Chapter Three – Amzâmu id-uzbad

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.

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He was furious, flustered and well beyond furious. The Dwarrow had come but only so far the two to arrive first, the star haired and his brothers along with the one with the axe in his head, had done as he asked.

The rest… tracked mud through his home, scratched the carvings in the door from their weapons and nearly knocked over a few breakable things and were now devouring his food and throwing it. A soft whine escaped his lips as mashed potato splattered the walls beside him, Yavanna as he could see was a mix between furious and amused as well as she watched.

“Are you alright Mister Boggins?” One of the youngest asked, Kíli.

Dear Aulë, control your children and give me strength. He prayed silently before shaking his head sharply to the one that had scraped his boots on his mother’s glory box, the thing Old Took had made for her on the day of her birth.

“Excuse me.” He muttered to the youngest before slipping from the room and into the kitchen, the counters now full were bare and the pantry pillaged for any morsel of food as if Bilbo didn’t cook them enough. That was another that had bothered him, the food leftover was to be his own dinner and the others had taken it.

“Gandalf.” Bilbo muttered, turning around glaring at the wizard. “This is your fault. I offered them food and they take what was to be my own dinner.”

“Bilbo it’s a merry gathering, they haven’t seen…” Gandalf tried to start before snapping his mouth shut at the intensive glare.

“No Gandalf! I made them food, fed them out of my own pocket and asked them to do three simple things. I am hungry just as much as they; I have not eaten since lunch and have skipped three meals already! Yet they waste my food by throwing it? I know what Dwarrow are like Gandalf and I know that this is beyond their normal but this is a grievous insult to throw food in ones halls not their own!” He hissed before sighing as he saw Ori and Bifur at the door, their eyes wide as they took in the empty pantry and kitchen.

Ori pulled his plate closer to him ashamed; he too had thrown food and though it got him yelled at by Dori and surprisingly Nori… “I’m sorry Master Baggins, I too was throwing the food around.”

“It’s alright Master Ori, you are young but the others know better. What can I help you with?” Bilbo asked suddenly tired, too tired to even care to be hungry. He relaxed even further when Mother began to run her fingers through his hair in a soothing motion.

“I wanted to know where I should put my plate.” He whispered softly, looking down.

“Give it here Ori!” Fíli laughed as he danced into the room and threw it out of the slowly closing door to his brother. Bilbo felt his temper flare again but held his tongue, if he even remotely tried to stop them it would end up with three broken plates and a vase. Ori followed Fíli out with a worried look as the young golden haired prince grabbed another cup of ale.

“Sorry Master Baggins for this, I can rile Bofur in when he is sober and make him apologise.” Bifur grunted out in ancient Khuzdul as he heard Bofur start up a drinking song only to widen his eyes in surprise as the hobbit waved him off as if he understood.

“Worry not Master Bifur, they’ll be done soon. Just make sure they don’t break any of my plates while I have a drink of ale.” Bilbo muttered over his shoulder not realising he replied to the only Dwarrow in the company who couldn’t speak Westron and revealed that he could understand said Khuzdul.

Three loud booming knocks echoed once the song had died down, it caused Bilbo to twitch as it revibrated through his house and the sudden silence caused his ears to ring loud enough to muffle Gandalf’s whisper. He cast Yavanna a glance and made his way towards the door scowling when it was Gandalf who opened it.

“Oh my…” The stunned whisper of Yavanna had him looking at the newcomer and Bilbo had to force himself not to blink or blurt out his shock. For the dwarf before him was handsome and looked very much like Aulë himself.

There were differences, his eyes a shade darker than the maker, cheeks more defined and hair much darker than the Dwarrow’s creator, but he had the same build, the wide broad shoulders and stance, the aura around him.

“Gandalf.” Thorin greeted. “I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. Wouldn’t have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door.”

Bilbo spluttered furious. “Gandalf!” He had just had his door painted and the wizard dared to mark his home, even though he knew they all had a map to his home.

“Now, now, Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield.” The wizard introduced with a soft smug grin but it caused the indignation to bubble to his throat.

With a narrowed gaze Bilbo turned back to face the King-in-Exile once more, even now in the light of the candlelight, a soft fond smile on his face as he handed his cloak to the youngest of the Dwarrow that came together – Kíli – he looked handsome….

“So, this is the Hobbit.”… till he opened his mouth that is. “Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?”

