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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 – Yes, your eyes aren’t deceiving you. I’m updating this story more than once tonight. You guys really don’t want to know how far ahead I’ve gotten in this tale. I wasn’t joking when I said the plot wombats won’t stop chewing!
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story. All I’m trying to do is kill the blasted rabid plot wombat that is trying to chew me to death!
Chapter Eleven – The Tale of Belladonna the Clever
It took less than an hour for the company to leave Imladris. The elves had worked quickly alongside of the dwarves, ensuring their guests had plenty of supplies to make their journey a bit easier, and they gave their blessings for good fortune and safe travels as the group left the valley. All of the dwarrows accepted the good wishes, feeling a bit happier to know their quest was supported by the fair folk that dwelled within the valley.
Once they started up the path into the Misty Mountains, Adamanta asked them to pause for a moment and dug small packets out of her pockets. She handed them each one parcel, telling them they would need something for energy since they were walking through the night.
Kili opened his packet to find bread, cheese, dried meat, and an apple. It was something that could be eaten while walking, and he gave her a bright smile. He knew that something like this would be beneficial for all of them and was grateful for her generous spirit.
“Thank you for this, Miss Baggins,” he chirped at her, starting to combine the meat, bread, and cheese so he could eat them easier. He tucked the apple into his pocket to enjoy in a while.
The rest of the company agreed with him and began eating while walking, enjoying the simple meal she had put together for them. The hobbit felt happy with their reactions to what she’d done and began eating her own meal while walking beside the archer.
The walk took most of the night, and she relied on Kili’s help because her night vision wasn’t as keen as the eyes of the dwarves were after the sun had set. He made sure she didn’t trip and kept her from the edge when they began climbing into the mountain areas.
Thorin stopped them near dawn, and Adamanta sighed as she drew in a slow breath. She was exhausted but had to help get camp set up. The last thing she wanted was to be a burden on the group especially since she wasn’t used to this kind of terrain.
“Miss Baggins, we’ll have a light supper. You can worry about hunting with Kili later this afternoon. We’ll rest here for now and start the next morning.”
She nodded, setting her pack down and getting her bedroll set up. A part of her had the feeling she needed to stay awake and help put her sleeping schedule back into shape so she ignored the temptation to lay down for the moment and went to help Bombur set up a light meal for the group to enjoy.
Once they had food prepared and everyone was served, she sank onto her bedroll and enjoyed her meal. Though she was tired, food was good to help her rebuild her energy. Nori took her bowl once she had finished since he was on clean up duty, and the hobbit gave a light stretch.
“Miss Baggins?”
Startled, she looked over at Ori, who smiled at her with his book on his lap. His pen was poised, ready to write, and she had a feeling he was about to ask her for something she had promised when they had entered Rivendell.
“I was wondering if you could tell us about how your mother became an elf friend? I never got a chance to hear it while we were in Rivendell and was hoping you’d share the story with us.”
Adamanta looked around at the group and found that everyone was alert and seemed to be interested in the story. So the lass smiled at her friend and launched into the story.
“My mother had just reached her coming of age, and she was determined to do something interesting before she was sent to her marriage bed. One day, she spotted Gandalf travelling through the Shire and remembered him as being a friend of her father, the Thain. She walked up to him and asked him rather bluntly if he was going on an adventure soon.
“’I certainly am, Miss Belladonna Took,’ the wizard replied. ‘Are you interested in going on one?’ To his surprise, she said she was and was ready to go now. So off to Rivendell they went for the wizard had a meeting to attend, and he wanted to give the spirited daughter of his friend a chance to explore the world before she had to settle down and raise children.
“During the trip, they saw many things she had only dreamed of. The clever Miss Took riddled with a bandit, distracting him long enough so that the wizard could disarm him. She felt she was having quite the adventure, and she was awed when she entered the valley of the elves.”
She sipped her water and then continued with her story, happy to be able to share something of her mother with her friends.
“Knowing their hobbit guest would be bored while waiting for Gandalf, Lord Elrond’s twin sons decided to show her what a hunting trip would be like. Excited to undertake another adventure, she went with them and was ready to enjoy the experience.
