Of Fur, Fang, and Feather

by thesituation016

They were of an endangered race, there home laid low by the Pale Orc and his army. Where once there were many now only four remain. At the invitation of a wizard two find themselves in a company of dwarves and one Hobbit on a quest to reclaim the Erebor, another lives apart from the world, and the last resides in lake town adopted by a bargeman and his family. REVIEW NOW!

37. Chapter 37

The company gathered and was talking quietly amongst themselves as they waited for Bard and Idris to return with the weapons.

"Tomorrow begins the last days of autumn." Thorin said.

"Durin's Day falls morn after next. We must reach the mountain before then." Balin said.

"And if we do not? If we fail to find the hidden door before that time?" Kili asked.

"Then this quest has been for nothing." Fili said.

Then they all fell silent right before Bard and Idris returned walking over to the table as they gathered round. He set the package on the table and opened it revealing crude weapons. The dwarves picked up the weapons with looks of disgust.

"What is this?" Thorin asked as he held one.

"Pike-hook. Made from an old harpoon." Bard said.

"And this?" Kili asked.

"A crowbill, we call it, fashioned from a smithy's hammer. It's heavy in hand, I grant, but in defense of your life, these will serve better than none." Bard said. A look passed between Thorin and Dwalin.

"We paid for weapons. Iron-forged swords and axes." Gloin said.

"It's a joke!" Bofur said, throwing his weapon back on the table the others following suit.

"You won't find better outside the city armory. All iron-forged weapons are held there under lock and key." Bard said. Another look passed between Thorin and Dwalin.

"What about this?" Ori asked as he picked up Idirs's weapon.

"Be careful with…" Idris reached out only for Ori to accidently press the catch extending what seemed to be a long handled sword into a bladed staff sword, some of the dwarves having to dodge out of the way to remain unpierced. "Master dwarf, if it does not belong to you then I suggest that you do not touch it."

"Sorry." Ori said as Idris took her weapon back and collapsed it.

"You have no other weapons like that?" Oin asked.

"No, this is mine handed down through my family and I am not so willing to be parted from it." Idris replied as she placed it on a high shelf.

"Thorin." Balin called the dwarf king over. Bard looked up as if recognizing the name sharing a quick glance with Idris. "Why not take what's been offered and go? I've made do with less, so have you. I say we leave now."

"You're not going anywhere." Bard said causing everyone to go silent and tense.

"What did you say?!" Dwalin growled.

"There's spies watching this house and probably every dock and wharf in the town. You must wait till nightfall." Bard said. With no other choice the company settled down talking quietly amongst themselves on what they would do next.

Bard stepped out of the house with Idris Bain soon following to see what is keeping them. Kili, leaning on a pole, looked like he was in deep pain as he slowly slid down the pole and sat on a couch. Wincing, he examined the bandage on his leg while making sure no one was looking.