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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 - It took a while to get this one done, and I hope it reads all right. It’s difficult keeping a balance since I know my beta wants Eruestan and Imrathon to shine a bit more, but it’s an ensemble story. I just hope I can keep her and everyone else happy without disrupting my vision for this tale. We’ll see how it goes. I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer – I do not own “Supernatural” or “The Hobbit.” The two are owned by other people, and I don’t make money from this story.

Chapter Nine – Hoard and Chase

When the cave containing the hoard of the trolls was found, Eruestan went in with the company to see if he could spot the blade that Bilbo had used in the books and movies. Since his friend was well armed, he and Imrathon had decided to gift it to Ori since the scribe desperately needed a weapon that would do more to protect himself than a slingshot would.

His brother had pulled him aside as they had searched for the cave, quickly telling him about how the talk with Dori had gone. The dwarf hadn’t been too thrilled with the idea of allowing his brother to be trained in fighting but also knew that he and Nori couldn’t always be there to protect their youngest sibling. The culture of the dwarrow was such that everyone understood how to use a weapon because of how dangerous their lives had been since their creation, and it was due to that understanding as well as Imrathon sharing his own misgivings when his brother had been old enough to be trained to fight.

When the dwarf had heard the Dúnadan's edited story, he had sighed and nodded, thanking him for honoring him with the tale of his past as well as being compassionate enough to ensure that Ori had the means to defend himself on this difficult journey. Imrathon had acknowledged the gratitude and reminded him that he would help where he could as well.

Both brothers were rather pleased with the decision, and Eruestan had the unfortunate duty of finding Ori a weapon while his brother spoke to the scribe about the necessity of learning how to fight. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure which of them had the most difficult task since there was a great deal of treasure and refuse littering the ground. The smell made things even more difficult and annoying, and he was grateful he’d been exposed to worse smells over the years or he’d be throwing up right about now.

The Dúnadan could hear Thorin and Gandalf discuss the swords near the back of the cave while he kept his eyes on the ground. Moments later, he found the sheathed blade and picked it up, smiling when he recognized the markings on the metal. This was the sword he’d been looking for.

“A bit small for you, isn’t it,” Dwalin asked, standing not too far from the ranger’s position.

“I think it’d be about the right size for Ori,” Eruestan answered as he examined the blade. “A slingshot is good for hunting but not much else. He needs something to defend himself if we run into more adversaries, which is very likely considering how far it is to Erebor from here.”

“It’s a good idea now that the lad’s brother agrees. It surprised me that Dori asked for training for his brother since it’s well known how protective they are of the laddie,” the dwarf commented.

“Imrathon spoke to him about it,” the taller warrior told him. “He somewhat understands Dori’s worries about letting Ori train since Imrathon went through the same thing when I started learning how to fight.”

“I’ll let Thorin know that the change of heart is genuine,” Dwalin said. “He’s been worrying about the same thing when Kili pointed out the slingshot the other day. There wasn’t a reason to bring it up until we reached a place where we could arm the lad properly.”

“I’m glad we weren’t the only ones to notice,” Eruestan told him. “I should get this out to them and help convince Ori that learning to use this is necessary.”

“If he looks like he wants to say no, have him talk to Thorin,” the bald dwarf told the ranger. “He’ll get him to change his mind.”

Eruestan nodded, heading out to find his brother. He was still talking to Ori, who had a stubborn look on his face, and the younger Dúnadan had a feeling that the discussion was not going well at all.

“I found something that will work,” he said, handing the sword to Ori.

“What’s this?”

“A weapon for you to use to protect yourself and your brothers with,” he said, catching his attention. “You see, protection goes both ways. Once you’re trained up, you can help protect Nori and Dori, watch their backs for them.”

“I didn’t think of it that way,” the scribe admitted, looking at the sword with more respect now.

“Sometimes, big brothers forget that the younger ones can help with protecting too. It’s up to us to remind them that we’re just as capable as they are,” Eruestan said, making Imrathon laugh.

“You think I can do it?”

“Both of us believe it,” the elder told Ori. “You’re smart and determined. I have a feeling you’ll be a quick learner.”

The dwarf was quiet for a moment, then put the sword onto his belt and looked up at the two men.

“I’ll take the lessons from Mister Dwalin,” he said. “Thank you both for pushing me on this. I guess I got to believing that I couldn’t help my brothers because I’m not as strong as they are.”

“You have strength, Ori. It’s just a matter of finding it,” Imrathon told him, making him smile and nod.

Before Ori or Eruestan could respond, there was the disturbance that signaled the arrival of Radagast the Brown. The two Dúnedain exchanged looks, knowing things were about to get a bit more hectic. Both of them remembered what the Istar carried and shuddered, knowing what this meant and how much was at stake.

“I don’t understand how a certain wizard could disregard the report when that thing hits the table,” Imrathon said to his brother in English.

“He’s already corrupted,” Eruestan replied. “We will need to figure out what to do with him before he decides to march on the Shire.”

“Set the council on him maybe,” the elder said. “I’m not sure yet; I’ll plan for it once we have the mountain back under the control of the dwarves.”

“It’s not something to let sit for long though,” he reminded his brother, who nodded grimly.

“I know; trust me, I haven’t forgotten him,” Imrathon said. “The hard part is keeping our thoughts to ourselves around a certain elf lady if she gets there early.”

