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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 – Thank you so much for your patience with this story. I have been haunted by “Mending the Broken Pieces,” which is a Bagginshield story that has been demanding my attention lately. I appreciate your patience, though I think Mom’ll tear my head off if I keep her waiting much longer lol.

The weapon Bilbo is using is known as a flail, which comes in several forms, but his has a spiked ball at the end of the chain. This weapon has been misnamed by others as a “morning star,” but my research calls a morning star something else entirely. The spiked ball is what is misleading!

Disclaimer – I do not own “Supernatural” or “the Hobbit.” I don’t make money from this story either.

Chapter Six – The Adventure Begins

The next morning, the group slowly vacated Bag End and headed towards the farm where the horses and ponies were stabled. Bilbo had drawn quite a bit of attention when Gandalf and the dwarrow realized the hobbit was armed.

Due to the friendship Imrathon and his brother had struck with the Baggins family after coming to Arda, they’d had time and permission from Belladonna to ensure Bilbo had the ability to defend himself during his walking holidays and the quest that would come to him later in life. The brothers had instructed him in archery as well as the use of a flail. Once he had mastered the weapons and reached his full height, they had gifted him the weapons that would last him a lifetime with the proper care.

From the times they had seen Bilbo after his coming of age, the hobbit had continued practicing faithfully and tended to the weapons and gear every night to ensure they were taken care of. The brothers always sparred with him to help him keep his skills from growing rusty, and the trio had found it rather fun to spar with each other.

The wizard had been stunned at the sight of the weapons, but the dwarrow had been more interested in the melee weapon Bilbo carried. The flail was well crafted and had a large spiked ball at the end of the chain; it was certainly a weapon none of them had expected to see.

“Do you know how to use that,” Dwalin asked as they headed down the road to the Grubb’s farm.

“I’ve been training with it for decades,” Bilbo answered amiably. “It suits me quite well, I think. Imrathon helped me choose the right weapon for close ranged fights, and they gifted this one and my bow to me when I came of age.”

“May I see it,” the burly dwarf asked, taking it when the hobbit offered it to him.

The bald dwarf looked over the weapon, then grinned. He’d spotted the maker’s mark and recognized it immediately.

“Well, at least we know it’ll last a long time and hold up in battle,” he announced. “Thorin, it’s one of yours.”

The dwarf lord paused, extending a hand to his friend and taking the weapon. Blue eyes looked over the flail, spotting his mark.

“I remember this; Dis told me she’d had a message asking for this particular weapon and gave me the measurements needed. It surprised me because it’s rare to be asked for something like this,” he commented, examining the flail carefully. “You have treated it well, Master Baggins.”

Bilbo grinned, taking the weapon back and holstering it properly.

“A good weapon has to be maintained in order to work effectively,” he answered, quoting Imrathon. “I never thought I’d need it, but it looks like it might be useful on this journey.”

“Indeed,” Thorin told him.

“Any good with the bow,” Kili asked, glad to see another archer in the party outside of the two Dúnedain with them.

“Hobbits have good eyesight,” the curly haired male replied. “I can hit a bird from a tree from a range of twenty feet or thereabouts.”

“Bilbo took to the bow quicker than he did the flail,” Eruestan shared. “We hunt together when we come to visit, and he spots targets faster than we do. It was a bit of a challenge to design a bow that would have enough power to damage creatures larger than him; hobbits are only slightly smaller than dwarrow but aren’t as strong. We ended up having to present the problem to a bowyer in Rivendell in order to have the right one made for him.”

“Your bow was made in Rivendell,” Kili questioned, continuing after Bilbo nodded. “May I have a look at it tonight after we make camp? I’m curious as to how different dwarven bows are to elvish ones.”

“Of course,” the hobbit agree. “Maybe we can do some hunting together when time allows? Outside of their visits, I usually hunt alone and it can be rather lonely at times.”

“I understand that; it’s why I usually take Fili with me,” the dark haired male answered, falling into step beside Bilbo. “That and he worries I’ll get lost. I tell him that it’s Uncle Thorin who has that habit, but he swears that since I look a bit like uncle, I’ll have gotten his direction issues too.”

“Big brothers like to worry,” Eruestan told him. “Imrathon has been that way since we were children, and I doubt that it’ll ever fade. I don’t mind though, we seem to take turns saving each other’s backsides.”

“Both like to get into trouble,” Fili asked.

“More like trouble finds us,” Imrathon shared. “We were pretty mischievous as children whenever we could get away from our father’s eyes for a while. Sometimes, I’m not sure who leads the other into trouble.”

