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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 – I will go on record and state that the two most difficult scenes for me to write are action sequences and lemons. I can’t tell you how long it took me to get through this one because I wanted it to flow right and not be stilted or campy.
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story.
Chapter Twenty – Celebrations
Now that the ceremony was over, the group went to enjoy the food that had been waiting for them to celebrate the union between Kili and Adamanta. Beorn and Gandalf contributed to the laughter and noise, toasting the union and wishing them many happy years together.
Adamanta blushed quite often, thanking them quietly as she did so. Kili was sitting beside her with an arm around her shoulders as he offered his own gratitude for everything they had done to make the day so memorable for the newly married couple.
Thorin approached the pair, offering them the daggers they had used during the rite. They were sheathed and could be fastened onto their belts later.
“May Mahal and His wife bless you both and grant you happiness,” he told them. “I am genuinely happy for both of you.”
“Thank you, Uncle Thorin,” the archer said, giving him a warm smile.
“Thank you, Master Oakenshield,” the hobbit said to him, blinking when the older dwarf made a motion with his hand to cut off her words.
“You’re family now, Adamanta. That means you can address me by name or by uncle. In fact, I insist on it,” he said to her. “Speaking of family, Kili, Dwalin will be waiting to start training you two together soon. You both showed a very keen ability to read each other, and I believe you will be a partnership on the battlefield that will be incredible.”
“I think that’s a wise idea,” Kili agreed. “She can read me rather well, and it’s something we should take advantage of. As long as Master Dwalin remembers she’s still learning and doesn’t have the experience or training that I do.”
“I’ll make sure he remembers,” Thorin promised, not wanting his new niece to become frustrated if her teacher made demands of her that she didn’t know how to fulfil yet.
“If we do this well, wouldn’t Master Fili and Master Ori be able to do the same since they have been courting for a while,” the blond haired lass asked.
“We’re testing them for that tomorrow,” the king said, grinning at them. “If they can read each other and work well together, then I plan on ensuring Ori’s training is sped up and the two train together as well.”
“Fili will enjoy that,” Kili laughed, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. That gleam was echoed in the dark blue eyes of the older dwarf.
“I plan to make sure he does,” Thorin returned. “Well, as much as Oin allows me. I’m healing well, but he wants me to rest for a few more days.”
“It’d be better to have you at full health when we start off again,” Adamanta said softly. “Master Oin says my wounds are healing well too. Gandalf has helped to speed the healing up somewhat; he made sure I didn’t lose sensitivity in my hands.”
“I am pleased to hear it,” the king told them. “Now, enjoy yourselves. Tonight is for the both of you.”
The two smiled at him, watching him as he rejoined the rest of the company. Mead flowed freely, and the dwarves happily imbibed of the beverage while singing and chatting amongst themselves. Beorn and Gandalf mingled with them, sharing stories and Adamanta blushed when the wizard brought up one story where she had smacked him in the backside with the toy sword she had stolen from one of her male cousins.
“Did you really do that?”
“I did,” she admitted to Ori, blushing. “It was the Old Took’s birthday, and he was a friend to Gandalf as well as being my grandfather. I had gotten rather tired of being told by my Baggins relations to act like a proper lady and decided I was going to have fun. So I stole the toy sword from my cousin, who was being quite awful, and pretended to be on an adventure like Mama had been. She scolded me for being naughty, but Gandalf slipped me some candy later to make up for it.”
“Core of mithril,” Kili murmured, making her blush. “I bet you were rather adorable at that age too.”
“Valar, she was,” Gandalf laughed. “I remember the first time I saw her after she started walking. I was having tea with Belladonna and Bungo, and the little mischief maker decided to make off with my hat. She was toddling around Bag End with it over her head, and she couldn’t see a thing. Bungo was too busy laughing to scold her for touching things that didn’t belong to her. I couldn’t blame him, she was too precious.”
Adamanta’s blush grew darker and Thorin laughed, shaking his head.
