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Hunting Erebor	By : LadyLaran Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 1898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note – You guys are amazing; the responses to the last chapter were great and very inspiring. I’ve gotten a bit stuck on working on “Mending the Broken Pieces,” which is my female Bilbo and Thorin story. It’s been haunting me day and night so it makes it difficult to focus on my other projects. Add to that, I had my disability hearing Friday and am now playing the worry waiting game until I hear what the judge has to say on it.

Upon reflection, I’m adjusting the time line and age of Bilbo a bit. Since the Winchesters have been in Arda for nearly twenty years, I’m having them meet Bilbo when he was a tween (about 21 years of age). Bungo died during the Fell Winter, which is when they meet the Baggins family and befriended them while keeping the Shire safe. Bilbo himself is going to be 40 instead of 50 here because I wanted the Winchesters to be there during part of his formative years.

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” or “Supernatural,” and I do not make any money from this story.

Chapter Seven – Hunting and History

Even with the aid of the mounts, the company did not reach the borders of the Shire that night. So when the group stopped to make camp, Eruestan took care of Bilbo’s pony so he and Kili could hunt game for that night’s dinner. The hobbit and dwarf informed Thorin before slipping away from the company to see what they could find.

Bilbo moved quietly through the grass, sharp eyes looking for any sign of tracks. He was aware of Kili moving next to him, but the young dwarf made no sound either. He’d been worried about that since the dwarves of the company were not the quietest when they moved. The hobbit had a feeling it was due to the heavy boots and equipment all of them wore.

Blue eyes widened slightly when he spotted a familiar looking set of tracks and lightly touched the other archer’s arm before pointing them out.

“Deer,” Kili breathed out.

“A small herd I believe,” he murmured. “Let’s see if we can find them; we won’t want to thin them out too much, but one or two would be enough to feed the company.”

The dwarf nodded, and the pair followed the tracks to find a small herd of deer drinking from a stream. Bilbo quietly pointed out the one he was going to go after, and Kili indicated the one he would try to take down as well. The two they had singled out would not harm the herd’s ability to continue to grow, and both silently drew arrows from their quivers.

Within seconds, the pair of them had moved into the right positions to take down their targets and arrows soon flew to strike down the pair of deer that had been marked as their quarry. Both animals dropped, and the herd ran off to evade the predators.

Bilbo emerged from his hiding place, going to the doe he had chosen. He ended the animal’s life by using a dagger he kept hidden, then pulled the arrow from the carcass to be cleaned later once they had brought the deer back to camp to be cooked.

“Nice shot,” Kili called from his own kill.

“Same to you,” he called back, slinging his bow properly. “We’ll need to clean these near camp; a day of rain will wash the scent away here but not if we clean them. I’ve no wish to disturb any other animals who use this stream for water.”

The dwarf agreed, knowing the hobbit was right and the pair soon slung their kills over their shoulders and headed back to camp.

Both Imrathon and Eruestan were happy to see the looks of surprise on the faces of the company when their friend entered the camp with Kili. Both archers were carrying a deer, and it seemed the dwarrow were rather shocked to see Bilbo carting the carcass with ease.

“Hobbits must be stronger than they look,” Imrathon heard Dwalin comment to Balin.

“They’re a farming people for the most part,” the older ranger told the sons of Fundin. “Even Bilbo, who is a landowner and from a noble family, does a lot of heavy lifting in regards to his gardens and the training he does with his weapons only helped to strengthen him further.”

Eruestan took Bilbo’s burden from him while Fili claimed Kili’s kill, and the two slipped away from camp to clean the two carcasses and allow the hunters a chance to clean themselves and their weapons.

“Master Baggins took most of the company by surprise,” the fair haired dwarf commented as they set to work on cleaning the kill.

“Bilbo has the knack for doing that,” Eruestan replied, knives cutting into the carcass he was working on. “My brother and I met him when he was younger, and he delighted in trying to catch us off guard when he could. He’s a very intelligent person, is quick on his feet, and he learned what we had to teach him rather swiftly.”

