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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 enjoy. I do hope you will like it, and the next chapters will have a bit more meat and plot to them, I promise.
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I earn money from this story.
Chapter Eighteen – Arrival at Beorn’s
The group traveled through the day, not stopping in order to make it to the sanctuary that Gandalf had told them about. As they travelled, Balin quietly told Thorin what he remembered about the marriage rite they would perform once things settled at their destination. The monarch listened to what his advisor had shared with him, wanting to get everything right so his nephew and ward would be able to join their lives together. It would be a good step in the right direction for both of them to heal from the trauma they’d gone through. Right now, he just hoped that this person Gandalf knew would grant them sanctuary for a few days to heal and to see to it that the actions the human had taken against their hobbit would be made right.
The sun was starting to begin its descent when they crested the hill and spotted the farm the wizard had told them about.
“Is that our destination, Gandalf,” Thorin asked, looking over at the Istar, who nodded.
“He lives with his animals in isolation,” Gandalf told him. “He may not be comfortable with all of us approaching at once.”
The dwarven king looked over his shoulder, eyeing his party. Most looked tired, and he was worried about the hobbit who appeared to be ready to fall over.
“We need the sanctuary, Gandalf,” he said to the wizard.
“I know,” he replied. “Let me take Adamanta and Kili with me to start with, and wait for a while before sending the group in by twos or threes.”
“Try not to take too long, Tharkûn,” the heir of Durin warned, sounding concerned for his company.
“I won’t,” the immortal magic user assured him, turning to face the group. “Adamanta, Kili, if you’ll come with me?”
The hobbit nodded, drawing in a deep breath to try to boost her energy. Kili gently guided her forward, noticing her exhaustion and realizing she might need someone to lean on if it became worse. She was too close to falling asleep standing up, and he didn’t like that at all.

The trio headed to the farm, moving down the hill. Adamanta blinked when a large man came out of the house, heading towards them. She’d never seen anyone so tall before, and it was a tad bit intimidating to her.
“Who are you,” the huge skin changer demanded, then blinked at the sight of the small lass standing a little behind the wizard. “Oh my, such a tiny lass. I’ve not seen halflings in this area for centuries.”
“You know my kind,” the hobbit asked, then blinked when she realized what she’d done. “My apologies, sir, my manners seem to have disappeared on me. I am Adamanta Baggins,” she introduced herself, giving him a curtsy.
“Such a polite little miss,” the man said. “Why are you here, little Miss Baggins?”
“Well, we’re traveling with a group and were beset upon by orcs,” she told him. “We were lucky in getting away from them and have been hurrying to reach safety quickly in case they manage to close in on us again.”
The man looked to the archer beside her, frowning slightly. He wasn’t pleased with the hobbit’s report, disliking orcs more than he did dwarves.
“More dwarves,” he asked, and the hobbit nodded.
“Counting Gandalf, our party numbers fifteen,” the lass replied. “I apologize for dropping in on you like this, sir, but we are exhausted and have some injured in our group.”
“And you need sanctuary until they are healed enough to continue on your journey?”
“Yes, please,” Adamanta said to him. “I do have some coin for repayment or we can barter something you might want or need in exchange for your hospitality.”
The shape changer tilted his head, then chuckled. He was rather taken by her manners and kind spirit, and Beorn knew he wanted to hear more of the tale she had partially shared with him.
“I would like to hear the story of how a hobbit decides to leave her green home, travelling with a company of dwarves, and winds up here,” he told her. “That would be payment enough, little bunny.”
The hobbit froze at the name, grief shining in her blue eyes, and both wizard and dwarf stared at her in concern. The large man blinked, noticing the reaction.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, pressing a hand to her heart. “My papa used to call me that. I haven’t heard that pet name since he passed.”
“I’m sorry, little miss,” the shape changer said. “I did not mean to cause you grief.”
“You didn’t,” Adamanta assured him, blinking back tears. “It’s good to hear it again, even if it’s not from my papa.”
“I am Beorn,” the wild looking man introduced himself. “You and your party may stay with me until you are ready to leave. I would suggest someone goes to retrieve your company,” he told the dwarf, who nodded and headed to call the others.
The hobbit gave him a soft smile, curtsying to the man. She was so very grateful to have a roof over her head, and the knowledge that they would be safe during their stay on Beorn’s lands was something the lass appreciated a great deal.
“Thank you so much,” she told him. “I promise you’ll hear the story.”
He smiled to her, voice gentle when he spotted her sway. It was rather obvious that she was exhausted and staying on her feet by sheer force of will.
“I will be patient until you can tell it,” Beorn said to her. “Now, let’s get you indoors so you can rest.”
