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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 apologize for the length of time it’s taken to get this story updated. On top of health and personal issues, we lost my grandfather shortly before Christmas. It’s been next to impossible to focus on writing. Thank you for your patience.
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story.
Chapter Twenty-four – Conversations in Captivity
Kili paced the length of his cell, his thoughts on those who were not with him. His fingers gently stroked the ring that he had been left with, grateful they had not realized the importance of it. He often took comfort from his wife’s token, but it did little to ease his mind of the worry he was feeling for his family and friends. Having no news of them was quickly unsettling him, and the archer kept praying they were all right.
“Master Dwarf,” the red haired elf called, and he turned to face the bars of the cell. She held a tankard of water and plate of food.
The young prince nodded, moving towards her to accept the food. Once he had the items and set them down, he looked up at the elf, asking the same question he had asked every time food was delivered. Kili wasn’t expecting an answer but hoped for one regardless.
“How is my wife?”
“You say she is bound to the earth and nature as my people are,” Tauriel asked, pondering the decline she had noticed in the hobbit female each time she’d checked on her.
“Her people have the same connections as yours do,” he replied, hoping this small change in the elf’s responses meant he might gain some answers. “She has been affected by the illness within Mirkwood, and I was hoping we would be out of it soon so she would recover. Adamanta mentioned that the lack of sunlight was hindering her as well.”
“She is unwell,” the elvish woman told him after debating on what to say. “I do not know where she draws her strength from though because she has shown so much spirit each time my king orders her to his throne room for questioning.”
“My lady wife has a core of mithril,” he said proudly, eyes shining with love and pride. “She has proven that many times since Lady Yavanna and Lord Mahal brought her into my life.”
“She has not given any signs of fearing King Thranduil,” Tauriel said, sounding a bit awed. “Not many can do what she has been doing. Both she and your king have been the only outsiders not to cower at any sign of my king’s power. Her actions infuriates and intrigues him.”
“I’d be surprised if she ever feared your king,” Kili said, giving a soft laugh. “She boxed my uncle’s ears once for doing something rather foolish and then proceeded to lecture him about his actions. Given your king and prince’s words regarding her, it will take a lot for her to find something to respect them for and she’s not one to bend easily if her loved ones are at risk.”
“Outside of my king’s throne room, she gives signs of a gentle nature and is soft spoken. I admit we were all taken by surprise when she argued with him for the first time,” the captain informed him. “I should go, I am due to bring her up to him soon.”
“Thank you for telling me a little of how she is,” the prince told her, giving her a small bow. “I know my request may be denied but if you can, please tell her that my heart and thoughts are full of my One.”
The red haired elf nodded, heading downwards to where the dwarven king and the hobbit were kept. As she approached the female’s cell, she could hear coughing and it didn’t sound good at all. The elf frowned, worried about what she was hearing. The hobbit’s breathing sounded congested, and that it was coming from within her lungs.
When she unlocked the gate, Tauriel could see the pallor of the hobbit’s skin was broken only by the light flush of fever. Something was wrong here, and it concerned the elf a great deal.
“Let me guess, I have been summoned again?”
Her voice was rough, made harsh by the coughing, and the captain could hear the strain the small woman’s lungs were under.
“How long have you had the fever, little miss?”
“I’m not sure,” Adamanta replied. “I can’t tell day from night down here, and there’s nothing to mark the passage of time.”
“You need to see a healer.”
“What I need is to leave this forest and spend time in the sun. A large part of what ails me can only be aided once your king forgoes his pride and asks for help to combat that which is infecting his realm,” the hobbit replied. “Until he does, anyone connected to the earth as your people and mine are will suffer from this illness.”
Tauriel said nothing more, knowing the young woman was right, but she could do nothing against her king’s orders. She led the hobbit into the throne room and stood to one side as the monarch eyed the golden haired lass.
“Thorin can be remarkably stubborn,” the elf commented, watching the small figure in front of him.
“A trait that is shared by others I am acquainted with,” she replied, watching him in return and seeing when he picked up the insult she had handed to him.
Thranduil decided to try a different tactic, hoping to gain information or at least be able to manipulate someone into giving him what he truly wanted. He hadn’t been able to break through her defenses during her previous times here in his throne room, and the king was sure this new approach would reap better results.
“If Thorin and your company were trying to retake Erebor, I might be persuaded to lend assistance. His grandfather promised me a certain prize and then reneged on the bargain after it had been struck. A chest full of gems that mirrored starlight,” he said, voice wistful.