He bit his tongue and ignored the question as the dwarf king circled around him with a patronizing glare. “Pardon?” He managed to get out through gritted teeth and he could see the others shift nervously in the corner of his eye, some of them shaking their heads vigorously to their king.

“Axe or sword? What’s your weapon of choice?” The condencending tone had his Mother hissing in fury her hand clutching his shoulder in her ire.

“Neither.” He gritted out for it was true, he preferred the bow, his trident dagger and handheld bardiche, though the last could be classed as an axe.

The rude dwarf king before him snorts. “Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.”

All eyes snapped to Bilbo as the smial shuddered around them in anger, the candles flickering their discontent as the hobbit seemed to stare down their king even though he was a foot shorter, barely reaching Thorin’s shoulders.

“And you are far more arrogant than what is expected of a king.” The words slipped out of Bilbo’s mouth calmly, standing unflinchingly to the king. “I have fed your company though they bring insult to my hospitality by throwing it. Is it not expected of Dwarrow to not cause such mess when visiting anothers halls that they do not know? They also ate all the food from my pantry that was for myself to eat as I had not had a thing since lunch since I was busy making them a feast.”

The silence was loud to Bilbo’s ears and he could see – though their king growing red in his ire – the company look and shift in shame.

“I asked them to wipe their shoes at the door, hang the bulk of their weapons along the wall next to Master Dwalin’s and Balin’s yet they carry and toss them wherever they pleased and scratch what is left of my mother’s memory.” With this he gestured to her glory box at the door. “Then you come in and insult me, in my own home all the while at it.”

Gandalf stammered and moved to the hobbits side. “Now Bilbo, be…”

“If you tell me to be calm when they have done all they can to insult me, while he insults me mere minutes he walked through my door, you will not be pleased.” Bilbo hissed, turning his eyes up at the wizard in annoyance all the while trying to ignore the burns of his marks for Yavanna and Aulë. It seems Mother has gone to have a word with her husband and he too is not pleased.

“You dare speak to me this way!?” Thorin boomed, staring down at the Halfling.

Bilbo snapped his head towards the king once more and glared, causing some of the others to step back. Some have seen a hobbit before yes, but never have they ever seen one downright furious and it was a little unsettling to see a joyous creature as such.

“Yes, you are a rude arrogant dwarf and it brings shame upon who taught you manners. If I didn’t know how long many of you have travelled then I would ask you all to leave.” The last statement had the others widening their eyes in shock and Balin stared at his king with shame and disappointment. It was he who taught Thorin how to speak to dignitaries and to be polite to their hosts no matter how inconvenient or unwelcome.

The feelings also were one of surprise as well, he remembered how the hobbit had greeted him and how Dwalin explained that the small creature didn’t even blink twice at him or his weapons, from the start Master Baggins had treated them like equals and in return they treated his hospitality poorly.

“… no Gandalf! This is my home and I will be dammed if I let arrogant people speak down to me. I do not let my own kin speak to me that way in my home much less someone who I yet to know. You are even lucky I allowed this, I knew saying no to you this morning that you would tell them to come anyway!” Bilbo hissed, snapping Balin from his thoughts.

“This morning? Laddie, when exactly did Gandalf tell you about our arrival?” Balin asked, causing the hobbit to turn towards him with a spark of fury and annoyance in his eyes. The others waited with baited breathes, trying not to shift under the furious creatures eyes, going so far – as for Fíli and Kíli – to hide behind Thorin and Dwalin.

“This morning.” The noise of surprise was loud and all eyes – including the kings – turned towards the stammering wizard. “I have not seen him since I was a faunt more than twenty years ago and he comes waltzing up to me and asks me to go on an adventure, why?”

Balin twists his hands into the folds of his robe and flickers his eyes from Gandalf and back.

“He told us a week ago he found a bugler for us, one of the Shire Folk.” Dwalin rumbled out shocking all who knew him. “Do not look at me that way Wizard, the lad deserved to know.”

Bilbo whirled back around to the wizard and glared. “You and I will be having words later Gandalf. But for now arrogant King, you will need to eat and I need a strong drink or two.” With that he pivoted on the ball of his foot and stormed off towards the kitchen, hopefully he still had some of Old Bolger’s moonshine left.

It was going to be a long night, a very long night.


Author Note: Well here you go 😛 a different twist to the greeting. It always bothered me the scene, and the fact that the Company never knew when exactly that Gandalf had asked Bilbo.

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