“Thank you,” Adamanta murmured, glad that he was so willing to aid them as he did.
Beorn nodded, escorting her into the house and to a small bedroom. He opened the door, letting her view the simple interior. It wasn’t fancy and had a bed with a table and chairs in front of the fireplace.
“It looks amazing,” she responded, rubbing her face. “I hate to trouble you, Master Beorn, but is there a place for me to clean up? I’m covered in orc and warg blood. There is no way I could sleep comfortably while I am so filthy.”
“It’s no trouble at all,” the large man replied in a sympathetic tone. “I’ll have a bath brought to you, little miss, so you can bathe in privacy.”
“Thank you so much,” she said, tilting her head when the hobbit heard a mix of sounds from the main door. “It sounds like the rest of my party is here.”
“The bath will be here soon,” he told her. “I will inform the others of where you are and that you will emerge when you’re ready.”
“Thank you,” Adamanta repeated herself, watching the man as he left. She frowned, realizing her pack wasn’t there and hoped someone would think to give it to her.
The hobbit was alone for a few moments before a small group of sheep entered, carrying her pack, a small tub, and several buckets of warm water. She spotted another one bringing towels and soap. It was a bit odd but charming to see Beorn’s animals helping out this way.
“Thank you so very much,” she told them politely, taking her pack and pulling out a change of clothing. By the time she had it laid out, the tub was full of water and waiting for her.
The rest of the animals had departed, but one sheep remained, tilting its head at her for a moment and nosing at the filthy garment she wore.
“Oh,” she realized. “You want to take my clothing? They’re awfully dirty; I don’t want to leave it for you to clean.”
It shook its head, waiting for her to remove her clothing, and she did so, setting them within the sheep’s reach. Adamanta removed her bandages, then sank into the tub with a content sigh as the warm water helped her muscles relax. She scrubbed at her hair and the rest of her body, removing all of the dirt and blood that had accumulated on her skin.
Despite her desire to soak and enjoy the warm water, the lass got out of the tub once she was clean and dried herself off. Once she was in her small clothes, she heard a knock on her door.
“Miss Adamanta,” came the healer’s voice. “If you’re finished with your bath, I’d like to take care of your wounds.”
“It’s safe to come in, Master Oin,” Adamanta called to him.
The healer came in, spotting the wet haired hobbit, and gave her a small smile. The lass looked a bit better now that she had bathed.
“I see you’ve gotten yourself comfortable,” he told her, pulling salves and bandages out of his pack. “Feeling better?”
“Much,” Adamanta replied. “It’s nice to have all of the blood and dirt off of me.”
“I can imagine,” the dwarf replied, taking care of her wounds before stepping back. “No signs of infection, which is good. How are you feeling, any pain?”
“A dull ache in my ribs,” she informed him. “I’m just more tired than anything else.”
“Go ahead and get some rest,” Oin told her. “I’ll let the others know what’s going on and make sure you’re left alone to sleep yourself out. I believe Thorin will be using that time so he can speak to our host about the marriage rites for you and Kili.”
“That reminds me,” she began, pulling a chemise on to sleep in. “Hobbits don’t exchange gifts, but is there anything I need to have for Kili for all of this? I know gift exchanges are part of the courting, but I don’t know if it also applies to the marriage rites.”
“From what I understand, one part of our tradition has remained the same since the days this rite was performed. Kili will braid your hair and include a bead with a symbol of his love for you and possibly gift you with something else that he has created to show his devotion to you and the family you are creating. Thorin will also add another braid with a bead to state that you are now a member of the Durin line. As far as your portion, usually you would have a bead for him as well as something to commemorate the wedding.”
“The only thing I can do is sew, and I don’t have the fabric or anything for a gift for him,” the girl said to him, looking a tad bit frustrated at the realization that she might not be able to reciprocate during the wedding ritual.
“You can have something crafted for him, lass,” the healer reminded her, a little amused and proud of her for ensuring that her decision would go as perfect as possible.
“Is there another jeweler in the company besides Kili,” the wet haired lass asked him, taking a seat on the bed as she did so.
“Thorin is a blacksmith, but he’s picked quite a bit over the years while Kili has been training. He might be able to help you there; do you want me to send him to you?”
“If he’s not busy,” she answered, giving him a small smile.
Oin left the room, and Adamanta pulled the bag of gold from the pack that she’d hidden several pouches in. One bag could be used to craft the bead and maybe something as a present as the healer had mentioned. She hoped the king would be able to help her make the marriage rite special for Kili when the time came.
Author’s End Note - They are now safe and sound – for the moment at least. Please let me know what you thought of the chapter! ~ Laran
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