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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 – Here’s the next installment for the story. Thank you everyone for your patience and wonderful reviews. I hope you enjoy this new chapter!

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

Chapter Four – A Very Merry Party…Sort of

Eruestan wasn’t quite sure what to expect as he watched the Company navigate the halls of Bag End while they waited for the last member of their party to arrive before dinner could be served. He and Dean had both seen the movies as well as read the books to each other quite often during their childhood, and it was strange to see how close Jackson and Tolkien had gotten in regards to the personalities of each dwarf. He smiled at Kili and Fili as they plopped onto a seat to question Bilbo in hopes of getting to know him.

The Company had been somewhat taken aback by the amount of snacks waiting for them but had not complained about waiting for the last member to arrive before dinner would be served. The hobbit had been adamant about that, and the two princes had been the ones to support that decision. Both the Dúnedain had been pleased to see that the group, including Gandalf, had obeyed their host’s wishes. The brothers had worried about Bilbo being ignored as he had in the first movie but so far, their friend had been polite but firm, showing a strength of spirit that was rather heartwarming. They would help push their hobbit friend into continuing to show that strength, knowing it would help him a tremendous amount in the future.

Eruestan sat up slightly, eyes going to the hallway when he heard the front door open. Imrathon had gone in search of their missing member, remembering the dwarf’s issues with navigation and not wanting Bilbo’s hard work to be ruined due to his lateness. He’d been waiting for his brother’s return, wondering how far Thorin had gotten from Bag End before being discovered.

“I’m back,” Imrathon called, hanging his cloak on the peg as well as removing his boots. “I found him.”

The group went to the various entryways into the hall, spotting the dark haired dwarf with the Dúnadan. The new arrivals were disarming, ensuring to follow Bilbo’s rules in regards as to what was allowed in Bag End.

“Gandalf,” Thorin began, turning away from the pegs where he’d hung his cloak. “I thought you said this place would be easy to find? I nearly lost my way had the ranger not found me.”

Hazel eyes met green as both rangers tried hard not to laugh at the comment. The Shire was not that difficult to navigate since there were signs everywhere, and there were not that many roads to get lost on. They hadn’t been sure if the navigation issue had been a film only problem but apparently, the king-in-exile had serious issues with getting lost above ground.

“Ah yes, well, the important thing is that you have arrived,” the Istar replied. “May I present our host for the evening?”

Bilbo padded to stand in front of the dwarf as the wizard continued with his introduction.

“Master Bilbo Baggins has kindly consented to host us for the night so we may rest and plan before leaving tomorrow to start our journey,” Gandalf told the dwarf. “Bilbo, may I present Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror?”

Thorin walked around the hobbit for a moment, eyeing him before speaking.

“So this is the hobbit,” he began. “Tell me, Master Baggins, which do you prefer – sword or axe?”

“Neither,” Bilbo answered calmly. “My dear friends taught me to use other styles of weapons since I do enjoy the occasional trip to places outside of the Shire. I will not be useless on this journey, Master Oakenshield. If everyone will follow me, dinner will now be served.”

The hobbit led them to the dining table, smiling as he gestured for his guests to take their seats. Imrathon took a seat beside his brother, blinking when Kili sat down on his other side.

“So, you’re a ranger?”

The Dúnadan chuckled, sipping his ale for a moment before answering the other.

“So, you’re a dwarf?”

The dwarven archer paused at that, snickering after a few moments, and Imrathon joined his laughter.

“Yes, I am. My name is Imrathon, one of the Dúnedain of the North. My brother is Eruestan,” he introduced himself and his sibling to the dwarf beside him.

“I’m Kili,” the dark haired dwarf replied, pointing to the blond sitting beside him. “That’s my brother, Fili.”

“Well met,” the ranger said, taking a bite of the meal Bilbo had prepared.

“Well met,” Kili answered. “I wasn’t expecting to meet any of the Dúnedain here in the Shire. This land is so peaceful so I didn’t think this would be a stopping point for your people.”

“Every Dúnadan spends some of his time protecting the borders of the Shire,” Imrathon told him. “Even though the kingdom of Arnor is no more, we uphold our oaths in protecting this peaceful land. My brother and I befriended Bilbo years ago during our first patrol here, and we stop by Hobbiton whenever we can to visit him. Most hobbits are kind and good natured, and our host is a fine example of his people.”

“He seems pretty nice and hasn’t shown any signs of uncle terrifying him,” Fili observed, setting his tankard down.

“With all due respect, Master Fili,” Eruestan replied, hearing the conversation that the blond dwarf had joined. “Your uncle may have a serious weight on his shoulders regarding the safety of his people, but his bad moods have nothing on Belladonna Baggins or Adamanta Took when they were in a strop about something.”

“Who are they,” Kili asked. “His wife and mother?”

“Close,” Imrathon answered. “Belladonna was Bilbo’s mother, and Adamanta was his grandmother. The patrols knew to avoid either one whenever they were upset about something. I’ve no idea how Gerontius managed to keep from having his head ripped off when Adamanta was on one of her rampages.”

“Sounds like they’re spirited women then,” the younger dwarf said, popping another bite into his mouth.

“Took women usually are,” Bilbo stated, overhearing the conversation during a brief lull around the table. “Mama and Grandmama are still considered to be the best of the family and are often used as role models for the lasses born into the Took line. To this day, my mother holds the record for the furthest a hobbit has gone since the Wandering Days ended.”

“Where did she go,” Fili asked, leaning a bit to see Bilbo.

“She journeyed to Rivendell several times,” the hobbit answered, setting another piece of roast and vegetables onto his plate and serving Eruestan a bit more as well.

“You’ll be taking that record soon,” the younger ranger pointed out. “I doubt any hobbit would be able to go further than you’re going.”

Bilbo nodded, giving his friend a small smile. There was a wistful look on his face that held a trace of sadness.

“Mama would be so proud,” he commented quietly. “At least she would be once she finished pulling Gandalf’s ear for trying to push a hobbit into taking this journey at the last minute.”

Eruestan gently patted his shoulder, giving him a sympathetic look. He and his brother knew how poorly Bilbo had taken the loss of his parents; they had met him after Bungo’s passing but before Belladonna’s. When word had reached them of the hobbit matron’s illness, they had hurried to the Shire to help. She was beyond their skills to heal, but they had been there to help their young friend through the dark days that followed his mother’s passing.

The conversation changed with Fili and Kili trying to learn more about the Dúnedain, and the two brothers shared what they could without giving away anything that was held secret and sacred to their kin. That particular conversation went on for a considerable length of time, going through cleanup and ending when Thorin looked at the two rangers with a gaze that was both question and suspicious.

“I have held my peace long enough,” the dwarf lord began. “Why are two Dúnedain from the north interested in our quest, and why should you be trusted?”

Author’s End Note - Sounds like there’s a lot of questions from Thorin. I hope he’ll get answers he needs. See you next chapter! ~ Laran
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