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A Hobbit's Rescue	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 5698 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s Note – I’m enjoying how much everyone is liking the story and how it’s unfolding. I hope this continues to be the case! Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed; you guys are utterly amazing!
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this story.
Chapter Ten – A Plea to the Valar
When Thorin and Balin returned to the courtyard from their meeting with Elrond and Gandalf, they found the company was ready for the ritual and there was air of sober reverence that filled the small area they used for gatherings. The king in exile noticed that Miss Baggins had just entered as well, her hands full with something he couldn’t make out. She also appeared solemn and respectful, dipping into a small curtsy to greet the group before finding a spot to stand that was out of the way.
At the king’s nod, Oin lit the pyre that had been laid for this purpose. The elves, once they had found out what the dwarves needed the wood for, had happily supplied them with enough dead wood to lay the ritual fire out properly.
Thorin murmured something in Kili’s ear, who nodded and moved to Miss Baggins’s side. The younger dwarf whispered softly to her to explain his presence with her and not his uncle since his brother was standing at Thorin’s right side.
“Since you are a part of this, uncle wants me to translate since the entire ceremony will be in Khuzdul. We don’t want you to be left out.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, then quieted as Thorin stood in front of the pyre and began a chant in the native language of the dwarves.
“He’s beginning the opening prayers, entreating Mahal to hear His children and harken to our request,” he murmured, knowing he couldn’t share all of it but could give her the general idea of what was going on.
Once the chant ended, the dwarves bowed towards the pyre and Thorin began to speak in the rolling syllables of his people’s language. Adamanta could see the look of genuine sorrow and regret on his face as he spoke to the father of all dwarves.
“We have erred greatly in our handling of the home You have granted us,” Kili interpreted softly. “We removed Her heart and did not listen to Her when She cried for help. The punishment You set to us did not waken us to Her plight, and it took the daughter of Your beloved Wife to open our eyes to what we need to do in order to heal our home.
“We beg Your forgiveness, Stone Father, for what we have done. We stand here, hearts open and willing to listen, and ask for knowledge as to how to heal the mountain who has been home, protection, and mother to us. We wish to bring Your children home but only after we have made amends to Her.”
Something told her that now was a good time to present her offerings, and she looked at Thorin with a silent question on her face. The monarch nodded, telling her she could do it, and she headed towards him and the pyre. Kili was right beside her, ready to interpret when necessary.
Adamanta lifted the first crown she had crafted, voice soft and reverent although it carried well to the others in the courtyard.
“For Lord Mahal, Father of the Dwarves,” she began, speaking to the Vala who had made the people she viewed as dear friends. “I made this to show our gratitude for Your love as a father to Your children and showing patience when mistakes are made, like all children are wont to do. A grave error has been made, and we beg for Your forgiveness. This wreath reflects our love, devotion, reverence, as well as a plea for understanding, protection, wisdom, forgiveness, and healing.”
Thorin was handed a beautifully woven flower crown that looked as if the hands of the most skilled jeweler had crafted it. There was no sign of beginning or end to the circlet, and the flowers covered the stems. It was a work of art, and he knew Mahal would love it due to the care and emotion that went behind the crafting of the offering.
“Hear our plea,” he said in his native language, focusing on the emotions within his heart and soul.
Adamanta heard Kili’s whispered translation, adding her own in her heart, and watched as the crown was fed to the pyre as an offering. Once the first crown had been given to the fire, she lifted the second crown.
“This is for Lady Yavanna, the wife of the Lord Mahal,” she said to them. “The mother my people have forgotten but Her husband’s children never forgot. For the Green Lady, I wove a gift to show our love to Her as well as appreciation for allowing us to communicate so that your home will be healed once She is reclaimed. It is also an appeal for the lands around Erebor to be healed so that Her husband’s children will be allowed to live abundantly. This offering reflects our love, devotion, respect, gratitude, and prayer for fertility for the land and Lord Mahal’s children.”
The crown was another work of art, and Thorin repeated the “hear our plea” before feeding it to the fire. He turned his gaze back to the hobbit, who looked down at the circlet she held in her hands.
“This is for Erebor,” she began. “This is our apology for the hurt You have endured and our promise to You that we will help You heal. Your heart will be returned to where it belongs, and we will make sure You are no longer hurt from this point forward. The children will come back to fill Your halls and make life return to You so You will no longer be lonely. This reflects our desire for forgiveness, for Your healing, Your happiness and ours, and our promise to protect and love You as much as You do us.”
She took a step back as Thorin fed the offering to the pyre and stayed quiet, adding her own silent heartfelt pleas to go with the prayers going on in their native tongue. Kili stayed beside her, translating every dwarf’s prayer as they went around to offer their sorrow for the damage done to their home and asking for forgiveness.
The archer’s voice took on a smooth quality when it became his turn to add his prayer to the rite, asking for forgiveness, protection, and wisdom. He also thanked Mahal and Yavanna for adding Miss Baggins to their company as she had provided insight necessary for their success in reclaiming their home and saving their people. He asked that they would continue to have wisdom in following the insight of the daughter of their Father’s wife and also thanked them for protecting them this far in the journey.
Adamanta didn’t understand his prayer, but her heart moved with the sound of his voice. She continued to add her silent prayers to the spoken ones, and there was a pause for when it was her turn. Something pushed her inside, nudging a memory to the forefront of her mind, and she began to sing an ancient song in the language of her people. It had been crafted during their Wandering Times, and it was a plea for protection, healing, and a hope for a forever home. The hobbit put her heart and soul to it, pleading for her companions and herself.
