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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 hope you all enjoy this; I had to do some serious research to find out who was Thain during the time of the company’s quest to Erebor. You know, the normal calendar and Shire calendar are a pain to have to deal with when examining times of each Thain’s reign. I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I earn any money from this story.
Chapter Twenty-three – Captured
The trip through Mirkwood seemed interminable to the hobbit, who was slowly growing weaker day by day from the illness in the earth and lack of sunshine. She hid it as best as she could, focusing on learning the new language the company was teaching her. The lessons were a welcome distraction, and she was grateful to have something to help distract her from the awful location they were trying to traverse through.
Kili was the first to notice her health’s slow decline, and he went to speak to Thorin and Oin about it during a small break they had taken to eat and rest before moving onwards. The healer admitted that since she was as connected to the earth as she was, there wouldn’t be much he could do for her outside of adding another elixir to her morning one to help strengthen her body.
The archer asked him to do so and ensured he did everything he could to see to his wife’s comfort. Instead of waiting until later in the evening to spread the bedroll out, he did it as soon as they stopped to make camp. The layers of blankets between the ground and her seemed to help, and it became habit for him to do so. He cradled her close at night, helping to keep her warm, and during his shift for the watch, he made sure she was covered well.
The company picked up on his worries and her declining health, and they had unanimously decided to keep her chores as few as possible. Training was out because she couldn’t see much, and so they told her stories of their history and where Yavanna had influenced either their race or maker.
Adamanta listened to her lessons and the stories, learning quickly as she tried to keep her focus on their words instead of the horrid forest they were in. Each story and lesson was a welcome distraction, and she was grateful for that she had a good memory for auditory lessons as well as written ones.
They had been travelling for what felt like forever to the hobbit, and the woman was listening to her companions as they jested between them in order to keep everyone’s spirits up. Something drew her attention away from the jokes, making her focus on the woods around her. Another noise made her stop, which nearly had Kili running into her.
“Adamanta?”
His voice speaking her name alerted the dwarves ahead of them that something was wrong, and they stopped to peer at the couple in the center of the group.
“What is it,” Thorin asked, trusting in her remarkable range of hearing.
“Footsteps on either side of us,” she murmured, grateful that her hearing was still as sharp as ever. Though she couldn’t see much, her hearing was still better than the dwarves’ and she’d been relying on it since entering this place.
“Any idea where,” Dwalin asked, peering into the gloom to see if he could spot what she’d heard.
“No, I can’t see much in this Valar forsaken place,” she replied, then nearly yelped when a blade appeared under her chin.
“This is my home, dwarf, so I would watch what you say about it,” a male voice spoke.
A quick peek showed that a party of elves had managed to surround them, and she sighed. She’d heard them too late, and it was not sitting well with her. It really disappointed her, and the lass hoped she’d be able to do something to make up for this.
“Disarm them,” the speaker said in Sindarin, which the hobbit was able to translate.
Her own belt was removed, and it was only the sight of the sword at her throat that kept the other dwarves from protesting when the elves took their weapons. The group was bound and marched through a different path they hadn’t noticed.
Adamanta could hear the low babble of Sindarin after they entered the caves where Thranduil’s people lived. The doors closed behind them, and the one who had held her at sword point led them to the king’s throne room.
“What do you bring before me, my son?”
“Dwarves, Father,” the prince said, giving a small bow as the conversation continued in Sindarin.
Icy blue eyes skimmed over the group, freezing on her for a moment before resting on the leader of their company. A look of loathing and disdain crossed the elf king’s face, making Adamanta’s stomach tighten in a combination of dislike and unease.
“Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror,” he drawled, staring at the dark haired dwarf in question. “It has been a long time since I last saw you.”
“Not long enough, Thranduil,” Thorin answered in a cold tone.
The king didn’t react to that, eyes going back over the group before coming to dwell upon Adamanta once again. She met his gaze with her head held high, calling on every ounce of courage she possessed.
“Now why would a halfling be in the company of dwarves,” he mused to his son in Westron, still watching her.
“Camp follower perhaps,” the younger elf commented, making the company growl in protest at the accusation.
“A treasured one since she bears the seal of Durin,” Thranduil commented. “She is no common camp follower due to that bead in her hair.”
“You overstep yourself,” Adamanta spoke out in a cold tone. “Through my mother, who was the daughter of the former Thain, I am the cousin of Fortinbras Took, the current Thain of the Shire, and I am the wife of Prince Kili, sister-son to Thorin Oakenshield. I will not have my honor besmirched by two royals who should know better than to bandy harmful gossip about as if they were nothing but common washerwomen.”
The hobbit caught a glimpse of approval in Thorin’s eyes and Balin’s face, and she knew she’d done the right thing. It warmed her inside, but she kept her expression neutral as she continued to meet the eyes of the two royals. Thranduil gave a tiny nod, accepting her comment but not offering apology for his words.
