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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 – Just a word of warning, the story is about to take a much darker turn. There’s a scene about mid to nearly the end of the chapter that has dub-con in it. I’m just warning you guys in case some people don’t like that so you might need to skim over it when it arrives. No, it’s not marked but you’ll see when it shows up.
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story.
Chapter Twelve – Unplanned Diversions
Once everyone had rested up that day and gotten a normal night’s sleep the following night, Thorin had them up early the next morning and Adamanta had gotten to experience more dwarven culture due to them singing a few working songs to help distract some of the younger dwarves and their hobbit from the paths that were quickly becoming treacherous. They spent several days climbing, paths growing narrower and steeper, and the songs kept coming.
The lively melodies had helped to keep her attention away from the height that continued to get higher as they made their way through the paths Elrond had suggested. The hobbit forced herself to focus on the songs and watched Kili’s back instead of looking out at the view.
True to his word, the archer had stayed beside or in front of her every step of the way and often checked on her to ensure that she was doing all right. She spotted Fili doing the same for Ori, and the other dwarves who had family with them were often checking to ensure their family members were all right. Thorin had done a few head counts during the breaks and would often talk to Kili, looking satisfied once the conversations were finished.
“Are you doing all right, lass?”
She looked up from her quick lunch, spotting Oin standing over her. The blond haired lass nodded, swallowing her bite of food.
“It’s getting a little difficult to breathe,” she admitted, having promised not to hide if she was having difficulties. “Kili made some suggestions that are helping.”
“The ribs doing all right?”
“They only ache a bit when I get cold or too tired,” Adamanta told him and he nodded in satisfaction.
“Keep following the lad’s suggestions, and you’ll do fine. If it gets too difficult, I have a few remedies that will help so don’t try to be strong on us now. The last thing we need is for you to get sick or hurt when we can prevent it,”’ he warned her.
“Kili made me promise to say something if I’m having trouble,” she told him. “I won’t break my word.”
He patted her on the shoulder, giving her a crooked smile. It made the hobbit lass smile back, liking that smile since it was rarely seen.
“Good, mind you hold on to that promise and sing out if there’s a problem,” he told her, then headed to check on the others.
Adamanta forced herself to finish her meal, knowing that she needed the energy for the climb. She felt tired, and the day was only half done.
“Kili says you’ve been doing well so far,” a familiar deep voice rumbled beside her.
“You haven’t rushed us so I’ve been able to keep an eye on where I put my feet,” she admitted to Thorin, looking over at him. “I’ll be the first to admit that this isn’t easy; you and the others make it look like you’re strolling through flatlands.”
“A lot of practice,” the monarch assured her. “Kili and Fili have a bit more experience because they would often inspect other areas of Ered Luin with me, and the mountains are fairly high in places. Ori, on the other hand, has lived a simpler life and so we’re having to keep an eye on him to make sure he handles this climb well.”
“At least I’m not the only novice doing this,” Adamanta quipped, sipping her water. “How much more climbing do you think we’ll have to do?”
“If Lord Elrond’s map continues to be accurate, we should start climbing downward by mid-afternoon,” he replied. “That can present another set of challenges altogether so be cautious where you put your feet, and stay close to Kili. If you should slip, he can help stop you from falling.”
“I don’t want to cause him to fall,” she admitted, and Thorin shook his head.
“You’re smaller and lighter than he is,” he told her. “If you stay close to him, he can stop your tumble before you gain momentum. You’ll be fine, Miss Baggins.”
Oin came by, handing her a cup of tea. She gave him a questioning look, not expecting anything from him so was rather surprised by the offering.
“Drink that before we go,” he said. “It’ll help with your breathing. More I thought on it the more I realized it’d be better to give you and Ori something before we started moving again so we won’t have to stop.”
“Thank you, Master Oin,” Adamanta replied, giving him a soft smile before focusing on the steaming mug in her hands. “I hope this tastes better than it smells,” she quipped quietly to Thorin, who chuckled.
“Knowing his remedies as I do, it probably tastes quite a bit worse,” he informed her. “Despite how bad they taste, he knows his herbs and they always work.”
Adamanta made a face and then started drinking the tea, forcing it down when the taste threatened to make her retch. Once she was finished, she got up and cleaned the mug before handing it back to Oin, thanking him quietly for making the remedy for her.
