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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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Chapter Two – Setting Out
Thorin found the girl in her bedroom, muttering softly to herself while she was sorting through garments. She tossed what looked to be rather frilly dresses to one side without any sort of respect for them. From the looks of things, the lass was pulling out heavy articles of clothing that would keep her warm on the journey.
There was a mix of skirts, bodices, and blouses laying near her pack, and each of them were well made. Though he would rather she travelled in trousers, Thorin approved of her choices and knew these items would protect her on the road.
“You’ll need a cloak that will keep you protected from the elements as well as any female items that you might require,” he said, offering what packing advice he could provide.
Adamanta nodded, hurrying to the bathroom and coming back with a several bags. They went into the travel pack along with all but one of the outfits she’d picked out. A few handkerchiefs were placed in as well, and she added her sewing kit too.
“I’ll leave you to change,” the dwarf told her. “Do you have a weapon at all?”
“I have the sword my mother was given during her travels,” she answered. “I can use it a bit; she was teaching me what she knew before she died.”
“We’ll finish that training while we’re travelling,” Thorin promised. “I’ll wait for you in the front sitting room,” he added, leaving the hobbit alone in her room.
Once the dwarf had closed the door behind him, Adamanta slipped out of the simple dress she was wearing and pulled on a set of warm undergarments, adding several petticoats for protection and modesty before pulling on a simple blouse and dark green skirt. She laced on the bodice that matched, tugging on a green coat.
Once dressed, the lass knelt at the trunk that rested at the foot of her bed and opened it. She pulled out a simple locket that had been her mother’s, putting it around her neck, and then removed the sword that her mother had left her.
Adamanta checked the blade before belting it around her waist, getting it into a comfortable position. She dropped the cloth and sharpening kit into her pack, knowing she had everything she needed for this journey.
The lass picked up the pack and her cloak, heading to her father’s study. She was aware of the eyes of the men watching her when she opened a simple cask, pulling out several bags of coins that had been set aside for her use for housekeeping.
“We will be covering all of the expenses, Miss Baggins,” Thorin pointed out softly, watching as she put the money into her pack and buried it deep inside to keep the pouches hidden.
“One never knows if an emergency will come, sir,” Adamanta told him. “I’d rather be over-prepared and not need it, then to need it and not have it. Besides, it also means fewer coins to go towards whoever inherits Bag End.”
Gandalf handed her a packet and what looked to be a small strainer. She blushed a bit, recognizing the contents of the packet.
“Don’t want to forget these, my dear,” he said, gently patting her shoulder as she packed the items he’d given her, then closed the travel pack securely.
Adamanta folded and rolled a bedroll and a very heavy blanket that would keep her warm in the night. Thorin helped her tie that to her pack, approving of the weight of the bedding.
“Is that everything, Miss Baggins,” the monarch asked as she donned the cloak she had chosen.
“I think so, sir,” she said quietly. “Anything else is too large and would be noticed if it’s gone. I have Mama’s locket and her sword, and that’s everything I dare bring with me.”
Thorin’s lips pressed together as he looked at the wizard, who looked as angry as he felt. No female should be rushed from their home at the dark of night and made to forsake keepsakes of her family. He kept picturing his sister in the same situation, and his rage only grew.
“Right then, Miss Baggins, we should be going. The company is waiting for us, and the weather will slow us down,” he said, watching as she donned the cloak and tied it closed.
“Do you have a clasp available to hold that closed better,” he asked, grinding his teeth as he heard the response.
“It belonged to Grandmother Baggins and would be missed,” she answered.
Thorin picked up her pack, allowing her to lead the way out of the house. He watched her as she stopped at the doorway, turning for a moment to look back into the home she had grown up in before setting her shoulders. He could see her chin lift, showing a moment of bravery that the dwarf respected, and she turned to step out into the stormy night.
“I’ll take her pack if you will have her ride with you,” the monarch told the wizard while they headed to where their mounts were tied. “I’ll make sure she has a pony after we reach Bree.”
“Agreed,” Gandalf said, helping Adamanta onto the back of the animal before mounting the brown horse and getting himself settled. He waited while Thorin tied off her pack and mounted his own pony, and then the small group made their way to Bree.
If the hobbit looked back, Thorin never noticed it. She kept her eyes forward, looking towards their goal instead of what lay behind.
