Chapter Six – Daruh Karthzarszudnu

Title: A Cursed Blessing
Pairing: Bilbo/Thorin

Summary: In time of great change a Prophet is born, selected by one of the Valar. When Bilbo is born, he had the markings of the Prophet but it was not One of the Valar that had chosen him, it was all.

Disclaimer: I am merely borrowing the characters of Tolkien; I do not own them unfortunately…

Author Note: Bold Italic is Khuzdul,
Italic is Sindarin,
Bold is Black speech and anything between }…{ is Green Tongue.


Another day had passed and thankfully they were no longer near Weathertop. The place felt all kinds of wrong to Bilbo and between the warnings from Yavanna and her explanations of the place, it didn’t sit well, especially when the boys thought it be a good joke to tease him of his fear of Orcs.

“Do not let them get to you Bilbo, they are young in this world and mean no harm.” His Mother had told him softly, running her fingers through his curls in comfort. But it did not comfort him; it made his heart ache and memories to push their way to the forefront of his mind.

Wolves and Orcs with their Wargs; running into the Shire for food and to cause death. No, it did not calm him, but he knew he was not alone in the nightmares. Thorin… Bilbo’s heart ached for the pain that the King-in-Exile went through and could understand his loss.

To be so young and fight in a war that was started for greed, so soon after the fall of Erebor. No, Bilbo knew the battle behind Moria and knew that Thrór had sent for aid to reclaim the wealth of the mountain and not security for his people. He knew that Thráin backed his father for that reason, not for the wealth. No, Thráin wished to secure a home for his people that were not built in the ruins of another kingdom slowly being swallowed by the sea.

“And I thought to myself then, there is one who I could follow. There is one I could call King.” Balin’s words echoed through his head and Bilbo had to respect them, all of them really. Thorin’s bitterness was from taking the weight of a kingdom, a lone wandering and starved kingdom, upon his shoulders far too soon. So Bilbo would allow some leniency to the rudeness that was presented to him and the others of course, them playing ignore the hobbit was due to Thorin’s attitude.

“Are you alright Master Baggins?” Ori, sweet Ori asked, his face pinched in concern.

“I am fine Master Ori, just stuck in bad memories I wished to forget.” Bilbo replied, shaking his head and dislodging the memories.

“Was it from the princes mean trick?” The scribe whispered his question, his eyes flickering to the company and back.

Bilbo scrunched his nose. “Sort of, the Shire and the people of it know the feel of Orc blades and the death they bring.” He left it at that and pushed his pony faster to ride next to Bifur in silence, each giving little bits of food here and there.

When the sun was just past midday Bilbo felt a sense of dread tingle his spine, his eyes snapping from the carving in Bifur’s hands to the trees around them. They had just reached the end of the Lone-lands and before him a few miles up the road was the last bridge that crossed the river into Trollshaw. His senses wreaked havoc as he felt the prickle on the back of his neck that screamed danger that was near muted out by the soft prickle of oncoming rain.

He didn’t even bother to explain as he ruffled through his pack and pulled out his raincoat, thankfully Bifur had joined him and in response so did Bofur and Bombur. The Brothers Ur had come to trust the hobbit, thanking him silently with friendship and extra bit of food for being a friend to their Cousin. Not many people could overlook the crazed gaze and the axe in the head, nor could many understand him but the hobbit never flinched away, nor treat him like a cloudyhead. He spoke to Bifur like he would speak to them and they respected him because of it.

Not a moment later the skies above opened and the rain seemed to pour down. Everyone scrambled to gather their raincoat, none laughing now at the hobbit that seemed to wear his raincoat in the hot sun with naught a cloud in sight. He was an odd Halfling that was for sure to many, except the Ur family and the Ri family, the others tended to treat him like a fool and an oddity.

The day had passed slowly and by the time they reached the very first tree of Trollshaw everyone was nearly waterlogged but Bilbo.

“Here, Mr. Gandalf, can’t you do something about this deluge?” Asked Dori asked the wizard from beside his brother.

“It is raining, Master Dwarf, and it will continue to rain until the rain is done. If you wish to change the weather of the world, you should find yourself another wizard.” The irritation in Gandalf’s voice could be heard by all.

This caused Bilbo to smirk, what a fine way to continue to annoy him, afterall the blasted wizard hasn’t said anything to the others about Hobbits and for a friend of his mothers, he sure disrespected her memory by allowing the company to treat him as such. “Are there any?”

Gandalf hummed distracted. “What?”