All of them were diverted from their thoughts and conversations when a rough howl filled the air and all of the conversations going on in the small clearing stopped.

“Was that a wolf? Are there wolves here,” Bilbo asked, drawing his bow and an arrow.

“No, that’s not a wolf,” Bofur answered nervously.

Something made the hobbit turn and seconds later, two arrows caused the warg to hit the ground lifelessly. Bilbo and Kili had sent their arrows flying less than a second apart.

Thorin, Dwalin, and Bifur had dispatched the last warg, and the king-in-exile looked very unhappy when he turned to face his company.

“Warg scout, which means an orc pack is not far behind,” he announced.

“Who did you tell,” Gandalf asked, staring at Thorin.

“Oh for Durin’s sake, does it matter,” Fili asked. “We’ve no idea how far behind the pack is from these scouts. We need to leave now!”

The ponies were soon saddled, and the company set off while Radagast went ahead to draw the pack away from their trail. The two brothers stayed close to the group, knowing that the pack would eventually be drawn away from the wizard and focus their attentions once more on the dwarrow they had been tracking.

It became a mad dash when the wargs began howling, signaling that the company’s scent had been picked up. The ponies and horses ran hard, trying to put distance between them and the ones hunting them. Shouts of encouragement and warnings could be heard between the group as they followed Gandalf.

Both Dúnedain recognized where they were, and they shared a look since they knew Thorin wouldn’t be too pleased despite knowing they had to get the map read by someone who knew what to look for. The two brothers weren’t happy either because this upcoming meeting wouldn’t be one that would be enjoyable for anyone. They just hoped that tempers wouldn’t flair up.

Their thoughts were disrupted by a familiar sounding horn, and Imrathon called out to the ones ahead of them.

“Keep going,” he shouted when it looked like Thorin was going to start reigning his mount back in.

The elvish hunting party overtook them, going straight to attack the orcs and wargs following the company. Shrieks of pain were heard as arrows sliced through the foul creatures, and the company just kept moving for a while before slowing down to allow their mounts a chance to catch their breaths and cool off.

“You know where we are,” Thorin asked Eruestan, who nodded.

“Not far from Rivendell,” he answered. “The hunting party behind us looked to have Lord Elrond in their ranks so chances are good they were riding out to greet us when he realized we were being pursued.”

The king-in-exile sighed, grinding his teeth for a moment before nodding. He knew that this had to happen, but he wasn’t pleased about it at all. The dwarf lord calmed himself, keeping an eye on his company, and he managed to keep a cool demeanor when the elvish hunting party caught up with them.

“Mithrandir, I had not expected to find orcs on our borders,” the elf lord greeted, nodding to Eruestan and Imrathon, who returned the nod.

“We had not exactly expected to be hunted,” Gandalf replied. “It was not something we wanted either considering the long night my companions had.”

“Long night,” Elrond questioned as the combined group began heading towards the elvish home.

The Istar shared what had happened the night before, telling the story in animated tones that kept the listeners enthralled. Even the company, who had lived through the events, were captivated by the wizard’s tale.

The elf lord looked concerned, frowning as he realized just how far these monsters were from their natural habitats. This was rather alarming and something he would have to think on.

“I would be honored to examine the blades you recovered to see if they have been named,” he offered, not revealing how much the story had bothered him.

“We would like that very much,” Gandalf said, hand patting the hilt of the sword belted at his waist. “They are very old, and it was surprising to find them in the hoard.”

“I find it to be the same,” Elrond agreed, blinking a bit when he spotted the hobbit discussing something quietly with the dwarf lord.

“Lord Elrond,” Thorin began after finishing the quick discussion with Bilbo. “Master Baggins here came into possession of a map that belongs to my people, and he returned it to me when he realized what it was that he had. It’s one of the few relics we have of our old home, and I am curious if there is anything that our scholars missed.”

“My mother often mentioned you had great knowledge of the dwarrow culture,” Bilbo said, pulling Elrond’s attention back to him. “So I suggested that Master Thorin bring it to you in order to see if there’s anything that might be important to the future generations. There’s a lot of empty room for a map, and I find that quite odd.”

“I would be honored,” the elf answered. “Your mother, Master Baggins?”

“Belladonna Took,” the hobbit replied.

“Oh truly? She had written of having a child and the joys she was experiencing raising a half-Took who seemed more Took than Baggins,” Elrond chuckled. “I was away when she passed and was unable to attend her funeral. My family and I were sorrowed to hear of her passing and could not return in time.”

“I understand; she wouldn’t have wanted you to put yourself at risk for that,” he shared. “I’m just glad I am finally able to meet her friends here.”

“As we are to have you,” Elrond said. “All of you are welcome to rest in my home until you are ready to continue on with whatever journey you are on.”

“You have my thanks,” Thorin answered.

Imrathon looked at his brother, who grinned at him. That went better than expected!

Author’s End Note - I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. I’m not 100% happy with it, but it got them to Rivendell. Bilbo and Thorin took me by surprise by that sneaky little plot, but I’m not going to argue with them lol. By the way, I am now on tumblr under ladylaran so if you have an account there, give me a follow. I will post update announcements and pictures that apply to my stories. Thank you for reading, and please let me know what you thought of the chapter. See everyone next week! ~Laran
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