“Here I was thinking she’d curb his love for mischief; I may end up having to scold the pair of them for playing pranks on others.”
“Only if you make me mad,” the hobbit protested. “I’m quite sensible these days.”
“No, love, when you get mad, you box people’s ears,” Kili reminded her. “So I can imagine you only prank people who irritate you.”
That comment sparked laughter from the group, and Ori was quick to share the story with Beorn. The skin changer laughed, eyes sparkling with mirth.
“The little bunny fights back; that is good to see,” he chuckled. “She will be quite the voice when you reclaim your home.”
“Especially once she meets Mum and Belis,” Fili replied, grinning. “They’ll have two generations of Durins on the throne that they’ll need to keep in line.”
“You do notice you’re including yourself in that,” Bofur pointed out, then nearly fell off of his seat at the blond dwarf’s reply.
“Of course I am,” he answered the hat wearing dwarf. “I’m not foolish enough to think I’ll be able escape either of them!”
Adamanta giggled, sipping at her drink. She’d eaten her fill and now was simply enjoying the company of her friends and family. Both she and Kili hadn’t imbibed much of the mead, wanting to enjoy the night with the others with a clear head.
The merry atmosphere continued but when a ribald joke was heard in the language of the dwarves, Thorin gave his nephew a nod to let him know that this was time for the two to withdraw for the night. Though they were simply making merry, Adamanta did not need to be exposed to jokes of that nature.
Kili leaned his head down beside his wife’s, voice low as he murmured to her.
“Ready to retire for the night,” he asked, watching as she looked over at him for a few moments before nodding.
“I think so,” she replied quietly. “It’s getting a bit too boisterous in here, and I’m not used to this kind of thing.”
He helped her to her feet, then guided her from the main room. The two had succeeded in making their exit with only Thorin noticing, and the king silently wished them well before turning his attention back to the party.
Adamanta entered the room that had been hers for the time they were there, noticing the fire had been laid and lit. Her keen eyes also noticed Kili’s belongings had been moved here but said nothing as she knew this was what was proper between husband and wife.
The dwarf slipped off his boots, laying his belt and the two daggers from Thorin onto the small table where some of his wife’s things were laying. He slipped into a chair in front of the fire, watching her for a moment before speaking.
“I love your choice for the bead and ring; I find it to be perfect for us.”
“I’m happy you approve,” she answered, relieved he was pleased with her choice. “I was worried about it but, like you, I felt the quotes were very appropriate to use considering the situation. What does my bead say?”
“Interestingly enough, I chose the same story to find the words I wanted for you to wear,” Kili said to her. “It’s Mahal’s response to her vow. It says ‘the forge of my heart will always burn bright.’”
Her fingers stroked the bead as she gave him a smile in response to what he had said.
“It’s perfect,” Adamanta said to him. “Thank you for the thought you put behind it; I noticed the flowers on it and my bracelet. I can’t believe you remembered all of that.”
“I had a feeling it might be important so I made sure to memorize it,” the jeweler admitted. “I have no idea how long it will be before we can find a space for you to grow flowers in Erebor, and I wanted to make sure you had those flowers with you to remind you of what is in my heart.”
“It’s perfect,” the hobbit reassured him again, fingers going to caress the bracelet. “You must have spent every waking moment on this. I’ve never seen anything so lovely.”
“I’m rather proud of it,” he confessed. “You are the type of person where simplicity suits you best and again, I wanted you to have the reminders with you always.”
“Thank you,” she said to him, going willingly when he took her hand and gently tugged her onto his lap. It felt comfortable leaning into him, and she rested her head against his shoulder as they enjoyed the warmth of the fire.
Adamanta felt him press a kiss to her hair before strong fingers lifted her face towards his. Her eyes closed when his lips brushed against hers before settling there.
This felt a lot different from the first time he had kissed her, and she melted into him as he slowly moved his lips against hers. When the kiss finally ended, Adamanta was breathing a little more rapidly and could hear a light rasp to his voice when he spoke to her.