“Two days out, while tracking their prey, their hunting party was attacked by a group of orcs. At the insistence of the twins, Belladonna stayed hidden by a group of boulders and watched the skirmish.
“The twins fought well until an orc snuck behind Elladan, and down he went! He had taken several injuries during the fight, and he couldn’t get up. As the horrible creature laughed and mocked the elf, Belladonna became angry and hurried out of her hiding spot. She pushed the evil being out of the way and drew Elladan’s hunting knife. With a war cry of her own, she killed the orc by stabbing it in the heart.
“The other twin, Elrohir, finished off the remaining attackers and turned to find Belladonna standing over his twin to defend him from anyone else who sought to hurt the injured elf.”
She took another drink of her water and went on with the tale. It had been a while since the hobbit had thought of the story, and it felt good to be able to be able to talk about this special memory.
“Elrohir, who had studied healing from his father, was able to aid his twin so that the party could return to Imladris. Lord Elrond, who had heard the story from his sons, presented an old elvish blade to Miss Belladonna Took and declared her to be an elf friend. As she admired her shiny sword, Elladan spoke up and said that Miss Took had proven she had a stinger to her and everyone would be wise to be wary of her sting. Thus her sword was named!”
“I see where you get your spirit now,” Balin said, making the lass blush.
“I’d be happy if I even have half of her bravery,” she said, pink in the cheeks as she did so. “Elladan and Elrohir taught her how to use her sword, and she bothered every ranger that she ran into on the few other adventures she went on to extend her knowledge. After she told me the story, I wanted to learn how to protect myself because I had hoped I’d be able to have adventures of my own. Papa told her to make sure I could do it so we’d close up the windows with curtains and have our lessons.”
“I think it’s safe to say you got her spirit, lassie,” Gloin chuckled. “It takes a lot of courage to do what you’ve done, and she would be proud of you.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she ducked her head to try to blink them away. His words had touched her a great deal.
“Thank you, Master Gloin,” she said to him, sounding honored by his words. “She and Papa are people I would love to be more like.”
“I think we’re seeing a blend of them in you, lass,” Oin commented. “You’re becoming your own unique person, and I know we’re happy to see what you’re becoming.”
It really touched her to know that they were proud of her. Most of these dwarves seemed to be crusty and tough to get to know, but she really enjoyed spending time with all of them. In her heart, they were her friends and family and that was another reason she had prayed so hard earlier. She really wanted them to succeed and be able to create the homes they were longing for.
“Thank you, Master Oin,” she said. “I’m grateful to all of you for giving me a chance.”
There was a bit of chatter, and then Fili piped up. There was a question that had been preying on his mind since the ritual, and he was happy he now had a chance to ask it.
“The song you sang earlier during the ritual, what language was that?”
“Old hobbitish,” she replied. “It’s not spoken too much outside of rituals and in our songs. The song I sang was one that written during our Wandering Days.”
“Hobbits didn’t originate from the Shire,” Ori asked, making notes.
“No, we didn’t. The area we originated from had some form of disaster hit; our histories don’t speak of what happened. Some think we might have been attacked, and others say it had to have been some form of drought or flooding. No one thought to record our history, and the songs that survived didn’t say what happened. There’s only a handful of songs that are remembered and have been handed down.”
“That’s sad,” the scribe commented. “History really molds our society so we learn what mistakes not to repeat.”
“Oh I agree and it’s sad,” she told him. “I think that’s when we lost the knowledge of who created us. If we had kept our history, I don’t think the hobbit society would have gotten into the state it’s currently in.”
“You’re right,” he said to her. “I don’t think they would have let women fall into such a role had they remembered that it was Lady Yavanna who had created them.”
She nodded, curling up a bit with a slight yawn. Even though she had resolved to stay up through the day, the hobbit was slowly losing the battle with her exhaustion. Thorin noticed it and encouraged most of his company to try to rest. He chose Kili to stand watch with him, telling Gloin and Bombur they would have second watch, and Dori and Fili for third.
With that decided, Adamanta got herself snuggled into her bedroll and drifted off to sleep, wondering what the next few days would bring.
Author’s End Note - So we get the story of how Belladonna became an elf friend! I hope everyone enjoyed this installment. Please let me know what you think of it. ~ Laran
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