“What brings Thorin Oakenshield to my domain,” he drawled slowly, turning his gaze back to the leader of the company. “Have you come to reclaim that what you should not?”
“I would not step foot in your kingdom, Thranduil, save for the fact that it is the shortest route to my cousin’s kingdom.”
“Is that so,” Thranduil asked, watching them for signs of the lie he knew Thorin had given him. The dwarves knew that he was looking for a lie, and Adamanta spoke up again. In her heart, she hoped she was doing the right thing.
“I see no need to question my uncle’s words,” she informed him. “Lord Dain was unable to attend our marriage rites, and his family requested I accompany my husband during my uncle’s next trip to the Iron Hills. Now was the best time to do so.”
The hobbit blessed the fact that she’d heard Kili speak of his cousin several times and was grateful for her memory. Since Thorin had given her this opening, she could use this information to ensure their true mission was not uncovered.
“Take them to the cells, remove everything that provides comfort and separate them,” the king told the red haired elf near his son. “I do not want them able to speak to each other. Perhaps time alone will loosen their tongues.”
She bowed, then gestured for the elves to follow her and the prince with their prisoners. They were led into a small chamber several levels below the throne room, and Adamanta watched as each of the dwarves were stripped of their coats and boots. Each of them were left in their shirts and trousers, and she worried for their health because it was significantly cooler down here.
When the female elf approached Adamanta, Kili spoke up and addressed her. He had a feeling that his words would mean nothing to the woman, but he had to try.
“Lady elf, I must ask if you will allow my wife to retain her coat and cloak. Like your own people, hobbits are attuned to the earth and the darkness that has fallen upon your home has adversely affected her health. I would not see her take ill due to the chill.”
Tauriel turned her eyes upon the brown haired dwarf, who met her eyes with no fear. She could hear the concern and love he bore for his wife and wished she could honor his request.
“I understand your concern, Master Dwarf, but I have my orders. Nothing of comfort is allowed for any of you.”
The female elf was the only one to touch her, and Adamanta was grateful for that. Her cloak was unfastened and removed, as was her coat. She hid the shiver that threatened to show, not wanting Kili to worry.
The elf prince spotted the chain around her neck and gestured for the red haired one to remove it. He took it from his subordinate, and the hobbit broke her silence.
“Please be careful with the locket,” she asked softly. “That and the sword taken from me are all I have left to remember my parents.”
Tauriel looked over Legolas’s shoulder as he opened the locket, and both spotted the drawings of the two hobbits and the locks of hair that lay within.
“Where are they,” the prince asked, not making any nasty comment about them as he had with the images of Gloin’s wife and son.
“My mother has dwelled within the Halls of Mandos for the past seventeen years, and my father has just recently joined her,” she told him, voice tight with grief.
Legolas froze, looking into her eyes and seeing the raw anguish within the blue eyes of the hobbit. He nodded, closing the locket carefully.
“It will be kept safe,” he promised. “You have my word.”
At a brisk order, the company was led two more levels before they were divided and incarcerated in cells a long way away from each other. There were sounds of angry protests as family members were separated, and Adamanta’s heart broke for all of them as she knew they took comfort in the presence of those they loved.
Before he was led away, Kili touched his wife’s cheek and looked into her eyes. He dropped a lingering kiss on her lips, murmuring softly as he did so.
“It’ll be all right,” he assured her. “Be strong, love. I know you can. We’ll get out of this soon.”
“Be careful,” she said softly, biting her lip when he was dragged away from her. Her heart was aching at the knowledge she would be without him for the first time since their marriage rites, and it did not sit well with her.
Adamanta and Thorin were the last two to be placed in cells on a floor that was several levels away from the others. Before he was led away, he whispered a reassurance in Khuzdul, which she was able to mostly translate.
The female elf led her in the opposite direction of where the monarch was going. It was almost like a labyrinth down here, and the hobbit was rather turned around.
When she was placed in the cell, the rope that bound her wrists were removed and the elf looked at her for several long moments before closing the door. The hobbit said nothing, listening as the sound of footsteps faded in the distance.
Once alone in the darkness, Adamanta sank to her knees and rubbed her wrists where the rope had chafed at her skin. A familiar touch of cool metal reassured her and she smiled, grateful Kili had insisted that she wear a blouse with long sleeves to help keep her warm. It had hidden the bracelet her husband had given her as a token of his heart during their marriage rite.
Her fingers gently stroked the bracelet as her face turned upwards in the dark.
“Lady Yavanna, have mercy on those affected by the sickness here. Lord Mahal, protect the company,” she prayed softly. “They are my family, and I would be so lost without them. Please, Lord and Lady, I beg of you, help them through this.”

Author’s End Note - And another chapter bites the dust! I hope you enjoyed this one; please let me know what you think of it. ~ Laran
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