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Hunting Erebor	By : LadyLaran Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 1898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Notes – Thank you everyone for reading and reviewing so far. I appreciate your patience and loyalty towards my tales. Enjoy this update!

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” or “Supernatural.” I’m just having fun borrowing characters and seeing what chaos I can create. I don’t make money from this either, just saying!

Chapter Five – Explanations

Well, Imrathon and Eruestan had expected Thorin to be blunt but it was still rather amusing and frustrating to have the full attention of one dwarf lord focused on them. The elder brother leaned back in his seat slightly, meeting the deep blue gaze of Thorin Oakenshield. This would take all the diplomacy and tact that his brother and Lord Elrond had pounded into his skull over the years since their arrival in Arda.

“My brother and I shared a dream not long ago and were given a warning from the Valar of what would come should your quest fail. It was a foretelling of what will happen if the quest fails or if the sons of Durin should fall during the journey,” Imrathon began. “Vairë and Irmo were rather adamant that we ensure the success of your mission.”

“There are events that could unfold, and we are charged to keep your company safe and ensure that Erebor is reclaimed,” Eruestan said quietly. “Your mountain is one of the strongholds that will help safeguard the east should the enemy become active, and the Valar are determined that you and your nephews rule the mountain with wisdom and strength.”

The words from the brothers caused a silence to fall over them, and Thorin frowned as he pondered their words.

“What proof do I have that you speak the truth,” he asked.

Imrathon kept his temper, thanks to years of practice and living amongst the Dúnedain and elves at various times. As much as he adored spending time with his cousin, some of the elves in Imladris had been known to push at his restraint.

“You came from a meeting of the dwarf lords, emissaries from all seven clans, and despite your lineage and the promises made in the past, all of them, including your cousin Dain, refused to lend their aid to your cause,” he began. “For some reason, the dwarven clans swore allegiance to a stone instead of the blood of a lineage that has held a throne for centuries. No idea why someone thought that was a good idea, but there it is. Anyway, it’s now up to you, your company, Bilbo, and Gandalf to see this done. You want a hobbit because you hope he can steal the stone from under Smaug’s nose and use it to rally the clans to fight with you to evict the worm.”

All eyes turned to Thorin, who gave a grim nod at the silent question he could see on their faces.

“He speaks the truth; I was told that this quest is ours and ours alone,” the dwarf lord said quietly, sounding very displeased.

“It’s not right they won’t help,” Bilbo commented, shaking his head. “Family should do all they can to help each other; your cousin should have agreed to lend his aid. The others might’ve sworn fealty to a stone, but the ties of blood should have been enough to do what one can to ensure the safety and wellbeing of those in need.”

“It should be, but Dain is ever cautious since the Battle of Azalanibizar,” Balin replied. “The loss of life then was too great to count, and those were against foes we had a good chance of defeating. A dragon is another target that cannot be so easily brought down.”

“My father used to say that every worm has its soft spot,” the hobbit said. “It’s a matter of finding Smaug’s and using it against him.”

“You will be joining us then, Master Baggins,” Thorin asked, looking at the smaller male.

“I will be,” he answered. “I know that your people need a home where your people can thrive and allow families to grow without fear of starvation or harm from those who do not accept dwarves for who they are.”

“You know of our situation?”

“My friends explained it to me, Master Oakenshield. Once I knew just how important this is to your people, I couldn’t refuse,” Bilbo said, making the Dúnedain smile.

“I was not aware the Dúnedain had an interest in dwarrow,” Thorin asked, eyes narrowed a bit.

“We have had the pleasure of escorting a few dwarven caravans over the years,” Imrathon answered with a smile. “We help out when we can after we came across one that had been attacked by orcs; it was then we met Lady Dis, and she has been known to summon us when a caravan is moving further outside the normal trading routes and needs extra people to help watch over them.”

“Now I know where I’ve seen you two before,” Balin interjected, tapping his knuckles lightly against the table. “It was when Dis, Ori, and I were in Bree; she had to meet someone and waited at the Prancing Pony.”

“You have a good memory, Master Balin,” Imrathon told him, giving a small smirk. “Usually we would see her in Ered Luin, but her business took her to Bree and we were returning from Rivendell so the Prancing Pony was the best place to meet.”

“Mum never mentioned knowing Dúnedain,” Fili commented. “I’m not surprised though; she always seemed confident when the caravans going longer distances went out. It makes sense she would have contacts to help protect them on those journeys.”

