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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 – Everyone’s response to the chapters has been amazing so far. I’m so glad you are all enjoying the story. I love this one and will be sad once it’s finished, but Mahal knows I have a lot more in progress to work on and post!
I’m going to be updating a few chapters again today so buckle in and enjoy!
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story.
Chapter Fifteen – Proposal and Chases
When the two made their way back to camp, the worried eyes of Thorin, Gandalf, and Kili were watching them closely. The worry didn’t disappear until Balin met their eyes and gave a tiny smile and nod, silently telling them that all was well. It was obvious to the older dwarf that the concern over the lass wouldn’t ease until she’d finally healed from what was done to her, and he hoped that helping her would also aid the youngest of Dis’s sons to heal as well.
After helping Adamanta to her seat, the advisor approached the wizard and two dwarves and addressed them in a soft voice. He was glad to have good news to share with them, knowing this would help alleviate some of the stress they were carrying.
“She has agreed to allow Kili to present his suit to her in front of the company and knows that if she accepts, they will be wed once we reach the safe place that Gandalf spoke of. Miss Adamanta had a lot of worries plaguing her, and they will take time to dissipate. Part of that will be up to Kili in how he handles everything from this point forward. The rest of it will be helped along by the company.”
“How do I do this,” the young dwarf asked softly, looking to his uncle. “I want this to go well and don’t want her thinking this is because of duty or anything else. I need this to be a happy memory for her to look back on in the years to come.”
“Be honest with her, Kili,” the monarch advised, squeezing his nephew’s shoulder. “You know she is your One, and remember her background. Hearth, home, and love is more important to her than riches. When do you wish to do this?”
“Now,” Kili answered, looking at his uncle’s advisor as well as the dwarf who he viewed as a father. “She could risk worrying about things further if I delay in doing this. I don’t want worries preying on her mind if I can help it.”
“As you wish, sister-son,” Thorin answered, rising to his feet and escorting his nephew to where the hobbit was sitting. “Miss Baggins, my sister-son would like to speak with you if you would be willing to hear him out?”
“I am willing, Master Oakenshield,” Adamanta answered, eyes moving from king to nephew and back again. She was a bit taken aback by the formality but suspected this was a traditional thing for their people.
Thorin gave her a small bow before returning to his seat, and he could see the eyes of the company were fixed on the couple. He turned his own gaze towards them, hoping that things would go well for both. Mahal knew they definitely deserved a chance for happiness, and he sent up a silent prayer to their creator for help for the young couple.
Kili sank gracefully to his knees in front of her, head lowered for a moment as he gathered his words together. He had never been one for pretty speeches, and this was one of the most important ones he would ever give in his life.
“Miss Baggins, I am here to place my heart at your feet,” the archer began, words ringing with honesty. “During the course of our friendship, a gift from you I cherish greatly, I have discovered that you are my One.”
The company completely went still at his opening words, and Fili gave his uncle a questioning look since his brother seemed to be breaking with tradition in asking for her hand in public as well as skipping the courting period. Thorin gave his sister-son a nod, silently telling him that this had his blessing and they would speak of this matter later.
“You are a cherished companion and loyal friend; you steady me where I tend to be flighty and headstrong. You see me for who I am and do not care about the power my family wields,” the brown haired Durin told her. “I seek to have you know my heart, to walk beside me through the years as we heal what was broken. I would create a home with you so that we may share our lives together – to laugh, to argue, to cry, and to smile within our own sanctuary. If Mahal and the Green Lady are willing, I would have a family with you – daughters to raise to be as strong, wise, and spirited as their mother and grandmother and sons to instruct to follow the wisdom of common sense, to respect others, and value life and love.
“I would do and give all of this,” Kili continued. “I will do this for you and with you, Miss Baggins, if you would but accept my heart and grant me the privilege of becoming your husband.”
It was deathly quiet after that, and Adamanta looked into his eyes to see if there was truth to his words. In the warm brown depths, she could see the wish for home and family with her as well as the love that was starting to grow. Her own heart beat just a bit faster when she saw this, and her voice was soft but easily heard by the group.
“I cannot imagine life without you, Master Kili,” she said to him. “My heart hurts at the thought of it, and I would have you by my side through all things. There are a lot of things I have to learn about myself and life, but I truly wish for you to be at my side through everything the future brings. Yes, I will accept your heart and become your wife.”
Kili gave her a bright smile, eyes soft, and she smiled back at him as he took her hands, pressing kisses to the backs of them.
“Congratulations on your betrothal. I wish both of you a long life of happiness,” Thorin called out, granting both of them a warm smile as he did so.
The rest of the company was quick to offer their own words of joy, happy to see that the two were moving forward from that awful time in the mountain. All of them knew there was more needed for her recovery and growth, and each of them promised themselves to be there for their hobbit when she needed them.