Once everything had been cleaned up and packed away, the group shouldered their packs and began the climb once again. The singing started up, and the hobbit forced herself to listen and allow the melody to soothe away her nerves.
The climb, while nerve-wracking, had been uneventful and it was when they were to start on the downward path that Elrond had told them to use that things became more problematic.
From her position behind Kili, she could hear Thorin and Dwalin blistering the air with Khuzdul and she leaned in so the archer could hear her.
“What’s going on? I don’t think I’ve heard them sound so angry since the night you and Fili decided to prank them by tying their hair together,” she asked in his ear, standing on tiptoe to reach it.
“The path has been blocked by some sort of rock fall, and it’s too dense for us to try to push our way through. We’ll have to use the other path, but it’s not on the map Lord Elrond drew for uncle.”
She couldn’t see what was going on and waited for several long minutes before she heard the king call back to the group in Khuzdul.
“We’re going to have to take the other path,” Kili translated. “It’s steeper and narrower than the one we were meant to take. He said for Ori to hold onto Fili and for you to do the same with me. This is going to be tricky, and you’ll need to keep your balance.”
“Merciful Valar,” she commented, sound frustrated and a bit afraid. “This just keeps getting better and better.”
“You’ll be just fine, Miss Baggins. Just keep a good hold onto me; I won’t let you fall.”
“I know you won’t, Kili. I trust you,” the hobbit answered, sincerity ringing in her voice. She couldn’t see the smile but definitely heard it when he answered.
“I’m glad; ready to keep going?”
“Not really,” she squeaked. “But let’s get this over with. Sooner we’re back on level ground, the happier I’ll be. In the future, I think I will pass on using mountain climbing as a recreational activity.”
Adamanta could feel his laughter as she placed her hands beneath his coat and slid her fingers between his belt and his back, holding onto the leather strap. She made sure to keep out of the way of his bow and quiver, not wanting to hinder him if something should surprise the group.
The company began making their way down the path and she could feel the gravel beneath her feet, making the path extremely slippery. Occasionally, she had to brace herself using him to help keep her balance. Kili never complained and remained still, giving her time to get her footing before starting off again.
She was just starting to relax, applying herself to watching her feet and using the young dwarf to help keep her balance, when things went from scary to downright frightening.
The path had become wider but much steeper than it had been, making everyone slow down. The group had moved closer together because of it, and a loud cracking sound filled the air. Adamanta didn’t have time to scream when the ground opened up beneath her feet, and the company fell through the hole that had been created.
They hit a slide of some sort, which led them deeper into the mountain, and when it stopped, they were dropped onto the polished floor. The hobbit didn’t have time to catch her breath when it was forced out of her due to the weight of most of the company on top of her. She felt one of the previously healed ribs snap, and Kili heard the whimper of pain from where her face was pressed against his back.
“Miss Baggins,” he called, trying to wiggle so he could face her.
“Get up you idiots,” Dwalin managed to breathe out when he heard the worry in the archer’s voice. “Miss Baggins is somewhere in this pile, and we have to get her out.”
Those on top of the dwarf and hobbit pile quickly got off and once the weight was off of her, she was lifted off of Kili’s back and set gently on the floor by Bifur. The gentle dwarf helped steady her as the healer approached.
Oin checked her ribs, hissing in Khuzdul when he felt one of the tender areas give beneath his fingertips.
“Damn it, not good,” he growled. “One of the ribs broke again. We’re lucky it wasn’t all three of the old wound or even more than that, but this will slow her down. Lass, draw in a breath for me.”
Adamanta complied while he leaned down to listen to her breathing. He nodded, reaching for his pack.
“Broken rib but it didn’t shift or hit her lung. We got lucky,” he reported to the company and just as he was about to pull out some fabric to bind her rib, a voice called out.
“Your luck just ran out,” it called before a blinding light filled the room.
The hobbit lass gave a scream when she felt unfamiliar hands grab her, pulling her from her position. She tried to draw Sting and fight, but her blade was taken from her. She couldn’t see but tried to fight back, swinging her fists to try to hit the one who was holding her. All she could feel was someone lift and carry her away from where she had been just moments before.
When Adamanta’s vision returned, she was laying on the floor, hands and feet bound tightly. She looked around, realizing they were in a different chamber altogether. Her dwarven companions were chained to the walls, unable to move. The girl wasn’t too sure why she hadn’t been chained, and she tried to loosen the ropes around her wrists and ankles.
