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A Hobbit's Rescue	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 5699 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s Note – I had fun with coming up with a wedding ritual for this story; I wanted it unique and hope that I achieved that. Enjoy!
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from the story.
Chapter Nineteen – The Marriage of Adamanta and Kili
Two days passed after their arrival at Beorn’s home, and the company used the time to rest and recover from the stressful encounters they had recently faced. Both Thorin and Adamanta healed from their battle with the orcs, moving carefully until their bodies were ready to regain their natural abilities to move properly. The monarch had been cautious during the time he’d spent at the skin changer’s forge to work on the present that the hobbit had given him material for as well as something needed for the marriage rite. The blacksmith had ensured that his path didn’t cross with Kili’s so he wouldn’t see what he was working on. He knew that his nephew had been hard at work on both the bead and the present he would present his bride on the day of their marriage rite.
After gaining Beorn’s permission, Oin had harvested a few things from their host’s garden and had taken the hobbit aside to discuss the option of keeping herself from conceiving a child. The herbal concoction he had given her would not harm a babe if she was already carrying from the first time she had been with Kili, but it would protect her if she had not conceived. They had discussed her monthly courses, and the hobbit had confessed that she wasn’t sure because she had been irregular since her body had begun to give the sign of fertility. Adamanta had told him that her mother had often said it wasn’t unusual for younger female hobbits and that the issue would line itself out by the time she hit her forties.
Oin had listened to her and stated that he would keep an eye on her just in case she had conceived during her first time. The healer had stressed the need for her to take the potion, just in case, as it would be dangerous for her to be on the road while pregnant. He had also admitted that this was a remedy he used for the women of his people and had cut the dose back as hobbits were smaller. The order was to ensure she took it every day at the same time, and she had promised to do so. She had taken it every morning at the same time, knowing the old dwarf was correct about this need to protect herself.
On the day of their marriage rite, the animals of Beorn’s house had been working on preparing a feast in their honor. Their host had ensured that everything needed for the ritual had been given to them; Adamanta had shared her tale with him, leaving nothing out, and he admired the archer for ensuring that the hobbit had been allowed to make her choice regarding the outcome of that short time in captivity.
Adamanta had spent the morning outdoors, enjoying the sunshine and flowers while relaxing before she had to go and get ready. A part of her was nervous about the day’s event, but the rest of her was both content and happy. In her mind, she was following through with the best choice she could have made in the situation. Her heart told her it was right and, while watching the bees visit the flowers, she was praying that she would find love with her soon to be husband.
The hobbit trusted the dwarven instinct in regards to finding their Ones and knew that his intuition about her being his One was solid. All she could do now was get to know him better and wait to see what direction her heart took her. Her determination now was to be a good wife for Kili and work on creating a happy life for both of them.
With a soft sigh, she rose to her feet and headed inside. The hobbit had laid out a skirt and bodice that was in a shade of blue close to the one the Durins seemed to favor. The only instructions she had been given was to leave her hair down, which she had not done at all during her time on the journey since it was rather time consuming to brush out if it had been left down for too long. The thick curly hair had a bad habit of tangling when allowed to remain unbound.
Once she arrived in her room, she found a small piece of fabric on the bed next to the outfit she had laid out. Curiously, she picked it up and found two golden items that Thorin had been working on for her. Eagerly, she picked up the first one and examined it.
The bead was beautiful, narrow and long with a phrase from the story the dwarves had about the courtship of Mahal and Yavanna. After listening to Ori share the story with her, Adamanta had chosen to have Yavanna’s responses engraved into the metal for both the bead and the other piece she’d asked Thorin to make. The bead read “my heart is a garden where your love will grow.”
The other item was a gold ring, flat surface instead of rounded, and etched on it was “forever faithful, forever yours.’ The writing on both was in the dwarves’ traditional language, and Thorin had worked long on this to ensure both items were flawless.
Adamanta smiled, setting them aside and began changing into the outfit she had chosen for the rite. Over the chemise, she wore two petticoats and the short sleeved blouse. After fastening those in place, she slid the dark blue skirt over the petticoats, buttoning the waistband properly. The bodice was laced on, and she examined herself in the small mirror Beorn had loaned her.
The outfit was plain but the color suited her, bringing a darker hue to her eyes. She ensured her mother’s locket was on, and it could be seen due to the modest neckline of her blouse.
