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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 – Another chapter to for you to enjoy. I hope everyone is liking what’s being posted so far. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this story.
Chapter Seventeen – Travel Chatter
Adamanta was about to don her pack as the group readied themselves to get off of the Carrock, but it was picked up by Nori before she could even pick it up from where she’d set it. The dwarf just waved off her protests, giving her a wry grin as he settled her pack on top of his.
“With that rib and shoulder, you don’t need to be carrying your pack. Just give yourself time to heal so you can move without pain,” he told her. “Besides, you’ll be having enough trouble with getting down from here.”
“I hadn’t given much thought to that,” she said, looking a bit pale at the way the path went. The height between the levels of the steps was a bit much for her small size.
“It’s not so bad,” Dori soothed, patting her uninjured shoulder. “We’ll be with you every step of the way, Miss Baggins.”
“Right,” she said, rubbing her face for a moment. “All of you have leave to use my first name. You are all friends and dear companions. In truth, all of you have become family to me.”
Her comment made all of the dwarves smile, and Gloin looked at the steps and back at their hobbit as he considered the best way to get the lass down.
“Not exactly hobbit friendly and nearly not dwarf friendly,” he grumbled. “All right, lads, we’ll need to play pass the hobbit to get her down safely. Ori, Balin, will both of you make sure Thorin gets down all right?”
Both agreed, ignoring the king’s comment that he could do it on his own, and Adamanta watched as the rest of the dwarves began to move down the path of the Carrock. Once each one was on a specific level, they stopped and before she could comment, Dori swept her up into his arms and passed her down to the next dwarf. After she was passed to the next one, the dwarves who had helped her down from prior levels hurried down to take places so they continue with passing the hobbit.
The hobbit lass was bright red by the time her feet touched ground, and she looked up at the beaming dwarves and sighed. Though she was embarrassed, Adamanta was truly grateful for their aid. There simply would have been no way for her to get off the Carrock on her own.
“Thank you for your help,” she said to them. “I don’t think I’ve been carried this much since before I learned to walk, but I appreciate the assistance. That would have been too much for me,” the blond haired young lady admitted.
Thorin adjusted what equipment he was allowed to carry as Ori had been sneaky and stolen his pack so he wouldn’t try to agitate his healing wounds. He looked back at the company, noticing how tired they were but knew they had to keep moving.
“We should do our best to push for safety,” he told the group. “We have a lead on the orc pack, but there’s no telling how much ground they will push to gain. Gandalf, how far is this friend’s home from here?”
“If we hurry, we can be there before nightfall,” the Istar told them. “That’s if we don’t stop for breaks, which would be best as time is against us. He’s a skin changer, and he stays in his animal form at night. It’s easier to talk to him when he’s in his man shape.”
“Bombur, do you have something in the supplies that will allow us to eat and walk,” the dwarf lord asked the cook, who nodded.
“Travel bread and dried meat,” he answered, starting to pull the supplies out and handing everyone their meal.
Once they had their food in hand, the company began walking towards the sanctuary that Gandalf had said would be there. The wizard walked beside the king, guiding them to their destination.
Adamanta managed less than half of her food, exhaustion curbing her appetite. She offered the rest to Kili, who shook his head.
“Keep it, you might get hungry later,” he told her. “Drink plenty of water though, it’ll help perk you up some.”
“I will,” she acknowledged, taking a deep drink from her water skin while keeping pace with the archer. “By the way, thank you.”
“For what,” he asked, looking down at his betrothed.
“Your timely intervention with the warg,” Adamanta replied. “I wouldn’t have been able to turn fast enough to block it given the attacks I was fending off. That was an incredible shot.”
“You’re welcome,” Kili responded, giving her a sheepish smile. “I wasn’t going to allow any of them to lay a hand or paw on you. I was very proud of you, Adamanta. You showed a lot of bravery and skill out there, and I can’t thank you enough for stopping them from killing Uncle Thorin.”