“Are you all right,” she called to her friends while attempting to free herself.
“They are just fine, Miss Hobbit. You should be more concerned about yourself,” the voice from earlier replied.
Adamanta looked up to see a male emerge from the shadows. He looked human, but she had a feeling that this one was ancient. At first glance, he looked to be a handsome person but that changed when his eyes were seen. She shivered at the amount of hatred that was focused on her.
“Why should she,” Thorin called out. “She’s done nothing to you.”
“I despise hobbits,” their captor spat out. “So when I realized that a dwarven company had a hobbit with them, I just had to bring you here so I could see the halfling for myself. To find that the creature is female, well that’s a surprise.”
He walked up to her, kneeling for a moment to look into her wide blue eyes. The man sneered at her, looking both disgusted and gleeful. It was an expression that made her stomach churn with fear, and it filled the dwarrows that could see his face with anxiety for their hobbit.
“I’d be willing to bet you aren’t wed,” he told her. “Your society doesn’t let their women out so you must be a run away.”
“Leave her alone,” Kili called out, hating to see her looking so frightened.
“Oh no, I have a personal ambition to ruin the life of every despicable halfling that dares to cross my path,” he growled. “They destroyed my family and home, and I have vowed to avenge them.”
“You didn’t live in the Shire,” she managed to ask, then gasped when he slapped her hard. Her head made painful contact with the polished floor, making her vision go white for a moment.
“You don’t get to speak,” he snarled. “And no, I didn’t live in that wretched area. No, I lived in a peaceful area where the hobbits first emerged. They brought death and destruction to everyone there, and then they just left without caring for those who were hurt due to their actions.”
Adamanta shook her head, not knowing what he was talking about. Once again, she cursed her people for allowing their history to be forgotten. She had no idea what had been done to anger this man so deeply.
“Miss Baggins had nothing to do with it,” Balin told him, following her thoughts somewhat. “She has no idea what it is you speak of. Her people have lost a lot of their history.”
“They polluted the land, farming it in ways that stripped the soil of the very fertility that helped the crops to grow. They destroyed the very land Yavanna created them to nurture,” he gritted out in a voice full of hatred and fury. “People started to starve, and it brought clans of other races down upon us to get what food we had had. When their blessed lady decided to save them, they ignored the plight of everyone else and left them to die.”
Tears filled the hobbit’s eyes as she realized what it was this man had seen, and she mourned for the families lost. How her people had been so cruel, she didn’t know. They could have ensured the people around them had gone with them so that they could survive.
The man slapped her again, sneering at her tears. Adamanta bit back a cry when her head hit the floor once more, vision going white again for another brief moment.
“Heartless creatures who wound up being very stupid,” he sneered to her, then slipped into ancient Hobbitish. “You are unmarried, aren’t you? You left before you could go to your marriage bed, and isn’t that oh so lucky for me?”
Her eyes widened with fear, and he shook his head. He could tell what her first thought was and quickly set her straight.
“Oh no, not me. I would never sully myself that way,” he said in the ancient hobbit language. “You see, since I promised to destroy every halfling’s life that crossed my path, I have a duty to so. For me, it’s a sacred duty I enjoy so very much. It seems you ran away to avoid the marriage bed or a life of servitude. You probably dreamed of being able to fall in love and marry someone of your choosing.
“Not anymore, you disgusting creature,” he snarled. “You aren’t worthy of having a relationship outside of what your wretched people think is normal. The dreams of love and romance are now gone for you, and I will curse you to a marriage not of your choosing.”
The man straightened up, switching over to Westron as he addressed the dwarves he held captive.
“One of you will lay with this halfling and take what every female prizes,” he ordered. “The rest of you must watch or I will break every bone in her body. If you refuse to do this, I will kill one dwarf at a time until someone obeys me.”
Adamanta’s eyes went huge when she heard the order, and her heart sank. Her head dropped when she realized what he was making one of her friends do, and this was not what she wanted. She had honestly thought she would have a chance to fall in love and have the choice as to whether or not she married. Her heart was shattering inside, and it was all she could do to keep from crying.
“Well, who will do it? Answer now or she will suffer,” their captor growled. “I am in no mood to wait.”
