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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 – Here’s the next chapter. I hope everyone enjoys it.
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story.
Chapter Twenty Two – On the Move Again
The next few days went by rather swiftly for Adamanta and her husband. She spent quite a bit of time training with Dwalin and Fili as well as working on the partner style fighting with Kili. The hobbit found that she was enjoying the opportunity to train with her new brother, and the style she was learning happened to boost her confidence somewhat. Sting was small enough so that she could wield both it and her dagger without fear of crossing the blades or putting herself at risk for self-harm. The blond dwarf was an excellent teacher and explained things about why certain stances were needed or why one block was better than another she could use, and she was finding it interesting.
The partner training was going very well; she was becoming her husband’s line of defense when he was utilizing his archery and then was the one to help keep opponents off balance when he had to resort to melee attacks rather than long ranged. They’d even included Fili and Ori, and the four of them were becoming quite a formidable team. The scribe had dedicated himself to his lessons after having a long talk with his brothers about the necessity of what he was doing.
The evenings passed with stories and songs while Kili worked on something in his notebook or spent time on a letter to his mother and sister. Fili had done the same, ensuring that the two women back in Ered Luin would have letters from both brothers. The hobbit had spotted Thorin penning a letter as well, and she felt amazed at the devotion the three males felt towards the two dwarrowdams.
Adamanta passed the time going over her clothing and Kili’s, mending any tears or weakened seams that she found. She even offered to do the same for Thorin’s and Fili’s since Dori watched over Ori’s garments as well as his and Nori’s. Once she’d gotten that taken care of, she’d offered to help the others with their sewing needs and found herself working on the clothing that needed repairs. The hobbit even had found time to do the same for Beorn, ensuring some of his garments were repaired properly. There was one thing the hobbit was proud of was her ability to sew quickly and keep her stitching strong.
After the evening activities were done, she found herself in the small room she now shared with Kili. Her husband was eager to explore her body and often allowed her the chance in return. The hobbit was willing to do so, but there was still that voice in the back of her mind that was a carryover from what she’d heard as a young lass. While she eagerly enjoyed their lovemaking, she was often too shy or uncertain to explore him in too much detail. Her dwarf never mentioned it when she faltered at certain things, simply kissing her and helping her to lose herself in his touch.
Thorin was soon healed enough to travel as was the hobbit, and Beorn loaned them ponies to get them to the borders of Mirkwood forest. Adamanta had spent time helping Bombur with their supplies, hoping they had enough due to the inability to forage within the borders of the elvish woods. Both she and the large dwarf were worried about that fact, but it was reassuring to know that Beorn was giving them enough food to hopefully last for the journey through the forest. Both she and Bombur had discussed their concerns with Thorin, who agreed that rationing at the beginning of the trek might be wise due to the fact they could be in Mirkwood for a while.
Because of the loan of the ponies, the company made good time from their host’s home to the borders of the realm of the elves. While the group dismounted and unloaded the ponies, Gandalf had a soft chat with Thorin before his gaze fell on the hobbit.
Adamanta had stopped her task, staring in the gloomy looking woods with an expression that bordered on fear. Whatever held the lass’s attention was something that worried her, and the wizard didn’t like the look on her face.
“Adamanta,” he called, moving with Thorin to the young woman’s side. “What is it?”
“This forest is sick, Gandalf, and it will die if not taken care of soon,” she whispered, shuddering as her senses were assaulted by the suffering of the woods. “This place is not safe for anyone.”
“That’s why I’m meeting a few others to see what’s causing this sickness,” the wizard reassured her. “All will be well.”
“Is there no other way to Erebor that will keep us from having to enter here?”
“I’m afraid not, Adamanta,” Thorin said to her. “Going around the woods would add more time to our journey than we can spare.”
The hobbit shook her head, still staring into the gloom, and the wizard got a look of concern on his face. He called for Fili, Kili, and Balin to join him and Thorin and once they were a short distance away from their hobbit, the Istar stared down at the dwarves in front of him.
“If the deadline to enter Erebor was not looming so close, I would insist on another path for Adamanta’s sake,” he began. “Hobbits are born with the ability to sense the earth in order to properly tend the things that grow. If the land becomes ill, it can affect them greatly so you must keep an eye on her.”
All of them looked grave at that piece of information, and the wizard knew they would do their best to help the woman.
“Do the best you can to hurry,” he urged. “Do not leave the path for anything; I do not care what you may hear or see.”