As the final notes died away, a soft breeze, scented with honeysuckle caressed the faces of each dwarf. She opened her eyes to see a look of awe on the faces of her companions, and each one had a few tears that were slowly being rubbed away.
“I think They heard us,” Ori said softly, voice full of awe. He hadn’t expected that breeze at all, and it had touched his heart. The scribe leaned into his One when Fili wrapped an arm around him.
“I agree, lad,” Oin told him. “We have to make sure that we keep the promises we made tonight.”
“And we will,” Thorin said, knowing he would ensure that his family and people kept the promises through future generations.
“Aye, that we will,” Balin said, looking towards the hobbit. “Those crowns were absolutely gorgeous, lass. I had no idea flowers could be utilized in such a beautiful manner.”
Adamanta blushed, giving him a shy smile. She hadn’t expected to be praised for the work she’d done, and her voice was almost shy when she answered the elder dwarf.
“Thank you, Master Balin,” she told him. “I haven’t made those in a while, and I hope they were enough to please the Valar and the spirit of the mountain.”
“I have no doubt they loved it,” Bofur reassured her. “I doubt Lord Mahal has ever had something like that offered to Him before.”
“And he means that in a good way,” Dwalin said, chuckling a bit when he spotted another blush on the lass’s cheeks. It was becoming a game with the company to see how often they could make her color up like that.
“Thank you,” she murmured, looking down for a moment. The hobbit was very pleased they had liked her offering, and her heart felt lighter now. She had a good feeling about their journey and knew the Valar would be watching over them.
Thorin sank to the ground, getting comfortable and gesturing for the others to follow suit. Once they were as comfortable as they could get, he shared what he’d learned during the reading of the map. They all listened before Gloin piped up.
“We could make it to Erebor by Durin’s Day,” he commented. “We’ll make good time now because we’re rested and our supplies are well stocked. It’ll be tight but doable.”
“Excuse me,” Adamanta interjected. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but what’s Durin’s Day?”
“It’s first day of our new year,” Fili answered, sounding worried but there was also a sense of relief in his voice. “It usually happens when autumn fades into winter.”
“Oh, I see,” she murmured, chewing on her lower lip. “You think we can make it in time? There’s still a very long way to go.”
Dori nodded, mentally tallying the days and the distance they still had to travel.
“I agree with Gloin; I think we can make it in time,” he told the girl. “We just have to do our best each day to make headway. If some terrain slows us down, we’ll just have to push ourselves on the easier terrain to make up for it.”
“We’ll make it,” Thorin agreed. “Now, things have gotten a bit more challenging. After the reading of the map, Lord Elrond and Gandalf pulled me aside. The White Council is meeting soon regarding the findings that the wizard Radagast found. There’s concern about the darkness encroaching on Mirkwood.”
“What do you mean,” Nori asked, sounding puzzled.
“I was reminded that, even though Isuldur destroyed Sauron and the one Ring, the lead agent of darkness has not been destroyed. Something is polluting the forest, and the White Council is meeting to see what can be done about it.”
“It surprises me that it took the wizard to report this for the council to act,” Balin commented, and the king shook his head.
“Thranduil has said nothing to the other elf lords of the issues his lands are facing,” he replied. “They don’t know why, but I figure it’s his stubbornness. From what I have heard, he’s got a grudge against the other two elven kingdoms and won’t ask for help from them.”
“Elves are like hobbits, tied to nature. By ignoring this, he’s putting his people in danger because the darkness would be infecting them,” Adamanta commented, sounding incredulous. “How in the Valar’s names can he allow his pride to keep him from helping his people? That’s completely against what a leader should do for his people!”
“The White Council is stepping in to help them,” he assured the hobbit. “Elrond and Gandalf told me that they approve of the quest to reclaim our home, especially once I shared the discovery we made about the gold madness and how it ties into the Arkenstone. After they heard our plan, they said that Lady Galadriel also share their concern regarding Smaug and how he could be used if there is another power rising to challenge the good people of Arda.”
“So we have their blessing,” Oin asked, holding his ear trumpet in place.
“We do but the concern lies with Saruman,” Thorin shared. “It’s commonly known that he holds most races to be inferior, and Elrond stated that it was very likely that we would be stopped if he discovers our true purpose. Saruman will not support us, and they have no desire to see us stopped. They suggest we leave no later than dawn tomorrow as he is supposed to arrive tomorrow afternoon.”
“Given the odd nature of wizards, would it be better if we left tonight and found a good spot to rest outside of the valley and then pick up the trail the next morning?”
“I think you’re right, Dwalin, and Gandalf said that if we did that to ensure we find a place to rest since we will not sleep tonight. Lord Elrond is having his people pack together plenty of supplies to carry us over the mountains. Since he’ll be at the meeting of the council, Gandalf said he would meet us on the other side of the mountains.”
Adamanta rose to her feet, dusting her skirts off. Given what the dwarf lord had said, she could tell that they would be leaving tonight. The hobbit didn’t have a good feeling about this wizard and figured that it would be better to be long gone before this bigoted person showed up.
“If that’s the case, we should get going,” she told them. “Master Bombur, let me grab my things and I’ll meet you in the kitchens to see what they’re going to supply us with.”
“I’ll meet you there, Miss Baggins,” the quiet dwarf answered, heaving himself to his feet.
That was the signal to everyone to get moving, not wanting to be stopped by the White Wizard. They had a purpose and also blessed by not only most of the White Council but also by two of the Valar. It was time to get going and make it to Erebor before Durin’s Day.
Author’s End Note - I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter; please let me know what you think of it. I’m having so much fun with the dwarves and their culture! Thanks for reading. ~ Laran
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