“My uncle was not exactly pleased when Tharkûn insisted on including a hobbit in the company,” the prince shared. “If Master Baggins continues to contribute as he has, I think he’ll have an easier time of gaining acceptance from the older dwarrow.”

“I’ve noticed the older ones tend to be more suspicious,” Eruestan commented. “It took Dis a few days before she accepted my brother and me, but she’s been a loyal friend ever since. I think Bilbo will find true friendships here once the company loses their distrust of anyone who is not a dwarf.”

“My people haven’t exactly had good reason to not be suspicious of strangers,” Fili began, blinking when the Dúnadan stopped him by raising a bloody hand.

“The dwarrow of Durin’s Folk have not had an easy time of it since losing Erebor,” the ranger told him. “My brother and I are aware of it and have done what we can to help whenever possible. We ensured Bilbo was informed of the difficulties your people have had over the years, and he knows what to expect. He’s stronger than he looks, Master Fili, so give him time to prove himself. My brother and I believe he will earn the friendship of each member of the company before the journey’s end.”

“You have a lot of faith in him,” the dwarf replied, looking up at the Dúnadan with a questioning expression on his face.

“Imrathon and I met him when he was twenty-one,” Eruestan shared. “The winter was a very hard one, coming too early and disrupting the harvest schedule for the hobbits. My brother and I were assigned by our chieftain to protect the Shire during the winter, and our troop scattered throughout the Shire in order to ensure protection for each portion of it. We were given Hobbiton and since the Baggins family home is prepared to host the big folk, Bungo and Belladonna invited us to stay with them when we ended our patrols.

“Bilbo helped his fellow hobbits by bringing what supplies that could be spared to those less fortunate than his family to their smials, braving the cold and wild animals that invaded the Shire. He and his parents helped rally defense of their homes when attacks happened that had our troop scattered all over the place. He was just a tween when he killed his first wolf, trying to protect his father even though he was injured as well, and it took him a long while to work through the grief and guilt when he realized Bungo had been injured too badly to survive longer than a few days. My brother and I did all we could to help him, but our skills are not at the level of Lord Elrond’s when it comes to healing.”

Eruestan paused, swallowing to try to loosen the tightness of his throat before continuing.

“Bilbo blamed himself but not once did he or Belladonna become angry at the Dúnedain for their losses. In fact, they argued that we had done our best, helping everyone hold out until more of the Dúnedain could reach the Shire. Our numbers had been stretched thin as all of Eriador had been covered by the horrid winter that year.”

Fili blinked, realizing that they had been wrong in their assumptions about the hobbit. Thorin and Dwalin both believed Master Baggins had not faced adversity, and he knew he would have to talk to them about what the Dúnadan had shared with him.

“If he is as brave and clever as you say he is, I am glad Master Baggins joined the company. I’ll talk to my brother about this and see if we can’t make things move faster in regards to him finding acceptance and a place within the company.”

“I hope they will listen to you,” Eruestan answered, finishing up with his task. “I am done here. You?”

“Finished as well,” Fili replied, setting the bloody knives aside to be cleaned and burying the parts of the animals that could not be used.

The pair of them soon rejoined the camp to pass the meat to Bombur to be cooked, going off to clean themselves up so they could relax for the rest of the evening. They returned a few moments later to find Bilbo chatting with the heavy dwarf as the pair prepared the evening meal.

Eruestan sat beside his brother, pulling a whetstone from his pocket and began sharpening the knives he’d used to clean and butcher the deer Bilbo had killed. He hummed softly as he worked, listening to the conversation that flowed around the camp.

“I did a bit of a patrol earlier while you were playing with deer guts,” Imrathon murmured in English. “No signs of orcs so far.”

“That’s good to know,” he answered back in the same language. “If at all possible, it would be wise to put an end to a certain orc before we reach the other side of the Misty Mountains. It would make things easier.”

“What of said orc’s son,” his brother asked, remembering Bolg was also a serious problem that would bite them in the ass if they didn’t find a way to take care of him as well.

“In the movie, he didn’t cross the company’s path until Laketown but only after most of them had gone on to the mountain,” Eruestan commented, contemplating the problem. “I’ve no wish to go anywhere near where the necromancer is, and that’s where the creature will go before heading to Laketown to try to hunt down his targets.”

