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Title: Familiar Power
Author: Evandar
Fandom: The Hobbit/The Silmarillion
Rating: G
Pairing: Mentioned Aule/Yavanna, implied Dwalin/Bilbo
Genre: Gen/Genderswap/Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit or The Silmarillion and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Yavanna finds a trace of familiar power beneath the mountains.
Author's Notes: One of those Yavanna and Aule are incarnated as Bilbo and DoyC (Dwalin in this case) and go on the quest AUs. This was written for the Fill-a-Thon over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hobbit_kink for this prompt.
She knows that power. The familiarity of it startles her and she almost drops the golden ring as she tries both to jerk away from it and cling onto it at the same time. She knows it, and knows that its being here is a terrible thing.
Mairon.
She has seen the things he has wrought. For centuries she has heard but whispers from the Elves crossing the sea and the rage of her brothers after Numenor was corrupted, but she had never seen. Not until her husband came to her door in the form of a Dwarvish warrior and escorted her out into the wild.
And oh, her husband. He is loyal to Thorin, but she knows his heart too well. When she brings this ring to light, he will sense it in a second. Was not Mairon once his favourite? Did he not once work in her husband's forge and lead his choirs in praise of Eru? Was it not her husband who first introduced his bright-eyed favourite to their treacherous brother? He will sense it and he will know - as she now knows - that for all the bravery of Men and Elves and Dwarves, the evil of Mairon still lingers in the world of Arda.
She grieves, there in the dark, and from her tears spring glowing moss and lichen. She knows now that this adventure of hers has changed its path utterly - that if her husband has his way it will not lead to dragon fire but to the fires of Mordor instead. She cannot help but fear that. She fears the hardening of her husband’s heart and his endless sorrow for the Maia he had once loved. She fears what this diversion will do to Thorin, the king to whom her husband has pledged his mortal loyalty. More than any of the others, he will be tempted by what Mairon can offer; the ring sings sweetly even to her, and if it can call to a Vala then what hope does a Dwarf have?
She will change the fate of the world by bringing the ring to light. She knows that. But she knows as well that she cannot permit it to linger here, in the dark beneath the mountains – the ring cannot stay, and neither can she. There are goblins behind her and even here she knows she is not alone - the ring had to have found its way here somehow. Somewhere above her, whether in the halls of the Goblin King or in the free air, her husband and their companions are waiting for her.
She slips the repulsive band of gold into the pocket of her waistcoat, grips her Elvish sword, and forces her feet to move deeper and deeper into the dark.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: The Hobbit/The Silmarillion
Rating: G
Pairing: Mentioned Aule/Yavanna, implied Dwalin/Bilbo
Genre: Gen/Genderswap/Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit or The Silmarillion and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Yavanna finds a trace of familiar power beneath the mountains.
Author's Notes: One of those Yavanna and Aule are incarnated as Bilbo and DoyC (Dwalin in this case) and go on the quest AUs. This was written for the Fill-a-Thon over at
hobbit_kink for this prompt.She knows that power. The familiarity of it startles her and she almost drops the golden ring as she tries both to jerk away from it and cling onto it at the same time. She knows it, and knows that its being here is a terrible thing.
Mairon.
She has seen the things he has wrought. For centuries she has heard but whispers from the Elves crossing the sea and the rage of her brothers after Numenor was corrupted, but she had never seen. Not until her husband came to her door in the form of a Dwarvish warrior and escorted her out into the wild.
And oh, her husband. He is loyal to Thorin, but she knows his heart too well. When she brings this ring to light, he will sense it in a second. Was not Mairon once his favourite? Did he not once work in her husband's forge and lead his choirs in praise of Eru? Was it not her husband who first introduced his bright-eyed favourite to their treacherous brother? He will sense it and he will know - as she now knows - that for all the bravery of Men and Elves and Dwarves, the evil of Mairon still lingers in the world of Arda.
She grieves, there in the dark, and from her tears spring glowing moss and lichen. She knows now that this adventure of hers has changed its path utterly - that if her husband has his way it will not lead to dragon fire but to the fires of Mordor instead. She cannot help but fear that. She fears the hardening of her husband’s heart and his endless sorrow for the Maia he had once loved. She fears what this diversion will do to Thorin, the king to whom her husband has pledged his mortal loyalty. More than any of the others, he will be tempted by what Mairon can offer; the ring sings sweetly even to her, and if it can call to a Vala then what hope does a Dwarf have?
She will change the fate of the world by bringing the ring to light. She knows that. But she knows as well that she cannot permit it to linger here, in the dark beneath the mountains – the ring cannot stay, and neither can she. There are goblins behind her and even here she knows she is not alone - the ring had to have found its way here somehow. Somewhere above her, whether in the halls of the Goblin King or in the free air, her husband and their companions are waiting for her.
She slips the repulsive band of gold into the pocket of her waistcoat, grips her Elvish sword, and forces her feet to move deeper and deeper into the dark.