The dwarves looked at each other, debating on what should happen. None of them could break the chains that held them, and their hearts were breaking at the realization that their little hobbit lass would lose her innocence on the floor in full view of everyone in the room. There was no way they could let her be hurt or allow lives to be lost.
“What do we do,” Dwalin asked Thorin in Khuzdul. “We can’t let this happen.”
“We have no choice, Dwalin. She’s already injured, and he will kill one of us if we don’t do this. I can’t allow more harm to come to her or let any of us die at the hands of the madman. We’ll have to find a way to avenge her once we’re free of the chains and she’s safe. As much as I hate this, we have to accede to his demands.”
“I’ll do it,” Kili called out in their native language. He sounded resolute in his decision, which was something the others hadn’t heard from him very often.
“Kili,” Balin called, sounding worried. “Are you sure?”
“She’s my One, and it’s my duty to protect her and my fellow dwarrows. I know we can’t get out of this situation so I’ll do what I can to keep as much of her dignity intact as possible.”
Thorin nodded, eyes sad. He had hoped for so much more for his sister-son’s admission of what the girl was to him as well as the first time the two would come together as lovers. He hated their captor for doing this to them.
“This is not what I would want for either of you,” he told his nephew. “A maiden’s first time should be private and slow, full of love and gentleness. It’s something you cannot provide for her at the moment. Make sure she’s prepared to receive you and be careful not to hurt her. You’ll be able to go slower with her once you are able to court her properly and make things right for her. You have my word on this, sister-son, we will make things right for her.”
Kili nodded, worried for his company and for the girl that had been made for him. He drew in a slow breath, hoping Adamanta would forgive him for this.
“I’ll do it,” he called in Westron. “No need to hurt her or any of our company. Just undo her bonds first.”
“I’ll undo her feet,” he purred, sounding so very pleased with himself. “You won’t need her hands for this.”
At his gesture, a hidden guard undid his chains and he rubbed his wrists for a moment to encourage circulation.
“I don’t care how you do it,” their captor told him. “As long as it’s quick and she must not be a maiden by the time you achieve release,” he sneered, then looked back at the dwarves. “She suffers if you look away.”
The archer moved quietly to her side, dropping to his knees and cupping her face. When it was lifted to the dim light, he could see the forming bruise on her face as well as the tears in her eyes.
“I know you didn’t choose this, and I’m sorry,” he said to her quietly. “I care too much to see him hurt you again or to have our comrades killed.”
“Just don’t hurt me,” she whispered, breaking his heart even further.
“Never,” Kili swore to her. “Try to relax and I’ll do my best to make sure there isn’t too much discomfort. I promise you, I will make this up to you.”
Her lips trembled, and he leaned in to press a gentle whisper of a kiss to her mouth. The trembling continued, and the dwarf gave more kisses in hopes of easing her nervousness.
In his heart and soul, the Durin prince wanted this to happen after their marriage rite had been performed and in the privacy of their own bedchamber. She deserved a soft bed with warm sheets as well as time to explore him as he explored her.
The archer hooked her bound hands around his neck as he leaned in to kiss along her jaw and throat, needing to relax her as much as he could. He knew the others were watching and forced himself to focus solely on her.
“Hurry it up,” the smirking man ordered. “It’s not as if she’s allowed to enjoy it; to them, women are breeding stock only. You’re acting as if she’s worthy of being shown respect. Trust me, she’s not.”
Kili felt the body under his tense at the man’s words and spoke up. He would not let that bastard’s words stand, not wanting Adamanta to believe the cruel ideas that this enemy wanted to impart on her.
“Women are allowed to enjoy bed play with their chosen partner,” he told him. “Miss Baggins is the most honorable person I know, and she deserves her first time to be better than a fast tumble where she’s denied pleasure.”
“You keep arguing with me and not make this go by faster, I’ll start by carving the youngest looking dwarf,” he glared, pointing a knife at Ori.
“Do what you need to do,” she whispered to him, eyes closed. “I won’t be the reason someone gets hurt.”
Kili gave her a desperate kiss, hoping she could feel what he was feeling right at that moment. As he did this, he gently moved her skirts out of the way and removed the undergarment she wore. Carefully, he slid his fingers between her folds and searched for the spot that would help her relax a bit and allow him a way to enter her without hurting her too badly.