“I very much want to make love to my wife tonight, but I have no wish to frighten you or do something you feel you’re not ready for,” he confessed to her.
“Beyond the fact that I know what happened is meant for marriage and making babies, I didn’t understand what was happening,” she admitted. “Mama didn’t have much of a chance to explain things before she died and due to being ill, Papa didn’t really have the will or energy to explain marital relations once I came of age. The only thing I knew is that the first time was supposed to hurt, and that every married woman I’ve overheard talking about marital relations complained quite often about fulfilling her wifely duties.”
“That’s where the cultural differences come in again,” the archer shared, fingers trailing gently over her cheek. “The act of intimacy between a husband and wife is not solely meant for the creation of children. It’s an expression of the love they share. The first time for a woman can hurt, but she can enjoy the aftermath if her lover knows what he’s doing.
“You should have had so many things done differently for your first time,” Kili admitted. “You were nowhere near prepared for our joining, and everything was too rushed. Fast encounters can be enjoyable, but the first time is meant to be slow and savored. My attention should be entirely focused on you.”
“The ending caught me by surprise,” Adamanta told him, meeting his eyes. “Is that what you meant about enjoying the aftermath?”
“Something like that,” he informed her. “For one, women are able to enjoy more than one climax while she is making love with her husband. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to build the pleasure up for you or allow you the chance to enjoy how passion starts to build and grow inside of your body. It was bad enough your first time was in public like that, and I certainly wasn’t going to leave you with the memory of pain only.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, resting her forehead against his as she closed her eyes to think about what he’d said and what she really wanted.
Kili let her have the time, knowing she needed it. Things had to be confusing for her right then, and he didn’t want to push her into something she wasn’t ready for. After removing the clasp that kept his hair out of his eyes and somewhat tamed, he gently stroked her back to help soothe her.
“I want to know what it’s like when it’s done properly with all of your attention focused on me,” Adamanta said a short time later, whispering her words to him. She opened her eyes in time to see his warm brown eyes darken before he kissed her again.
This time, the hobbit could feel the love and passion behind his kiss and tried to follow his example. He patiently taught her what to do before licking lightly at her lips.
“Open for me, love,” he whispered, giving a soft sound when she obeyed the request.
Her fingers gripped his tunic when his tongue began making slow forays into her mouth, teasing her in a sensual way that made her heart race. It didn’t take too long before she was mimicking him, learning what he liked while kissing.
Adamanta released his clothing, hands sliding into his hair as the kiss continued. She made a soft mewling sound when she was moved closer to him, feeling his heat against her body. He groaned in response, ending the kiss to nibble along her jawline.
There was a soft gasp of pleasure when he nibbled her earlobe, and the dwarf could feel her shudder against him. Curious, he did it again and heard a moan from his wife. Kili hid his grin, gently nibbling along the rim of her ear to the tip.
“Kili,” she keened, feeling heat moving through her body. It was starting to coil in her belly, and it was a lot deeper and breathtaking.
“Sensitive,” he murmured, letting go of her ear. “Nice to know.”
Nimble hands undid the buttons at her waist, and the skirt loosened. Kili untucked the blouse before moving to the laces of the bodice. The garment was set aside, and his fingers gently traced over her collar bone while he leaned in to kiss her again.
Adamanta was quicker to respond this time, inviting him in when his mouth opened over hers. She made another soft sound of need as he explored her depths, her fingers tightening in his hair, pulling it slightly. He made a sound of surprise when the pulling motion sparked another wave of passion; apparently, his little wife had found an erogenous point that he hadn’t known about.
It didn’t take long for her to figure it out and set about playing to see what he liked. Gentle tugs as well as a light graze of her nails across the scalp made him groan helplessly as passion built. He was proud of her for taking the initiative to start exploring what he enjoyed, but she was making it damned difficult to keep his pace at the speed the archer wanted.