“I understand,” Thorin said to him. “Be safe on your journey, Gandalf, and we shall see you at Erebor soon.”
As the wizard rode away, Kili went to where his wife was standing and drew her back against his chest. He lowered his head, murmuring in her ear.
“It’ll be all right,” he tried to reassure her. “Hopefully we won’t have to stay in there long.”
“I hope you’re right,” she said, one hand moving to cover his where it rested against her waist. “I truly fear what will happen if we are in this place for long. I can hear the earth, and it doesn’t sound good. Why have the elves allowed this?”
“I’ve no idea,” Kili admitted. “It’s another thing Thranduil must answer for. Since I know elves are as connected to nature as we dwarves are to stone, this must be agony for his people.”
Adamanta shuddered, eyes still fastened on the forest they were soon to enter. She couldn’t imagine what the king was like if he was the type of person to allow this to continue. The hobbit managed to pull herself together long enough to pick up her bag and settle the heavy item on her back.
The company entered the forest and after just a few feet into it, the woman in their midst admitted something that chilled all of them.
“I can’t see too well in here,” she told her husband, who was right behind her.
“It’ll be all right, Miss Adamanta,” Gloin reassured her. “We have good vision in the dark so just trust us.”
“I do,” she called back. “I just don’t like being so limited like this. Relying on hearing alone isn’t comforting.”
“It can be a scary thing,” Bofur said from behind Kili. “Just remember we won’t let anything happen to you. Stay next to Kili or one of us; we’ll make sure you don’t stray from the path or run into something.”
“I know,” the hobbit admitted, shivering a little as she looked around.
“Miss Adamanta,” Ori began, having been approached by Thorin on a specific topic earlier that morning and thought now would be a good time to bring it up since she needed a distraction from their surroundings. “I overheard you speaking to the elves in Rivendell in their own language. How long have you been able to speak Sindarin?”
“Since I was small,” she answered, forcing herself to focus on the conversation and not on the woods around her. She trusted her husband to keep an eye on where she was going since she couldn’t see much. “I’m rather fond of languages; Mama taught me Sindarin, and Papa taught me old Hobbitish. We were starting Quenya before he passed.”
“How would you like to learn Khuzdul,” the scribe asked, watching as her head came up slightly.
“I’m allowed to learn,” the hobbit questioned with a note of eagerness in her voice. “I’d heard that your people don’t permit outsiders to learn the language Mahal taught His children.”
“As you’re Kili’s wife and soon to be princess of Erebor, you’re permitted to learn it. I can’t teach you to read or write it right now since it’s too gloomy for you to see properly, but we can work with you on the vocabulary and go from there,” the younger Ri brother offered, smiling to himself.
“Master Ori, I would love to,” she said, tilting her head. “Though I have to ask something. What do you mean by soon to be princess?”
Balin answered that one, knowing he’d be able to explain it better. Their traditions were different from the other races, and he knew this might confuse her at first.
“Every generation of the royal family born in Erebor has been affirmed to be of the bloodline,” the advisor began. “It’s done before the assembled dwarves of the mountain, presented before Mahal and the spirit of Erebor. Kili, Fili, and Belis are generally acknowledged as the princes and princess of the Durin line but will be affirmed once we reclaim Erebor. You’ll be at Kili’s side when that happens and affirmed as well. Think of it as a blessing from the spirit of the mountain and Mahal as well as a sign of your commitment to Kili in front of the dwarves who were not there to witness your marriage rites.”
“I’m not going to have to fight again, am I?”
“Oh no, Miss Adamanta,” Balin laughed along with the others. “No fighting there. I would recommend maintaining your training with Dwalin in order to keep your skills strong.”
“I hadn’t thought to stop the training,” she admitted. “One never knows when the need for it might arise, and it wouldn’t be good to be rusty at it.”
“Wise decision,” the advisor said, then allowed Ori to pipe back up with his next question.
“Any requests while learning, Miss Adamanta?”
“First off, Adamanta is fine from all of you,” she said. “You’re friends and family to me. Secondly, no teaching me profanity until I’m fluent enough in Khuzdul to either be able to apologize nicely or back up the language with the reasons why I’m angry enough to use it.”
Her pert comment sparked another bout of laughter from the dwarves, and her heart warmed when she heard the chuckles from her husband. It felt good to know she’d been able to make him laugh, and she would cling to that while traversing this horrid forest.
Author’s End Note - I hope you all enjoyed it. We’re finally moving again! Please let me know what you thought of this chapter. Thank you for reading. ~ Laran
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