“So we’re stuck waiting for him to cross our path since we don’t dare leave the company,” Imrathon frowned. “Which brings up another issue we hadn’t given much thought to.”

“What’s that?”

“Trolls,” he reminded him. “The swords in their hoard will be needed in the future, but we need to ensure no one gets hurt when those three show up.”

“Son of a bitch,” the younger brother swore, setting his knife down to look at the other.

“Forgot about that, didn’t you,” he asked with a note of amusement in his voice.

“I was sort of focused on the bigger issues,” he admitted, giving a rueful smile to his brother. “Truth is, they get through it without injury so it never really crossed my mind.”

“With us there, we run the risk of more problems since our luck tends to be a fickle thing. I would like to keep our good friend from being used as kleenex this time around.”

“Knowing him, he’d agree with you,” Eruestan frowned. “I guess we could go scouting and discover the problem. The thing is can this group, with us included, take out three fully grown mountain trolls?”

“Depends on the terrain,” the elder commented. “If it’s close quarters, we run a higher risk of someone being caught or hurt. If we have more room, we can divide them up and handle them that way.”

“Worse comes to worse, Bilbo can give them cooking lessons again.”

“Yeah, I’m not so sure the skin them first comment will win any points with this group,” Imrathon pointed out. “The younger ones are accepting of him, but the older ones are still very standoffish with him. I don’t like that; this group needs to be a fully cohesive unit before we leave Rivendell. Otherwise, we’re going to have serious problems when a certain pack catches up.”

“Reminds me, which one of us is going with Bilbo when it’s time to find the ring,” Eruestan asked.

“I’ll go,” he answered. “Bilbo didn’t kill him the last time, and I am not going to leave things to chance when it comes to that awful creature. If he’s allowed to live, he could end up following and jeopardizing both the quest for the mountain and to the volcano to take care of that stupid ring.”

“You’re right; we need to keep everyone safe, and we both know that Gollum won’t care about anything other than the ring. He’ll do anything to get it back, and the lives of the company are too important to put at risk. Bilbo won’t like it,” he reminded his elder brother.

“We’ll tell him the truth of what happened during the final books,” the green eyed male stated. “I have no doubt he’ll do what he can to protect his family; he won’t have to do it. I’ll take care of the damned bastard so Bilbo won’t have to.”

“He may surprise us, I don’t know. Question, since our friend is fully armed, what should happen with Sting?”

Imrathon drew out a breath, thinking on the question. As he did so, his gaze moved to scan the members of the company before alighting on one particular dwarf.

“There’s one member of the company who isn’t properly armed,” he finally answered. “Sting will go to him, and I’ll go to the king to override his brothers if they try to object.”

“I still have no idea why he was allowed to join without some form of protection,” Eruestan agreed. “A slingshot is good for hunting birds and a few other things but not for what we’re going to face. You might have to get someone to override the brothers but then again, you may be able to appeal to their need to protect since you’re an older brother yourself.”

Imrathon nodded, knowing what the other was referring to. He’d been on the fence about teaching his brother how to defend himself and hunt. It had taken Bobby reminding him that his sibling needed to be able to protect himself if they were ever separated, and that had frightened him into teaching the younger one everything he could to ensure he wouldn’t be harmed. It had been one of the best decisions he’d made because he knew his brother was the one he could always count on to ensure his back was protected.

“Right, I’ll have a chat with the two later and see what I can do. In the meantime, we’ll just carry on as we have and do our best to keep everyone safe.”

The two brothers sent what prayers they could to the Valar, asking for strength and wisdom to get everyone through this in one piece. With dwarrow and a curious hobbit as members of the company, they could use all the help they could get!

Author’s End Note - Well, Mom’s happy with the chapter so that means it can go up. She’s an awesome beta, and I use her for a sounding board for most of my writing projects. She’s always up to listen, suggest ideas to help the tale flow better, and beta read – even if the story isn’t in a fandom she likes. So major kudos for the most awesome mom in the world! I hope you enjoyed this as much as she did. Thanks for reading, and see you next chapter. ~ Laran
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