When the calloused fingers gently caressed the hidden nub, her eyes flew open to stare at him in shock. Both of them could hear the crazed man demanding that they go faster, but Kili wanted to make sure her body was at least somewhat prepared to accept him.
When he could feel the folds become slick enough, Kili undid the buttons on the trousers and freed himself from the layers he wore. He was keeping her as covered as he could with both her own clothing and his body, not wanting anymore of her modesty compromised. When he was in position, he kissed her softly and then leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“Breathe in, hold it, and when you feel me enter, breathe out slowly. It’ll help,” he assured her, feeling her follow his instructions and slowly entered the tight passage. His cock pressed against the proof of her innocence, and he looked into her eyes again. “Right, Adamanta,” he whispered. “Breathe again and relax.”
When she exhaled, he pushed his way through her maidenhead, heart clenching at the cry of pain that broke free from her. The tightness around him was maddening, but he stayed still and allowed her to relax.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “No more pain, I promise.”
She didn’t relax until his fingers found the hidden nub and began massaging it slowly. When he felt the tightness ease just a bit, Kili began a slow thrusting movement designed to pleasure her. The archer didn’t care what it took, he was going to ensure she had some form of pleasure from this. Her first time would not be just about pain.
Her small body shuddered slightly in his arms as she felt the tingling sensation build around that spot he was rubbing. Now that the pain had died down, the movement he was making inside of her didn’t feel bad either but it was all so strange to her.
Seeing the confusion, Kili pressed another kiss to her lips and continued to pleasure his One. He could feel her body reacting to his touch, the passage becoming slicker as her ardor began to build. It was obvious no one had told her that being intimate was pleasurable, and he wasn’t sure if she knew what was going on inside of her own body.
“Relax, Adamanta,” he soothed in a low tone where only she could hear him. “Let the feeling build and don’t fight it. This is part of what makes bed play so special between lovers.”
The archer could feel her body tightening as it ramped up to its first climax ever, and he hoped that this would help ease the memory of their first time together. If he ever found their captor again, he would kill the man slowly. He pushed the thoughts away, focusing on her.
Kili continued his thrusting, picking up speed as she rocked against his touch. It didn’t take too long before the tension in her body snapped, and he could feel the contractions of the muscles in her passage grip him tightly as she came for the first time ever. He kissed her, moving fast as he pushed himself to his own climax. Within a few moments, he followed her into orgasm and gasped against her shoulder as he spilled himself inside of her.
Once he’d caught his breath and her own breathing had evened out, he looked into her eyes.
“Are you all right?”
At first, she shook her head and then nodded, acting as if she didn’t know the answer to that. Despite the contradicting answer, the archer understood and spoke quietly, wanting to comfort her where he could.
“It’s confusing, I know, and we’ll talk about this soon,” he promised as he slowly pulled out of her. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and cleaned her up before replacing the garments he had removed. Only once she was fully clothed did Kili adjust his own attire, seeing to her comfort first.
All the while he was doing this, their captor was laughing and watching them closely.
“A deal is a deal,” he snickered, leaning down to whisper to the pair. “Congratulations. I hope you two have a long and fruitful life together.”
The human stood up and called out, obviously very pleased with what had happened.
“Let them go” he said, disappearing into the shadows once again.
After he was gone, the manacles on the dwarves were removed by unseen hands and they fell to searching for their supplies, hoping to give the hobbit time to collect herself.
Kili managed to get her hands unbound, gently rubbing at her wrists before helping her to her feet. Fili handed him her cloak, which he settled about her shoulders and fastened the clasp he had loaned to her at the beginning of their journey.
The archer donned his gear, handing her Sting and watching as she belted it on with shaking hands. He wasn’t sure how to comfort her, but he would remain at her side until she was ready to talk.
He noticed someone had shouldered her pack, allowing her a chance to give her injury time to ease off on the pain until Oin bound it.
Kili bit back a sigh when he realized she had clasped her shaking hands in front of her, head down as if to hide from everyone’s eyes. He looked up to see his uncle was noticing the same body language, and the older dwarf shook his head at his sister-son. They would talk later and hopefully do something to help her.
Author’s End Note – Like I said, it’s dark but necessary for the rest of the plot. Things will become tricky because of how hobbits handle things and the fact the company has been trying to teach Adamanta that the way her people do things isn’t always the right way. Please let me know what you thought! I do promise things will get better. ~ Laran
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