Adamanta accepted each congratulation quietly, blushing deeper with each one that reached her. Kili had seated himself beside her, looking happier than she had ever seen him, and a large part of her was so very pleased to know that she had played a part in making him so happy. Another part of her heart was frightened, but Balin’s words and the love in the eyes of her future husband helped to ease that.
Once the noise had died down, Thorin climbed to his feet and addressed the group. Despite the wonderful news, he knew they had a long way to go yet until they could find a place to rest.
“It’s still early yet so I would like to set out and try to get a bit closer to our goal,” he told his company. “We’ve still got a long distance to travel in order to reach our destination; we’ve got good news to cheer our hearts while we travel to our next stopping point.”
There was a quiet roar of approval, and the company scrambled to pack up and get going. Their moods in regards to facing a long walk was fairly high, and they were willing to get moving without complaining about needing rest.
Adamanta ensured all of her belongings were in the pack, bedroll tied to it, before donning the leather travel pack. Her eyes moved to Kili, who was ensuring all of his weapons were in place, and she gave a small smile at the sight of him. He was beaming, and it made her feel warm inside to know she had played a part in the joy he was showing.
“Congratulations, Miss Baggins,” Ori said to her, giving her a gentle smile. “I wish you all the happiness in Arda.”
“Thank you, Master Ori,” she replied, smiling back and falling into step beside him as the company set off.
She and the scribe were directly behind Fili and Kili, and they stayed close as they still had another day or so of traveling down the mountain. Adamanta felt safer behind Kili, and Ori had confided that he felt the same with Fili.
The group had travelled for several hours when something drew the hobbit’s attention away from her conversation with the young dwarf. She spotted movement out of the corner of her eye and was quick to call her betrothed’s name.
“Kili,” the girl hissed out, making him turn his head back towards her.
“What is it, Adamanta,” he asked, both dropping the formality now that they were promised to marry.
“There’s movement to our left,” the blond informed him. “I’m not sure what it is, but it’s getting closer.”
Kili’s keen eyes watched the area she had indicated, spotting the same thing she had seen. He frowned for a moment, not liking what it was he was seeing. The shapes were too indistinctive but held an ominous feel to them. He didn’t like it and was quick to inform the leader of the company about what they’d spotted.
“Uncle,” he called out in a low voice. “We’re being watched.”
As Thorin turned to address his nephew, everyone paused at the sound of a warg’s howl. He growled in anger and frustration, looking back to the company.
“We need to move quickly,” the future king ordered. “We really don’t want a confrontation here on such a narrow path. This makes for a dangerous field to do battle on if it comes to it.”
“Indeed,” Gandalf commented, watching the area where the hobbit had spotted their watchers. “Run!”
The group took off down the path, and Kili had stayed at Adamanta’s side to ensure she kept her balance on the downwards slope. She could see Fili doing the same for Ori and found herself grateful for the help.
She could hear the approaching wargs grow closer, and her chest ached as the still healing rib was jostled with each hurried step she took. The hobbit gave no indication of her pain, focused on getting to safety.
The group emerged in a small clearing, and Adamanta looked around her. There was a steep drop off and a very narrow path ahead. Her breath caught in her throat when a warg appeared on the path, cutting off their escape route.
“Into the trees,” the wizard shouted, sending the dwarves and hobbit to the trees. This would keep them out of the reach of the wargs for the moment, though the Istar would have to come up with some plan to get them completely out of this predicament.
Adamanta grumbled to herself, realizing the branches were too high for her to reach, but before she could say anything, she heard a shout as a strong pair of hands wrapped around her waist. The hobbit blushed at the contact but said nothing as she knew this was to help her get to safety.
“Fili,” her betrothed called out before tossing the blond haired girl up to his brother.
She didn’t even have time to make a sound before she was caught by the fair haired brother and set onto a branch next to him. Adamanta held onto the limb above her for balance, eyes wide as she watched the scene.
“There you go, Miss Baggins,” Fili said, reaching down to help Ori and then Kili up the tree.
The archer took a seat next to her, eyes grimly watching the scene as every dwarf finally found safety. His voice was soft, sounding none too pleased with the scenario as more wargs and orcs entered the clearing.
“This does not bode well,” he said to her, then gasped when a pale orc rode into the clearing on a white warg. “Merciful Mahal, it cannot be.”
“Is that the one from Master Balin’s story,” the hobbit asked, trying very hard not to show her fear at the moment. “If so, isn’t he supposed to be dead?”
“I don’t know how he survived a wound like the one uncle gave him,” Kili murmured. “Yes, that is Azog the Defiler.”
The hobbit began praying to any Valar that would listen, hoping for a solution to their problems as the orcs pointed to the dwarves in the trees and laughed at the situation. Right now, the company needed a miracle to get out of this.
Author’s End Note – Here we go; everything is on the move again. Please tell me what you thought of the story! Thanks for reading. ~ Laran
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