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Mending the Broken Pieces	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 13613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own "the Hobbit" nor do I make money from this story. Tolkien and Jackson are the ones who own the characters and world.

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Author’s Note - I’m so pleased with the responses to the last chapter. I thought for sure everyone wouldn’t be happy with the cliffhanger, but I only got a few playful jabs on that. You are completely awesome!

Just a warning, I’m not a doctor or any medical type person. If there’s mistakes to the medical part here, I apologize!

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story.

Chapter Twenty-three – Healing of a Hobbit

The flight seemed to take forever to every member of Thorin’s company. No one slept as the eagles flew through the night; all of their attention was focused on the eagle the wizard flew on with the injured hobbit. Like Thorin and Oin, they were all begging Mahal to help their courageous burglar. None of them wanted to see her pass to go into Yavanna’s Gardens; they’d all become so very fond of the lass and dreaded losing her before her time.

It was just after dawn when the massive birds began descending, heading towards a large field. Kili made out the sight of two figures waiting for them and wondered if this was part of the help Gandalf had mentioned before leaving the site of the battle. In his heart, he hoped so and that they would be able to do something so Hawthorn would recover from the horrible injury she had sustained.

After the eagles landed, a large figure darted up to the bird Gandalf was riding and accepted the small figure of the hobbit he’d been holding throughout the long flight. As the dwarrow slid off of the eagles, they heard the wizard call out to the group.

“Stay on the porch until we call you; Oin, follow me.”

The healer hurried to catch up with the one who held the hobbit, intent on helping his daughter. He knew his brother would be able to identify and treat any minor wounds the company might have sustained during the battle, and he would handle the rest once Hawthorn was taken care of. He followed Gandalf into the house, closing the door behind him, and spotted the familiar form of Radagast standing near the table where the hobbit had been laid.

“I sent a message ahead when I realized just how badly Hawthorn had been injured,” Gandalf told him, setting his hat, outer robes, and staff to the side. “He is a stronger healer than I am, and we will need his help as well as Beorn’s if we are to help her recover from this wound.”

“Thank you both,” Oin told them, scrubbing his hands with hot water and soap provided before moving to the table.

“I owe her a debt for what she has done,” Beorn told him, looking down at the unconscious girl. “Azog has long been an enemy of mine, and I will do all I can to help the one who destroyed him.”

Once he had finished scrubbing his hands clean, the gray clad wizard joined the others to where Hawthorn lay, frowning at his friend. Radagast was examining her wounds, focused on the unconscious lass for quite some time.

“We need to remove her coat and cut the shirt off; it won’t be salvageable, I’m afraid,” he told them. “If we keep her from jolting too much, it shouldn’t pull her out of unconsciousness.”

With Beorn holding the metal implement steady, Radagast and Gandalf gently lifted her while Oin removed the coat and cut the shirt and camisole in the back and backs of the arms before gesturing for them to lay her back down. A few moments later, the two garments were cut off and set aside for the animals to discard.

“When we pull the metal out, I’ll have to focus what magic I can into healing her. Since she’s had quite a bit of magical healing before, I am not sure how much I can do before her body rejects it. Hopefully, since the wound is in a different area than where the first healing had been done, we might be able to do enough to keep her stable before rejection happens. Beorn, you’ll have to hold her down please because this part will pull her out of unconsciousness and the pain will make her thrash. Master dwarf, can you keep track of her heart and breathing? If she shows signs of shock or distress, let me know. Gandalf, be ready to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding.”

With a quiet prayer to Mahal, Oin moved to stand out of the wizards’ way and took his daughter’s hand, laying his fingers on her wrist to find her pulse. He found it easily and kept praying, hoping against hope the wizards would be able to keep her alive. His free hand rested close to her mouth and nose, feeling grateful to feel the air against his skin as she breathed.

“Got it, steady so far,” he told Radagast.

“Everyone ready?”

At the nod from the trio, the brown clad wizard carefully removed the metal that had been imbedded into the girl’s torso. Her blue eyes opened, and a heartbreaking scream of agony filled the air when the horrible implement was pulled out. Beorn had to hold the lass down, hoping that she would pass out soon. She was fighting to get away from the pain, not that he could blame her, and sent up a prayer to every Valar he could think of in hopes she would find oblivion in unconsciousness quickly. His prayer was answered when she went limp a few moments later.

Radagast dropped the awful thing onto the floor, focusing his attention on the wound it had caused. He frowned deeper when the dwarf’s voice was heard.

“Her pulse is slowing down,” he warned, not liking that fact or how pale she looked.

“Gandalf, focus your magic on her heart and keep it steady,” the smaller wizard instructed, pushing his magic into the wound to heal it from the inside out.

Beorn wiped Hawthorn’s forehead, watching the wizards as they worked on the hobbit. Radagast soon went to the herbs, bandages, and other medical supplies that had been gathered while he and the shape shifter had waited for the group to arrive. After stitching the wound closed, the Istar chosen by Yavanna ground herbs together, applying it thickly to both the wound and bandage before the tall male lifted her upper body off of the table so the other could wrap the bandage snugly around her.