“Other wizards?” Bilbo replied, hiding his smirk. Oh he knew there were more than Gandalf, he’s known for quite some time on what Maiar walk the earth and for whom.

“There are five of us. The greatest of our order is Saruman, the White. Then there are the two Blue Wizards; you know, I’ve quite forgotten their names.” He explained with a chuckle, but deep down he was concerned, he had not seen the Ithryn Luin in a long time.

Bilbo frowned and looked over to his Mother who was tending to the trees and singing, giving them life. She would not be able to answer him, as all her focus was in giving life to the earth that had not been tended to in a very long time.

He knew of the five wizards, five sent by their Valar under Manwë’s instruction. Curunír or Saruman the White, he was the first sent to Arda and Aulë’s messenger, then there was Alatar or Morinehtar the blue who was Oromë’s messenger and of course Olórin known as Gandalf the Grey. But Varda had instructed they not be the only ones, so Yavanna begged Gandalf to take Aiwendil Radagast the Brown of course and Alatar had brought forth his friend Pallando known as Rómestámo the Blue, he was the second half of the Ithryn Luin.

“And who is the fifth?” Ori asked, shaking Bilbo from his thoughts.

“Well, that would be Radagast, the Brown.” Gandalf answered offhandedly, indulging the third youngest.

“Is he a great Wizard or is he…more like you?” Bilbo asked with a twitch of the lips, holding back his laughter as the Wizard shot him a look over his shoulder before facing the trail once more. He ignored the shocked faces of the company at his lip to the wizard.

“I think he’s a very great wizard, in his own way. He’s a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others. He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forest lands to the East, and a good thing too, for always Evil will look to find a foothold in this world.” He explained slightly offended but Bilbo didn’t care the old coot.

Everything was usually Gandalf’s fault anyway, as his mother used to say.

The rains continued well into the next day, by now Bilbo was praying to Ulmo for a break. Rain he could deal with but this was a constant pour with no sight for the ending.

“What are you doing Master Baggins?” It was surprisingly Glóin who asked him as he had his head tilted back so the rain could wash his face as he uttered his prayers.

“I am praying to Ulmo to stop this forsaken rain, two days is enough for this downpour.” Bilbo replied simply, blinking when all the company including Thorin turned to look at him in shock. “What don’t you pray to the Valar?”

“No, we only pray to our maker and sometimes the Lady.” Thorin replied slowly, unsure nearmost but Bilbo could see the familiar tilt of his lips that was always gracing his ‘You are a halfwit’ look.

“Do all hobbits pray to the Valar?” Balin asked curious and Bilbo could see Yavanna laughing, could hear her laughing as she once again tended to the trees.

“Goodness yes, we pray to Ulmo for rain come spring, we pray to our Mother for a fresh harvest and good health, we even pray to your own Aulë for strength and guidance. I pray to all the Valar, whether they hear me or not I don’t know.” He explained with a shrug and continued on, smirking as he heard the others pray to Ulmo to stop the rain, thankfully by the time they reached open field that lead up into the hills the rain finally stopped.

But with the stopped rain came the prick at the back of his neck again and the sudden urge to flee. His arm itched and he knew that where they were was not safe. He confessed his fears to the wizard, never taking his eyes off of the house, the ruined something broke through it house.

“Everything alright? Gandalf, where are you going?” He called from Myrtles side as he saw the angry wizard stomping past them.

“To seek the company of the only one around here who’s got any sense.” Gandalf shouted as he stormed towards his horse at the end of the others, still tacked.

“Who’s that?” Bilbo shouted after him as he narrowed his eyes and looked towards the east where he knew Rivendell rested.

“Myself, Mr. Baggins!” He yelled back annoyed before muttering. “I’ve had enough of dwarves for one day.”


Trolls, of course it had to be bloody trolls.

‘If you run into trouble, hoot twice like a barn owl, once like a brown owl’ indeed, he huffed.

Of course Bofur asked if he could deliver the boys their dinner and doing Valar knows what, they lost the ponies. They lost the ponies to trolls. Just what on Arda were they doing to miss a bloody Valar forsake TROLL?

So they shoved him forward, taking their dinner and demanding as their burglar to steal back their ponies. Lucky he kept his weapons with him at all times for if he didn’t, he knew they would have pushed him out defenceless. It didn’t help that the trees screamed in pain back where the ponies were.

With a grumble Bilbo moved, thankful to his swift footedness from Nessa as he made his way quickly and silently to where the Ponies were and trying not to gag at the smell of the trolls. He could hear the ponies whinnying as he grew closer and pulled out his dagger, making soft soothing noises as he got to them.