Eruestan chuckled, shaking his head as they took the turn up to the Grubb’s door. When they got to the door, Bilbo knocked politely and sent Faldo off for his father when the lad answered.

“Master Bilbo,” Falco greeted. “Good morning to you, sir.”

“Good morning,” the tawny haired hobbit greeted. “My friends here have their ponies and horses stabled with you.”

“That they do,” he stated. “They’re in the paddock for the moment; the pasture is being mowed, and I didn’t want them startled by the hands working out there.”

Bilbo smiled, pressing something into Falco’s hand before turning towards the paddock in question. The company followed after the older hobbit refused payment from the dwarrow, stating the other hobbit had taken care of it.

The group groomed the horses and then saddled them, getting all of the supplies loaded onto the backs of the ponies chosen for that particular purpose.

Imrathon boosted Bilbo into the saddle, then adjusted the stirrups for him so he would be able to ride in comfort. As he worked, Eruestan gave a quiet lesson on how to ride, ensuring their friend knew how to make the pony do as he wanted her to do.

Once everyone was mounted, Thorin began leading the company out of the Shire, heading east. The two Dúnedain rode near the back of the column, knowing the territory was safe and their skills wouldn’t be required for the moment. They stayed quiet, watching as Bilbo chatted with a few of the company members.

“I think it went better than what was portrayed,” Eruestan commented in English, knowing the conversation wouldn’t be understood.

“Yeah, it did. I really thought there would be problems. Truthfully, it makes me nervous because nothing starts out smooth for us.”

“Let’s hope it’s the Valar watching out for us,” the younger brother replied. “I don’t want to start off worrying myself sick over what could go wrong.”

“We know what went wrong in the books and movies,” Imrathon told him. “We just have to make sure each problem is approached in a way that doesn’t put them at as much risk. It’ll be impossible to make it risk free so we’ll have to really keep an eye on things.”

“Any idea on what to do about the pest problem,” Eruestan asked since that was a serious issue.

“We get the black arrow from Bard and go in. One of us will try to get the dragon to rear up to reveal the weak spot, and the other will shoot him. After that, keep them out of the mountain until the wizard arrives to ensure the treasure isn’t contaminated,” the elder brother answered. “Might keep the gold sickness from happening.”

“Something needs to be done about that stone too,” the hazel eyed male added. “I am not unconvinced it and the ring the king wore before the mountain fell didn’t have something to do with the sickness he fell under.”

“You’re probably right; I’m glad that ring isn’t a problem,” Imrathon nodded. “Might sneak the stone out and drop it into the volcano with the other ring that’ll pop up in the Misty Mountains.”

“It’s a plan,” Eruestan agreed. “Might be too simple but sometimes, simple is what’s needed instead of having something intricate planned. If it’s too detailed, things can go wrong simply because it’s too complicated.”

“We’ve learned that all too well over the years,” the green eyed male commented. “I think we’ll stick with that game plan until the mountain is safe, and then we’ll come up with another for the ring issue. If the wizard decides to hold a counsel, we insist it’s either in the mountain or in Lothlórien. I have no desire to try to cross the Misty Mountains with that blasted fallen wizard trying to catch us, and we both know he will hear of the counsel and realize something is wrong.”

“We’ll have to do something about him and make sure he doesn’t go into the Shire like he did in the books,” Eruestan growled, remembering that part.

“I nearly forgot about that,” his brother grumbled. “Right, we may have to see if we can get the Vala he serves to intervene so no innocent is harmed by him.”

“Lady Vairë or Lady Varda might be willing to intercede with Mahal and see if He can’t do something about the wizard problem,” the younger one suggested, reminding him of the Valië that had brought them to Arda.

“We can try to pray or something to get their attention so we can ask,” Imrathon agreed. “I can’t see them saying no since hobbits are the most innocent of the people in Middle Earth.”

“I guess we’ve got ourselves a plan then.”

“Yeah, provided a certain dwarf king’s temper doesn’t flare up or the stubbornness of dwarrow decide to mess everything up,” the elder brother commented, making his sibling laugh.

All in all, it was good to have some form of plan to handle the events that were coming up. The brothers simply hoped they could keep to the plan and not have something screw it up. Knowing their luck, it was distinctly possible they would have to remake plans due to complications.

Author’s End Note – I hope everyone enjoyed this. We’ll see if the plan holds or not; it can be difficult to make plans due to the curiosity of hobbits and dwarves as well as the stubbornness of said dwarves as well. See everyone next time, Laran.
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