“My body reacted before my brain did,” she admitted. “I was so angry and scared, and I knew that I couldn’t let him die just because he was being foolish.”
She was quiet for a moment, and the archer could tell that there was something else she wanted to say so he gave her the time to form the words.
“I heard you and Fili calling out to him, and I didn’t want you to lose him. I didn’t want to lose him either,” Adamanta shared with him. “He’s become someone I know I can trust, and Papa chose well when he asked him to be my guardian along with Gandalf. The thought of losing him…of you losing him, it didn’t sit well at all.”
“Our father died while Mum was carrying our sister,” he commented. “I don’t remember him much; I was around two when he was killed. Uncle Thorin stepped in and played the role of father figure for us. We’ve lost so many of our family since the dragon invaded Erebor, and the idea of losing him now scares me.”
“Well, he’ll be around for a long while if I have anything to say about it,” she answered pertly, making him laugh.
“I’m glad to hear it, Adamanta. Truth be told, I want him there for the other major life events that Fili and I have coming up. Fili is due to marry in a year or so if Dori and Nori agree the time is right,” he said to her. “Eventually, my sister will present her gift to them and I know my brother will want Thorin to be there when the babe takes its first breath so that he can present the baby to him.”
“Is that a dwarven tradition,” she asked, blushing a bit.
“Oh yes,” the archer answered, explaining the tradition to her. “The women of the family will remain in the birthing room to support the one giving birth. In our eyes, this is the greatest battle anyone can face and the women who go through it prove their strength as warriors, even if they have never lifted a sword or axe in their lives. Once the babe is born and the cord is cut, the midwife will call for the father, the patriarch, and the rest of the men in the family. They’re allowed entry, and the baby is handed to the father, who presents the child to the patriarch. Once the child is greeted, respect and reverence are shown to the new mother for undertaking such a battle and overcoming it.
“When the baby is two weeks old, he or she is presented to the community and taken to the priests for its naming day. That’s usually a day of celebration for everyone. I take it hobbits are different?”
“Very,” the lass said to him. “The men want nothing to do with the birthing process and never sees the new mother until she is cleaned and the room shows no signs of what she’s gone through. Usually, they’re outside or at the inn, drinking and smoking while waiting for news. I’ve heard of men who will not go to greet their wives for a long while if the baby is a girl.”
“I will never understand that attitude,” Kili admitted. “Maybe it’s because our women are fewer in number, I don’t know. I just know that the celebration for a healthy daughter is typically livelier than the ones for the boys. Daughters are cherished, and the family considers themselves remarkably blessed for having them. Our family line has been called that for having a daughter each generation.”
“Your mother and sister?”
“Exactly,” he told her, grinning a bit as he did so. “We’ll see how it goes for my generation in regards to girls in the Durin line.”
“Fili wouldn’t mind having a daughter,” she asked, looking up at him.
“Not at all,” the dark haired prince answered with a soft laugh. “He would probably be the most over protective father in Arda if he did, and he’d adore her.”
“Like you wouldn’t be either, little brother,” Fili jested, poking his sibling from behind. It seemed he and Ori had overheard that comment, and the fair haired dwarf was eager to tease his brother.
“I never said I wouldn’t,” he returned. “Only I’m going to make certain any daughter we’re blessed with will be able to kick the arse of any boy around her. She’ll be an amazing warrior like her mum or grandmum.”
“I’m not an amazing warrior,” Adamanta reminded Kili, who grinned at her.
“Not yet but you’re getting there. I can’t think of a better role model for any daughter we have than you or my mum. You’ve got a lot of spirit and courage.”
“If she’s like Dis, Fili will be abdicating in a week,” Balin called back, making the men laugh and Adamanta look rather confused.
“Why did he say that,” she asked, tilting her head when Thorin answered her.