The hobbit grabbed her brush and ran it through the loose curls of her hair. She didn’t stop until the tangles were gone and the color gleamed in the light in her room. Her hair flowed over her shoulders, stopping near her hips. The length was the reason she kept it tied back as well as the curls that stayed despite the weight of her hair.
“Miss Adamanta,” a voice called. “Are you ready?”
After tucking the cloth with the ring and bead into her pocket, she opened the door, finding Dwalin waiting for her. The rugged warrior had cleaned up, beard and what was left of his hair brushed neatly with proper braids. The lass gave him a smile, which was returned.
“It’s time,” she asked, watching him for a moment.
“It’s time,” the dwarf responded, offering her his arm. She took it, not feeling intimidated by the height of the seasoned veteran.
Dwalin escorted her out to the gardens where her favorite flowers grew, and she inhaled the sweet aroma of honeysuckle with a soft smile. They had chosen the area where she would feel the most relaxed, and she adored them for it.
As they approached the area where the rite was to take place, she could see that the company had divided themselves into two lines for her to walk between. At the head of them was Thorin and Balin with Kili waiting on them.
Dwalin escorted her towards the three, flanked on either side by the line of company members. She could see the smile on each of their faces, sharing nonverbally just how happy they were for her and Kili. It made her heart warm, and she turned her eyes towards where her betrothed was.
From what she could see, the archer’s brown hair had been tamed, pulled back away from his face with a clasp. She could see a braid similar to what Thorin and Fili wore starting behind his ear so as to keep the braid out of the way when he used the bow.
“Welcome Adamanta, daughter of Belladonna and Bungo,” Thorin greeted.
The hobbit sank into a curtsy, showing respect to her guardian as she did so. Her hand didn’t leave Dwalin’s arm, and it steadied her as she gracefully rose back to a standing position.
“Kili, son of Krili, heir of the Durin line, has come before me with a request to engage in the marriage rite with you. Does this meet your favor, daughter of Belladonna?”
“It does,” she answered, voice clear.
“The first step of the rite is to prove that you are strong together,” the monarch declared as Balin stepped forward.
While the advisor tied a loop around her left wrist, Thorin continued, explaining what the purpose was for the rope.
“Here in the wild, without hearth or home, families must be strong to stand together. The two of you must acknowledge the other and protect where the other cannot.”
The other end of a three foot rope was tied around Kili’s left wrist, binding them together. Once that was done, each of them was handed a beautifully created dagger. The hilt was bound with dark leather, and the blade shone in the sunlight. Adamanta caught sight of etchings in the blade, realizing they were dwarvish runes.
“For this trial, you will face two of the best sword fighters in the company,” Thorin continued, watching as Balin drew his own blade and Fili stepped forward, drawing a blade of his own.
The hobbit swallowed against the tightness in her throat, staring at the pair. She was barely out of amateur phase of learning how to use the sword, and she knew Balin and Fili had years of experience compared to her meagre skills.
“Don’t worry,” Kili said softly, hoping to reassure her. “They’re not here to harm us, just test us to see how well we can read each other and work together. Do what feels natural.”
Adamanta nodded, adjusting her grip on her dagger. She knew that she would have to follow his lead as he had more experience with this than her. The lass trusted him to ensure they would make it through this trial.
Moments later, both Balin and Fili lunged and Adamanta parried the blow from Balin, following a sixth sense to duck and found Kili striking out at Balin. She covered for her betrothed, blocking the blow from his brother. The hobbit used her smaller height to her advantage, ducking between the blond dwarf’s legs when he tried to stride closer to his brother. She spun, noticing the rope’s position at the same Kili did, and both shared a nod before running the same direction. The rope caught the older brother at the knee and knocked him over.
Adamanta kicked his sword out of the way, ensuring to connect the ball of her foot with the hilt of the weapon and not the blade. She turned to spot Balin and Kili fighting each other, and she could tell her betrothed was being hard pressed by the more experienced swordsman.
Taking advantage of the older dwarf’s distraction, she circled around both, making sure to keep enough slack in the rope so that Kili wouldn’t be hindered. As soon as she was in position, making sure her betrothed could see her, the hobbit ran at the white haired dwarf, catching him by the knees and knocking him over.
When Balin hit the ground, Kili kicked his blade out of his hand and Thorin called out.
“Enough,” he said, bringing the duel to a halt. The monarch was fairly impressed with how the two had worked; they seemed to be able to anticipate each other fairly well, and he was resolved to ensure Dwalin worked on this knack the pair had.