“I need you to go back to the other ponies when I release you.” He whispered, patting his beloved pony softly before quickly cutting the ropes, his head snapping around as Kíli charged from the trees along with the others of the company.

“Peace my little one, you must help them.” Yavanna whispered softly as she crouched by his side and pressed her hand into the earth. Below her hands grew the flowers and berries of his mother namesake, a devious smile upon his lips and his Mothers.

“Don’t bother cooking them. Let’s just sit on them and squash them into jelly.” One troll – let’s call him Sneezy stated.

By now the Dwarrow’s were stripped of their weapons, half tied to a spit while the other half were tied up in bags. Bilbo felt his stomach roll, his heart clenching as he stood to his full height and clutched the poison in his palms. They may be corrupted creatures and this is the curse of Nienna’s blessing, he felt emotion for all that walked Arda, much less orcs and whatnot mind you but Trolls were lesser of evils in the darkness of the world.

“Wait! You are making a terrible mistake.” He called out, clenching his eyes tightly and opening them before stepping into view.

The three trolls, Chef, Sneezy and Brute all turned to look at him in confusion while the others shouted and demanded him to run. Well, ordered him to run but run he will not. He felt his body jerk when he felt his Mother and Father’s hands rest upon his shoulders giving him strength.

“Who are you?” Brute asked as he rotated the Dwarrow over the fire.

“I’m the chef around these parts, I stumbled across your campsite as I heard dwarves yelling and screaming.” Bilbo explained, his nose twitching at the violation of his senses when the chef leant down in front of him.

“An’ wot you think is wrong?” He asked, poking the little chef with his meaty finger.

“The seasoning is all wrong, have you smelt them?” He demanded, gesturing to the company as a whole and ignoring their shouts of indignation and ire. “You’re going to need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up.”

“QUIET! He’s delaying them! The sun is on the horizion!” Bifur yelled furiously while his Cousin translated it into normal Khuzdul for them all.

Nori nodded vigorously as he saw the plants in the hobbits hands as he rotated around. “He’s carrying deadly nightshade, enough to kill three trolls if the sun doesn’t come quick enough!”

The company stilled and snapped their eyes to their burglar who indeed held the plants tightly in his little hands. His whole demeanor was wrong to many of them, he stood with his head held high as he argued with the trolls and his voice did not shake in fear like they thought he would. But he seemed to stand taller in the golden glow of the fire more than normal, his face set in a mask of seriousness, his shoulders back and they for a blink of a second could see two people stand behind him before vanishing.

“Well I have the right herbs for you to use, just put it in your stew and let it steep before throwing them in, trust me the taste will be much better, my Mothers secret recipe.” Bilbo explained with a wide smile that may seem friendly to the Trolls but the company could see the sharp lines of the hobbits face. He was showing too much teeth to be a smile of friendliness.

“What a load of rubbish! I’ve eaten plenty with their skins on. Scuff them, I say, boots and all.” Brute scoffed annoyed as he stilled the pike.

“E’s right! But I want to see if the little chef is correct. The stew be bland for smelly dwarves.” Sneezy supplied and that was that, Chef snatched the plants from Bilbo’s hands and shoved it into the stew and waited, all the while arguing with the others.

“Oh, this is nice.” Sneezy hummed as he took a sip of the stew, causing what Bilbo had hoped and pray for, the other two demanded to try.

Bilbo moved, ignoring the Dwarrow’s once more as they stared at him stunned at his speed before the ones on the spit found themselves falling into the fire yelping, only to quiet as the hobbit snapped at them.

Be quiet, you’re Dwarrow, you don’t feel the flames this cold.’ Honestly it shocked all the company at that as twirled around and avoided the gasping trolls.

“The dawn will take you all!” Gandalf’s booming voice resonated in the small camp and with it came light. But it mattered not as the Trolls were already dead and it left Bilbo standing in the middle looking unimpressed up at the wizard, the sense of doom now gone.

“Took your time.” Bilbo gritted out between clenched teeth, his eyes narrowed in displeasure at the wizard. Huffing when the blasted wizard did nothing but smirk at him in return.

Author Note: Well I wanted to do something different for the troll scene, next will be some Thorin thoughts and Nori and Bilbo talk about the nightshade.You’ll also have to imagine Yavanna and Aule standing behind Bilbo with the hue of the flames casting their golden glow! I think it would be a spectacular image to see.

I’m still deciding if Fíli and Kíli’s adad is still alive or not also and who to pair the boys with, not a fan of Tauriel.

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