The red haired elf’s eyes grew wide as the hobbit’s temper flared, pushing aside any signs of the illness she was suffering from. The lass adopted a cold tone that demonstrated the fact the little miss was decidedly furious with the king’s statement.
“Was Thror’s breaking of that bargain the reason you turned your back on those in need?”
“I could not put my people at risk,” he began and was quickly cut off by the irate woman.
“There was no risk in aiding those who were in desperate need of shelter and medical aid,” she hissed at him. “Do you know what the death toll was for the elderly, those who were injured, women, and children whose lives were thrown away by your thoughtless actions?
“Your counterparts have earned the reputation of generosity and compassion by opening their homes to those in need, fulfilling the role of the eldest children of Ilúvatar himself, and you have shown your mettle to be that of a selfish child who cares for none but himself. One might think that Greenwood is being punished for your heartlessness, Thranduil,” she scolded him, not giving him a chance to speak.
“Your people suffer, oh great king. During our stay in Imladris, I happened upon the joyous laughter of younglings. With the fall of Sauron, the elves of Imladris and Lothlórien have been blessed by the arrival of the next generation. Despite the darkness that still threatens, Ilúvatar has blessed them. I have been marched through your halls, oh king, and hear no sound of children.
“Your heartless behavior and thick headed pride have not only caused damage to the children of Mahal, but they have wounded your own people,” she continued, coughing once but managing to keep it under control.
“All of this and the fate of your own kingdom weigh upon you, and all you can speak of are worthless mathoms,” Adamanta seethed. “It is past time you dropped the pride and saw beyond the end of your own nose, Thranduil, because you have much to answer for. You can start by asking for help with the sickness that is infecting your lands and also by making peace with the neighbors you condemned to a cruel death.”
Blue eyes turned to the red haired elf, voice cool but calm. Her energy was failing, but the hobbit would be damned before she showed any sign of weakness before the elven king.
“I would very much like to be returned to my cell please. I find the company up here leaving a great deal to be desired.”
Bemused, Tauriel looked to her king, who gestured for her to comply. There was a look she had not seen on his face in a long time, and her heart burned with hope that maybe the hobbit’s words had reached him. In her heart, she prayed to Ilúvatar that what her king had heard would enable him to finally act on behalf of the people he ruled.
She led the smaller woman out of the throne room, breaking her silence once they were out of earshot.
“You risked much by speaking as you did,” the elf told the hobbit, who made a dismissive gesture. “My king is not known for patience for those who speak against him.”
“I may anger him, but he would not dare to harm me. I warned him during the first meeting I had with him that my mother was a close friend of Lord Elrond’s, and I carry her title of elf friend. During my last conversation with him, Lord Elrond said that the debt Imladris owed my mother transferred to me. Apparently, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn feel the same or so Lord Elrond informed me. I told him it wasn’t necessary, but it seems that stubbornness is a trait shared by all of Ilúvatar’s children.”
“Your mother was named that?”
“Oh yes,” she said, coughing for several long moments before continuing with her answer. “He gave her that title after she defended his son from orcs and goblins; they still call her Belladonna Took the Clever. The sword I bear was hers, gifted to her by Lord Elrond.”
“Perhaps you should be dubbed Adamanta the Wise,” Tauriel said. “You show wisdom even if you are a bit reckless at times.”
“Uncle Thorin calls me the voice of common sense,” she replied, then stopped and doubled over as the coughing grew worse.
“You need to rest,” the elf murmured, blinking when the hobbit shook her head.
“I need to be on good clean earth and sit in the sun,” Adamanta replied. “I can do neither while your king remains so foolishly blind.”
“There was a look on his face I have not seen in many a year,” Tauriel told her. “Perhaps your words have fallen on ground that is becoming fertile.”
“From your lips to the Valar’s ears,” she murmured, bracing herself against the wall. Once she regained her strength, she was led to her cell and the red haired elf leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“Your husband sends word that his heart and thoughts are full of his One,” she told her, amazed at the radiant smile the hobbit sent towards her.
“Thank you,” Adamanta told her. “I hate using you as a messenger but if you can, please tell him that he is greatly missed and thought of quite often.”
Tauriel nodded, then shut the cell door. She headed back up to the throne room, thinking on what she’d heard earlier and wondering what her king would do.
Author’s End Note - I know it’s short, but I will be trying to do multiple chapter updates today. Again, I’m sorry for the delay. Writing is a serious challenge for me right now. Please let me know what you think. ~ Laran
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