“You two have proven your strength and ability to work together,” he told them, watching as Fili helped Balin to his feet. The advisor chuckled, removing the ropes from their wrists and taking their daggers while the couple gave each other a smile.
“Kneel,” the monarch instructed the pair, watching as Adamanta sank to the ground. Her skirts pooled around her, and she placed her hands in her lap. His nephew wasn’t quite as graceful, but he could see the determination to see this rite through. Thorin was proud of both of them, knowing they had a difficult path ahead of them and both would do what they could to ensure they travelled this journey as smoothly as they could.
“Adamanta, daughter of Belladonna, do you swear yourself to your One? Do you swear to honor him in all ways, to support him when he is in need of your strength, to be his voice of reason when he requires it, allow him to shelter you when you have need, and walk with him as you traverse the life Mahal and Yavanna have granted you?”
“I do so swear,” she replied, voice clear enough for all assembled to hear.
“Kili, son of Krili, do you swear yourself to your One? Do you swear to honor her in all ways, to support her when she is in need of your strength, to shelter her and heed her when she speaks the words of reason you require, and walk with her as you traverse the life Mahal and Yavanna has granted you?”
“I do so swear,” Kili said, meeting his uncle’s eyes as he answered him.
“Then bestow upon her the braid that will mark her as yours,” Thorin commanded, watching as Kili moved towards the hobbit. Even though the archer typically didn’t wear but one braid, he had memorized this particular braid when his mother had instructed him on it.
The curly hair didn’t defy the skilled fingers as he braided three locks of hair from her left temple to back behind her ear. He didn’t stop until the braid was near the end of her hair, draped over her shoulder. Once done, he closed the braid with a long bead, this one holding flowers etched into the gold as well as tiny dwarven runes.
Adamanta recognized the flowers and smiled up at him, heartened that he’d remembered the flowers for eternal devotion, faithfulness, and pure love. He smiled back her, nodding before sinking back to his original position.
“Adamanta, daughter of Belladonna, bestow upon him the braid that will mark him as yours,” he said. He’d had Fili teach her the braid a bride would grant upon her husband, and he watched as she started the braid behind Kili’s left ear. The hobbit ensured it was tight and neat, and it wouldn’t get into the archer’s way. Once done, she sealed the braid with the bead she’d asked the monarch to make for her.
“Have you tokens of love to exchange with each other?”
At their nods, he continued with the ceremony. The dwarf lord was happy to be the one to do this for them. The priests of Mahal were traditionally the ones to perform the marriage rites, and this was an occasion that he would treasure the memory of forever.
“You may exchange them, starting with Adamanta,” he told them.
The hobbit slipped her hand into her pocket, taking Kili’s left hand as she did so. She slid the ring onto his finger, placing a soft kiss to the knuckles before letting the hand go. His eyes widened when he read the runes, then softened as he looked back at her.
His gift to her was a bracelet made of three chains woven together. Two of the chains were each crafted of three tiny chains braided together to form a larger chain. The third was a series of linked flowers that mimicked those on her bead. It was simple, beautiful, and she adored the token.
At the nod from his uncle, Kili leaned in to press a soft kiss to her smiling lips. Her eyes closed for a moment, opening only when the kiss ended. Her new husband rose, his brother moving to stand beside him as the rest of the dwarves, save for Thorin and the princes, went onto one knee.
Adamanta remained still as her guardian wove a braid into her hair on the right side of her head, starting behind her ear and working all of the way down to the end of the locks of hair. He sealed the braid with a flat bead that was identical to the ones he and his nephews wore. This bead held the seal of the line of Durin.
“I welcome a new daughter to the line of Durin,” he said to the group before pressing a small kiss to her forehead. He helped her rise to her feet, handing her to her husband who had her turn to face the group of kneeling dwarves.
Thorin’s voice was proud and carried to the dwarves, Gandalf, Beorn, and the animals who had been watching the rite.
“I am proud to present Lady Adamanta, soon to be princess of Erebor, wife to Prince Kili, son of Krili and Princess Dis,” he announced, making her blush as the group cheered.
Author’s End Note – I’m sure everyone’s noticed Adamanta’s title and are curious as to why it’s Lady and not princess. That explanation will come up soon, I promise! Please let me know what you think of the chapter! ~ Laran
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