hobbit said to him. “I will be coming along and am packed already. I’ll have supper ready for when this company arrives; this will be a large group, will it not?”

“At present, the company numbers thirteen dwarrow,” Gandalf informed Bilbo.

“You’re lucky I keep a well-stocked pantry, Gandalf. Otherwise, I would not be able to feed my guests properly and that would be a sign of disrespect towards them.”

“I have learned that hobbits always keep their pantries well-stocked,” he admitted with a rueful laugh. “I will alert the others to meet here tonight. May I leave a mark on the door to guide them here?”

“You may, and I’ll make certain the lanterns are lit so the group will find their way easier to my home,” Bilbo answered, puffing on his pipe.

Once the Istar had left the mark, the trio of friends went into the smial to begin cooking for the party. While the brothers weren’t the greatest cooks in the world, they could do a lot of the prep work as well as heavy lifting and Bilbo set them to those tasks.

Time passed by rather swiftly, but they were ready by the time the first knock echoed throughout the corridors of Bag End. Bilbo went to answer it, blinking slightly when a burly dwarf turned to look at him.

“Dwalin, at your service,” the dwarf introduced himself, giving a small bow and watching the hobbit closely as the smaller male replied.

“Bilbo Baggins at yours,” the master of the smial answered calmly with a bow of his own. “Please come in. All I ask is that you leave your boots by the door please. Are the other members of the company far behind you?”

“Probably not too far,” Dwalin replied, following his host’s request of removing his boots as well as hanging his cloak up.

“Good,” the hobbit replied, leading the first of the dwarves into his dining room.

The dwarf froze when he spotted the two rangers, and Bilbo was quick to make introductions so as not to have any bloodshed in his smial.

“Master Dwalin, these are Eruestan and Imrathon,” he began. “They are good friends of mine, and Gandalf does know they are here.”

“He does indeed,” the eldest brother informed the tattooed dwarf, giving a polite bow. “We’ll explain our presence here once all of the members of your company arrive.”

The bearded warrior frowned, obviously not pleased but not going to argue. If Tharkûn knew what was going on, then he’d have to explain everything to Thorin. That wouldn’t be an easy task as the king-in-exile was distrustful of strangers, even the Dúnedain.

“All right then,” he said, blinking when the hobbit opened the doors to a large dining room.

“Why don’t you take a seat and enjoy some of the snacks,” Bilbo suggested. “This way when the others arrive, we can all dine together.”

The dwarf nodded, following the hobbit’s instructions. Once he was in the dining room, the two rangers gave their friend a look of concern. The smaller male was leaning against the wall, looking rather pale.

“All right there, Bilbo,” Imrathon asked, seeing the overwhelmed look on his face.

“I think so; I didn’t think dwarves were that much bigger than hobbits,” the curly haired male replied. He didn’t get a chance to say anything else due to the knock on the door.

Author’s End Note – Just a reminder on the name changes: Dean – Imrathon, Sam – Eruestan, Castiel – Urúvion, and Gabriel – Eruadan. John is Erurainon in Elvish so I went with it. The mother’s name, I went with Mary in Elvish too, which is Saerwen. She’s Gilraen’s sister in this, and Gilraen is the mother of Aragorn. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please let me know what you thought of it! See everyone next time. ~ Laran
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