“Lady Dis respects them,” Ori piped in, blushing a little bit. “They treated us with respect at the Prancing Pony and kept several men from approaching her while we were there.”

The scribe’s words seemed to be the final reassurance Thorin needed as the king-in-exile nodded, learning back in his seat somewhat.

“Then our number is now sixteen, and I am pleased with that,” he commented, knowing the two Dúnedain were experienced warriors and trackers. He could use every blade or axe he could get for this quest.

“The problem now lies in how to gain entry to the mountain,” Balin said. “The front gate is sealed, and we have no means of entering to verify if Smaug is alive or not.”

“That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true,” Gandalf stated, pulling out two objects that were very familiar to the two Dúnedain.

Eruestan listened to the conversation, nibbling idly on some cheese before speaking up when he heard the wizard comment about the clues to entering the mountain being on the map, and he heard Balin and Thorin agree that the khuzdul runes that decorated the parchment were an older form that was no longer used. This would take a bit of manipulation, but he thought he could nudge the situation the right way to get them to the right scholar.

“Maps of that antiquity would require scholars who have had the time to make studies of such things,” he commented. “I know of a couple, but there’s a problem.”

“What problem would that be,” Dwalin asked, looking irritated.

“Your races have been feuding for a while, but I happen to know two people in Imladris who could take a look at that map and tell you what you’re missing. The only other person would be in Lothlórien, and that would be out of our way. I know it will make you all uncomfortable, but it would be wise speaking to Lord Elrond or Erestor in Imladris.

“Celeborn is amiable enough, but I think the company would do better with the elves of Rivendell. They’re not as rigid and formal as the elves of Lothlórien can be, and Valar knows that Mirkwood isn’t an option.”

“Elves? No, we will not take enter any elvish communities,” Thorin answered, looking furious.

Bilbo spoke up before Imrathon or Eruestan could, surprising the brothers as he brought up a point that was important for the dwarf lord to consider.

“I know dwarves can be long lived, but do you have a scholar that has lived for half a millennia or longer who might remember how to read the runes on your map? You don’t have access to the libraries of the mountains that have been the home of your people since the creation of the world,” the hobbit pointed out. “If you did, it would be easy to answer the riddle of the map. It isn’t so much as asking for help but using their knowledge to your gain.”

“They will do all they can to stop this quest,” the king-in-exile told Bilbo. “Elves have abandoned us to ruin, and I cannot jeopardize this quest.”

“You won’t be; it will take cunning and a bit of manipulation, but it can be done. As a Baggins of Bag End and nephew of the Thain, I’m aware that it’s not always the right thing to share the entire truth with the people you are working with. Granted, the spats I have to listen to as landlord are nowhere near what you or my uncle have to put up with but sometimes, it takes the right twisting of words to get what you want out of things. Hobbits are polite, but we can be rather sneaky when it comes down to it.”

“So what are you suggesting,” Balin asked, eyes alight with appreciation of their new burglar’s insight.

“We steal what we need without causing too much of a fuss; knowledge is usually freely given, especially under the right circumstances,” Bilbo answered. “Our two Dúnedain friends know who to ask in order to read the script on the map without triggering any sort of suspicion regarding the goals of our quest.”

Imrathon met Eruestan’s eyes, giving his brother a playful grin as they realized what Bilbo was hinting at. Elrond wasn’t the oldest elf in Rivendell and if luck was with them, they knew exactly who to ask.

“I think, my dear friend, we can certainly do that,” the older brother told the hobbit. “I know of one who would have that knowledge and would be willing to keep silent on what we show him.”

“Excellent,” Bilbo said with a smile, leaning back in his seat. “All we have to do is pretend to have a destination in mind, stop for supplies and relax while they get the answers to the map, and then head out without raising the suspicions of Lord Elrond. I can try to keep him distracted since he knew my mother; I can ask questions and beg for stories of her time there. I’m certain that will do the trick.”

“If not, I’m certain we can find other ways of distracting them,” Fili answered, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Gandalf shook his head, chuckling as he did so. He had thought to ask Elrond about the map, but he realized Bilbo’s plan was better than his own. Truth was, he couldn’t wait to see what distractions the dwarves and hobbit had planned for the elves while the Dúnedain gained the answers the company needed.

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