The kiss broke with both of them gasping slightly for air, and she raised her arms when he began tugging the blouse up over her head. The garment was dropped to the floor, and the dwarf looked at the pale skin of his One. The chemise was a plain one, chosen for its ability to hold up to the journey as well as provide some support for her breasts as it was tight across her chest.
Calloused fingers trailed over her shoulders and down her arms, exploring the satin-like quality of her skin. He could see the healing injury she had gotten from the graze of the white warg’s fang when she had killed it to save his uncle, and Kili leaned forward to press a gentle kiss there before leaning back.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured, watching her as he continued to caress her shoulders and arms. His touch would make her flesh more sensitive and also allow her to become used to the feel of his hands on her.
Her breath caught a few times when he found sensitive places along her collarbone, and blue eyes met heated brown when his fingers plucked lightly at the straps of her chemise.
“May I?”
Unable to form an answer, Adamanta nodded and watched his face as he slid the thin fabric down over her shoulders. She could feel the material of the bodice of the chemise move downwards, and she freed her arms from the straps once the garment had pooled at her waist. The hobbit could see his eyes burn even brighter as he took her in.
Kili gently unfastened her locket, setting it with his clasp, and carefully trailed his fingertips over the tops of her breasts. They were of a medium size but fit her small frame perfectly, and he found himself eager to explore them.
His wife gave a shudder when he traced around her nipples, watching them harden, and her eyes partially closed as he dragged his fingertips over the beaded nipples.
“Oh,” she managed, throat strangling the sound as she felt the heat in her tummy beginning to coil tighter. The hobbit could feel herself becoming wet between her legs but didn’t worry, vaguely recalling she had done that when he’d touched her before and figured it was a good thing.
Her head tilted back when he cupped her breasts, gently squeezing and testing their weight. That action turned her hair a brilliant shade of gold as firelight danced off of the blond locks, and it took Kili’s breath away. The archer leaned forward as he adjusted his hold on her, lapping at one of the hardened nipples.
“Kili,” she keened, body shuddering at that action, and he was so delighted with the reaction she gave that he did it again. She mewled, shuddering as the heat began growing even more, and her fingernails lightly rasped against his scalp when she drew him closer to her.
The dwarf shuddered at the sensation and took the nipple between his lips, suckling at her. The sounds coming from her were somewhat louder now, and his wife squirmed in his lap while he built her pleasure by nursing from each breast, alternating between the two.
His name came brokenly from her as she writhed, needing something more but not sure what it was. Kili intensified things by nipping occasionally when he swapped breasts, enjoying the erotic sounds his wife was making. He reached behind her, finding the laces for her petticoats and untying them before setting her on her feet.
Adamanta swayed, and he caught her when he rose. After giving a small push, the skirt and petticoats hit the floor. Her chemise and small clothes joined the mass of fabric just moments later.
The archer’s breath caught in his throat as he viewed his beautiful wife, eyes devouring the sight of her pale skin glowing in the firelight. In his heart, he thanked Mahal and Yavanna for this gorgeous creature and his voice was reverent when he spoke to her.
“I am the most fortunate dwarf in Arda,” he said to the woman in front of him. “You are exquisitely beautiful, Adamanta. You outshine the rarest gem.”
She blushed and then squeaked when she was scooped off of her feet, wrapping arms around his neck as he carried her to the bed. The hobbit blinked up at him, watching while her husband removed his clothing and then climbed onto the mattress with her.
Adamanta shivered when she felt the heat of his skin against hers and then keened when his mouth found her breasts once more. She arched, fingers groping at the sheets before sinking into his hair again and felt his own groan when she pulled lightly at his hair.
His hands caressed over her ribs and stomach, seeking out any erogenous points he could find, and he was pleased to find that her body was very sensitive when it came to love making. The gasps and moans his wife gave only fed his own desire, and his mouth followed his hands to lick and nibble along the areas he had just discovered.