It would be rough going, the monarch mused to himself as they rode. The girl was untrained for the most part and rather soft, but he could sense the presence of a core of metal in her soul. Time would only tell what kind of metal lay there, but he suspected it would be mithril.
Thorin wished he had time to take the lass to his sister, knowing she would fare better there, but it would take time they didn’t have to make the journey back to Ered Luin. The girl would simply have to learn to work with them and survive, and he hoped she was as eager to learn as Gandalf implied she was. For better or worse, Adamanta Baggins was now the fourteenth member of his company.
The weather did not break as they reached Bree, and all three of them were soaked to the bone by the time they reached the inn where the others were waiting. Thorin had been mildly impressed with the girl, who had not asked for breaks nor had she complained.
The monarch dismounted, then moved to the horse and helped her down. She landed on her feet easily enough, regaining her balance quickly.
“Thank you,” she murmured, waiting for her companions and trying to take her pack after the dwarf removed it from his mount.
Thorin simply guided her into the inn, wanting to get warm and dry. He hoped his nephews had behaved and not tried to drive the elders into early insanity. Fili had calmed somewhat since meeting his One, and the presence of the young dwarf helped to steady his heir. Kili was the one who was still rather wild and tried to drag his older brother into mischief when he could.
He could hear a soft sigh of appreciation when the three of them stepped into the warm building and felt the same. It was nice being out of the inclement weather.
“Thorin,” a voice called, drawing his attention towards the table the group had claimed as theirs since their arrival.
“Balin,” he returned, guiding the lass with him.
“I see you have found the final member of our company,” the older dwarf greeted, not attempting to peer under the hobbit’s hood for the moment. “There’s hot stew to be had, and I’ll order a warm cider for the young miss.”
“Balin, son of Fundin, meet Adamanta Baggins,” Thorin introduced them, watching as she bobbed a small curtsy while greeting his advisor.
“It is nice to meet you, Master Balin,” she said in a quiet tone of voice.
“At your service, Miss Baggins,” the white haired dwarf answered kindly. “Come, let’s get you three by the fire and some warm food into you.”
After the girl was settled in her seat, Thorin turned to his advisor. From the look on the older dwarf’s face, he was waiting to see what the monarch had discovered during his brief trip to the Shire.
“Her situation was as bad as Tharkun predicted,” he told Balin, speaking in their native language. “Women have no rights at all, Balin, and she would have been forced to marry or work in her own home if we had not taken her. I have no idea how such a society thrives as they do.”
“Do you think she’ll do well with us?”
“She said her mother taught her to use the sword she carries now,” Thorin replied. “In her own words, she admits it’s not much but I think it’s a start. I want Dwalin to begin teaching her on how to defend herself; I don’t want her vulnerable for long.”
“Agreed,” the advisor answered, watching the table as the lass sipped at the cider that had been brought to her. He could see her watching the group as they interacted with each other, keeping quiet for now. The silence could be part of the training hobbits gave their womenfolk, and it made him wonder just how many things they would have to reteach her in order to help her claim her self-worth.
Pulling himself from his thoughts, he turned his eyes back to his king.
“Do we need to supplement her equipment?”
“From what I could see, she has just about everything she needs for the journey,” Thorin replied. “I would like to see the dresses replaced with more masculine attire, but I doubt we have time to outfit her properly. What she has now fits, and she might not do well with ill-fitting clothing. It’s best to keep her in what she is familiar moving in.”
“The skirts seem full enough to protect her modesty while riding but not too full to hamper her movement,” the older dwarf commented, watching the lass again. “I doubt we’d be able to use the usual disguise our own womenfolk use with her. Hobbit women seem to have a different shape to them.”
“Indeed,” he said to his friend. “The only thing I think we need to find is an extra clasp for her cloak. She couldn’t bring the one her family owned as it would be missed.”
“Come to think of it, I think Kili might have a spare,” Balin informed Thorin.
“I’ll check with him tonight to see,” he replied, then headed towards the table to eat and warm up as well.
In truth, his heart said he had done the right thing but his mind was warring against having her here. Thorin could not break his word to her father, and he would see to it that the right thing was done by her. He just hoped that he would be able to ensure her safety and that her courage would rise to the fore.
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