“I’ve gotten the internal damage to the organs and most of the muscles repaired, but she’ll have to let the rest of it heal naturally. The wound is a few inches deep and if she’s careful, the stitches along with the herbs should help her heal fairly quickly. With food and rest, she should be moving again in about two weeks. That’s provided there’s no complication since we have no idea what was on that damnable piece of metal the wretch used on her.”

With the group working together, they cleaned her up, treated the other injuries, and dressed her in one of the shape shifter’s shirts before putting her into bed. Once done, they headed out to the porch to share the news with the rest of the company.

Radagast left a few moments later to tend to his other duties, promising to return in a week to check in on the hobbit, and the group headed inside to find the animals cleaning up the mess and scrubbing the table. When cleaned, Beorn gestured for the dwarrow and wizard to take a seat and helped his animals set out food to help fill the empty bellies of his guests.

“I still can’t believe the little lass killed the defiler,” Beorn commented, pouring milk for all of them. “She seems so small.”

“She did,” Gloin answered with a note of pride in his voice. “Thanks to her, the line of Durin will be hunted no more and King Thror is avenged.”

“Somehow, I doubt avenging King Thror was on her mind,” Nori commented dryly. “Even with all the ruckus going on, I think we all heard her words to that piece of shite.”

“No, she was not focused on avenging those who have long since passed and that brings one specific issue to mind,” Balin stated, looking at Thorin. “I know she was not aware of the fact, but she did demonstrate in both word and deed that she is ready to end the courtship in a positive way.”

Instead of answering, Thorin looked at Oin, who had been following the conversation due to Gloin signing it in iglishmêk. His cousin sighed, signing something back and nodding when he got all of the facts from his brother. The healer looked both proud and tired, but he met the king-in-exile’s eyes with certainty when he provided the answer to the silent question weighing on him.

“I doubt she knows what she did but given she claimed Thorin as hers in front of witnesses, he has my permission to speak to her about this. If she’s willing, I will give my blessing to their betrothal. Dori, will you see what you can do for Hawthorn regarding a shirt and some means of binding? Her trousers are coat are the only things that survived the battle in somewhat decent shape.”

The silver haired dwarf nodded, realizing what the healer was asking. He’d been asked to make this specific garment for many dwarrowdams and could do it rather quickly. Fortunately, for this piece, he wouldn’t need measurements. For the shirt, he would use her coat since he knew how it hung on her when she wore it.

“I have some fabric I was given in trade for my herbs and honey, master dwarf, and I have little use for most of it. Maybe you can make something for her since we had to cut the shirt and undershirt off,” Beorn told him.

“You have my thanks,” Dori answered. “I’ll see if I can fashion the betrothal ribbon as well just in case it’s needed.”

“I appreciate that,” Thorin said quietly. “Master Beorn, some of our equipment took damage while in the goblin’s cavern. Would you happen to have a forge I could use to make repairs?”

“I do,” their host answered. “I will show it to you tomorrow once you have all rested. You and yours are more than welcome to remain here until your little warrior has recovered. Master Oin, I will show you where my herbs are so you will know where to get them if you need to help your company or your daughter during her recovery. You are also welcome to take what you need for the rest of your journey in case of illness or injury.”

“You have my thanks,” the healer told him, then looked towards the group. “Like that wizard said before he left, we have no idea what Azog got into and that metal thing was inside her body for hours. Chances are good she will become sick from whatever was on it so we’ll need to keep watch over her. If I am not with her when she shows signs of sickening or waking, come and get me immediately.”

“We’ll set up a watch rotation for her,” Dwalin insisted. “This way she’s not alone at any given time, and we can make sure you’re summoned if something happens.”

“I’ll take the first watch,” Thorin told them, blinking when Oin stopped him.

“Any injuries from the battle, cousin?”

“Cracked ribs and bruising to the abdomen, according to Gloin,” the dark haired dwarf reported. “My brigandine stopped any penetration from the teeth or ridges from the mace.”

“When your relief arrives, come and find me. I want to check for myself,” Oin replied, giving his brother a pat on the shoulder as he spoke. “Gloin is good for the lighter wounds, but I’d feel better making sure he didn’t miss anything.”

“I promise I will come find you,” Thorin swore before slowly getting up and heading to the room where his One lay.

Hawthorn was pale, hair spilling messily over the pillows. Her face was drawn with pain, which had the dwarf calling out to Oin before pulling a chair to the side of the bed. Fortunately, her breathing was steady and it reassured him for the moment.

Oin came in with a small cup and, with Thorin’s help, a dose of pain remedy was given to her. The older dwarf made note of the time and headed out, leaving his cousin alone with the patient.

Dark blue eyes watched the bed, and he slipped out of his coat to get more comfortable. He knew he would have a wait ahead of him before he could speak his mind to her; truth was, he was stunned to know that Azog was finally dead and he and his kin were free of the orc’s obsessive need to eliminate the line of Durin.

“You are stronger than I originally thought, my treasure,” he murmured. “I owe you so much already. Fight through this and return to us.”

There was no answer, and he settled himself to wait.

Author’s End Note – I made the decision that a creature who has no magic can only handle so much magical healing before the body rejects the foreign energy. As much as I love magic, I didn’t want it to be the cure-all for things. I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter. Please let me know what you thought of it. Thank you for reading, and I’ll see everyone next time! ~ Laran
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