“My sister is known to be the one who rules the family,” he said. “I’m not ashamed to admit it; my sister terrifies me most of the time, and her daughter is nearly as stubborn and willful as her mother is.”
“Good thing too,” Dwalin joked. “Otherwise we’d be in serious trouble with these three trying to run things. Let’s hope the future women of Durin are the same as Dis and Belis or Erebor is in serious trouble.”
Adamanta was rather baffled by the amount of respect the men showed for Kili’s mother, and she was both pleased and daunted by it. Kili seemed to think she had a lot of similarity to his mother and would be an amazing role model for their daughters. Truth was, she didn’t see it.
“What is it,” the archer asked, seeing the mixed expression on her face and knew something was troubling her.
“I can understand your mother and sister being a good role model, but I’m not strong, a warrior, or anything like that.”
“After what happened when uncle came to, I have no doubt you’re a lot like my mum,” Kili reassured her. “No one else but her, my sister, or you would’ve boxed his ears and tore into him as you did. Trust me, it’s a good thing and a quality I want our girls to have.”
“I can’t wait to tell Mum about that,” Fili laughed, ducking a swat from Ori. “She’s going to love Adamanta.”
“Even Fili agrees,” the archer chuckled. “You have a spine of mithril, Adamanta, and it’s finally coming out for you and the rest of Arda to see. If our daughters have half of your spirit and all of your common sense, then I will be one proud dwarf.”
“Provided Mahal blesses either of you with daughters,” Thorin grumped back, still playful. He knew Fili was right; Dis would adore Adamanta and would probably help mold that strength of mithril into something formidable.
“Actually, it’s quite possible,” the hobbit shared. “My grandmother, who I was named after, had twelve children and nearly half of those were girls.”
The entire group stopped for a moment, staring at her in stunned disbelief, and Gandalf chuckled. He knew what had amazed the group, and he spoke up then.
“Hobbits are incredibly fertile,” he reminded them. “Belladonna was considered unique due to the fact she was only able to give Bungo one child. So we’ll have to see how it goes with Adamanta in the future.”
Said hobbit blushed, looking down at her feet, and Kili gave a soft chuckle at that.
“Regardless, each one will be loved and valued for the treasure they are,” he said, making her peek up and give him a smile, her cheeks rosy as she did so.
The dwarves behind her grinned, looking at each other for a moment, before Ori broke his silence with a question.
“I wonder if their kids will have the best or worst of both parents,” the scribe asked. “Kids with big feet, curly hair, and big noses.”
“I do not have a big nose,” Kili growled at his brother’s One. “Curly hair would be adorable though.”
“And the feet,” Fili asked, enjoying the chance to tease his brother.
“Probably small for a hobbit and large for a dwarf, and they’ll be just perfect for our children,” the archer rebutted. “Anyone teases them for it, and I’ll bust their heads open.”
“Along with the rest of us,” Dwalin replied, giving them a bit of a grin. “Any child you two have or Fili and Ori have will quite possibly be spoiled rotten, along with Bombur’s little ones.”
Adamanta looked over at the heavy dwarf, head tilted. She enjoyed learning new things about her companions, and she was quick to question the red haired cook.
“You have children, Master Bombur?”
“Yes, Miss Adamanta, I do. Two boys and a girl,” he replied. “My wife told me before I left that she’s expecting another. She’ll be bringing all four when the caravans for Erebor arrive.”
“I can’t wait to meet them,” she said with a smile. “I think Erebor will be happy to have children in Her halls again. Having life within Her halls, laughing and living, might be what’s needed to help Her heal.”
“I think it just might,” the dwarf agreed, making the others smile and continue talking about the future while they traveled. There was a lot to look forward to, and all of them were hoping that things would continue to improve while they were on this journey. The fact they were gaining more distance between them and the orc pack was something to be encouraged about.
Author’s End Note – A bit of a filler but a necessary one to help with transition of time. Please let me know what you think so far! ~ Laran
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