Her body writhed beneath his, skin growing warm beneath his hands and lips, and soon he came even with her womanhood. Strong fingers carded through the patch of hair there before parting the outer lips to lightly caress the inner folds. Kili could feel the proof of her desire soaking his fingers and leaned in to lightly tease the swollen nub that was one of the keenest spots to please a female.
The hobbit mewled, thrashing as the heat coiled harder in her belly. The tension was building and was deeper than the first time she’d felt the erotic tension in her body during that dreadful first time. The blond gasped when he lightly nipped at her clit before teasing it with his tongue. Within seconds, she called out his name when the tension snapped and her body fell into pleasure.
The archer groaned, savoring her climax and working to push her into another one. Her responsiveness was amazing, and he was enjoying showing her just how pleasurable lovemaking could be. She gasped and keened as she came again, and his body throbbed with the acute need to be one with her.
After the second climax, the hobbit reached out for him, needing to kiss him again. He crawled back up her body, kissing her deeply. She gave a soft moan, pushing up into him with a hunger to feel his skin against hers.
Adamanta shifted her legs, allowing him to slide between them, and she could feel the throbbing heat of him against her most sensitive area. She gasped into the kiss and then broke it, eyes cloudy with desire. The golden haired woman felt empty in the place where he had been pleasuring her, and she needed more.
“Please Kili,” she whispered, voice rough with desire.
“What do you need, my love,” he asked, his own voice reflecting his need for her.
“I don’t know why, but I feel so empty,” she confessed, looking up into his eyes. “Please, Kili.”
“It’s all right, my jewel,” the archer soothed, kissing her lovingly as he moved into position.
She lost herself in the kiss, winding her arms around him and holding on when she felt him nudge against her. The hobbit stayed relaxed and gave a low moan when she felt him enter her.
This time, there was no pain, and the feeling of being filled helped the aching she’d been experiencing. Adamanta shifted, wrapping her legs around him in hopes of drawing him closer, and was rewarded by a deep groan from her husband. Kili rested his forehead against hers, panting slightly as he struggled not to spend himself due to the feel of the tight heat of his One.
Once he had regained control over himself, he began to thrust slowly, watching her as passion softened her features and made her eyes turn the color of smoky sapphire. The dwarf gave another moan when he felt her start to move with him, shuddering when her fingers dug into his back as she arched when the spot inside of her was stroked by his cock with each movement he made.
“Oh Valar, Kili,” she rasped, shuddering in need as need burned its way through her. Adamanta could feel a deep pressure against something inside of her that was becoming a heavier form of desire, making the passion curling in her belly tighten even more.
Kili picked up speed when he felt her legs tighten around him, urging him to move faster and deeper, and he was utterly lost in how gorgeous she was like this. He continued to pleasure them both, pressing passionate kisses to her neck and shoulders and when he felt the warning signs of her climax, he sped up to ensure they both came together.
Adamanta pulled his head down, fingers tugging his hair as she kissed him desperately, nearly losing the ability to breathe when her climax hit. She held on tight, shuddering in his arms, and heard his deep moan of fulfillment when he spilled himself deep inside of her.
He pressed soft kisses to her lips as they finally began to regain the ability to think and slowly pulled out of her. Kili laid down on his back, tugging her into his arms so they could enjoy the warmth and connection between them. The hobbit snuggled into him, resting her head on his shoulder with a soft sigh.
“All right, love?”
“More than,” she murmured drowsily. “I had no idea it could be that way.”
“There’s a lot more to learn,” he said, pressing a kiss to the curly hair. “I will enjoy teaching you.”
“I want to learn it,” she told him, eyes closed as she listened to his heart. Adamanta gave a tiny yawn, snuggling into him when he pulled her closer.
“You will,” he promised. “Sleep now, tomorrow will be the first day of our lives together.”
It didn’t take long before she fell asleep, and Kili watched her rest for a while, thanking Mahal and Yavanna for his wife. He was incredibly happy and hoped that he would make his beautiful One happy as well.
Author’s End Note - I hope this chapter was all right for everyone. Please let me know what you thought of it! ~ Laran
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