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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 – Yes, another update. I hope all of you are enjoying this!6
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this story.
Chapter Twenty-six – Changing Locations
Kili had been surprised when the elvish captain had opened his cell, gesturing for him to follow her. She could see the confusion on his face and gave him a brief explanation.
“My king has ordered for your company to be made comfortable in the guests rooms,” Tauriel told him. “Your king is already there and waiting for everyone. I sent the others up with some of the guards, but I felt you might want to come with me to retrieve your wife. I didn’t think you would want another carrying her if she is too weak to walk.”
“You are right, captain, I certainly do wish to come with you to get Adamanta,” Kili replied grimly, following the guard as she headed down several flights of stairs. “Do you have any idea what caused Thranduil to change his mind?”
“Oh I certainly know what caused this change of heart,” the red headed immortal replied. “Your wife said a few things during her last visit to the throne room that pulled the scales from his eyes. Your leader will be able to explain things in further detail.”
That brought a soft laugh from the dwarf beside her, and she could tell he wasn’t surprised by her words. They reached the cell before Tauriel could comment on his reaction to her news, and she opened the door.
Kili gave a soft sound of concern when he spotted his One, hurrying to the hobbit’s side and kneeling so he could reach her easily. His hand rested on her forehead, and he frowned in concern at the heat emanating from her skin. She looked too thin and worn, and he was anxious to get his wife to Oin but kept his voice calm when he addressed her.
“You, my love, are feverish. We need to get you out of here.”
“Kili,” the golden haired woman murmured in a rough voice while her husband lifted her in his arms. “Am I dreaming?”
“No, my One, you are not dreaming. We’re getting you to Oin now,” he told her in a soothing tone of voice.
“Oh good,” she whispered, then coughed hard. “I don’t feel so well.”
The admission made him worry even more, and he carried his wife over to where the captain waited. She was lighter than usual, and Kili needed to get her to Oin. He was hoping the healer could do something to help his One regain her health soon; seeing her like this frightened him a great deal.
Tauriel’s eyes widened at the sight of the hobbit, who was looking worse than when she’d last seen her, and quickly hurried them to the upper levels. The dwarf made no comment about her speed, easily keeping up with her pace, and simply kept his wife cradled against his chest to share his warmth while they headed to the rooms where the dwarves were to be housed.
When they entered the wing where they were to stay, brown eyes alighted on his brother’s form, who called out the archer’s name when he spotted him at the same time.
“Kili!”
“Fili, get Oin and hurry,” he ordered, looking to Ori. The scribe looked caught between worry and anger as his One scurried off. Both the prince and his soulmate had seen the paleness to Adamanta’s skin and the weight loss that made her features appear sharper.
“Ori,” Kili continued, knowing he needed to get his wife comfortable. “Do you know where they’ve put Adamanta and me? We have to get her warm.”
“Follow me,” the youngest Ri brother said, hurrying towards the room where they had seen the couple’s belongings. He opened the door, wincing at the sound of their hobbit’s coughing.
Ori helped him lay Adamanta down, then pressed a calming hand to his friend’s shoulder as Kili tucked the blankets snugly around her thin form.
“She’s strong; she’ll pull through this,” he reassured him, and both dwarves looked up when Oin and Thorin rushed into the room.
While the king gently pulled his nephew out of the way and into a warm hug, the healer set to work examining their hobbit. He felt her skin, frowning at the heat coming from it, and then listened to her lungs.
“Her breathing is strained,” he commented, then set for his packs. He turned his gaze to Tauriel, who had not left yet.
“Do you have any food and water that have not been touched by the sickness in these woods?”
“We do,” she said. “We dare not touch anything that grows in the tainted areas, and all of you have been fed from the clean sources.”
“Thank Mahal for that or we’d have a more serious issue. I need someone to take Bombur to the kitchens area,” Oin instructed. “I need him to make a broth for her to be fed every hour, and it needs to be made from both meat and vegetable to help replace the nutrients she’s lost.” A packet of herbs was thrust into her hands. “Make sure he adds this to it. This will help her fight the infection trying to settle in her lungs and rebuild her strength faster. Ori, go get the tea kettle that sets up over the fire and get some hot water going for me, lad. You’ll want to bring it in here so we’ll have a constant supply.”
Both elf and dwarf hurried to follow his instructions, wanting to see the hobbit begin fighting her illness. Once alone, the healer turned to both uncle and nephew and spoke with a grim tone in his voice.
“As soon as we get her strength up to where she can be moved safely, we need to leave here as soon as we can. The taint in the forest is part of what’s destroying her health. Sooner we get to clean land and sunshine, the better.”
“Thranduil will be giving us a guide when we’re ready to depart, and we’ll leave as soon as she’s strong enough to travel,” Thorin assured him. “He advised we avoid Lake Town and after what he said about it, I agree. If time is with us, we’ll make camp near Erebor and give Adamanta a chance to fight this off before we look for the door.”
“Good,” the older dwarf replied. “Sooner we’re out of here, the better. I’m fighting an uphill battle on a muddy slope in regards to her health because of whatever these elves have allowed to let happen here. Right, Thorin, stand guard at the door and don’t let anyone in until Kili and I call you. Kili, lad, I’ll need your help. We need to get her out of these clothes; they’re damp with cold and not good for her right now.”
Thorin nodded, going out of the bedroom to stand guard at the door while his nephew opened his wife’s pack to pull out clean garments to change her into before helping the older dwarf with the resting hobbit. Between the two of them, they stripped her, got her clean and into a fresh chemise to sleep in.
They had just finished tucking her in when there was a knock at the door accompanied with the dwarven king’s voice.
“Ori is here with the tea things,” he informed them, not wanting to intrude in case the patient was still in the process of changing clothing.
“Come in,” Oin barked. “Ori, get that kettle filled with fresh water and onto the fire.”
The scribe did as ordered, setting everything up and soon bringing the hot water to the healer. Everyone watched as he used part of it to make a warm compress to rest against her throat and chest, and then brewed a tea for her.
“Kili, hold her up and see if we can get her to wake to drink this,” he instructed, watching as the younger dwarf lifted his wife’s torso off of the bed and sat behind her.
“Adamanta,” he murmured in her ear and after a few moments, the hobbit’s eyes opened.
“Kili,” she managed before coughing, and Oin hurried to talk to her.
“Don’t try to speak, lass. You’re ill, and we’re needing to get your strength up so we can get you into the sunshine,” the older dwarf promised. “We’re going to need your help for this. I’ve got tea you need to drink, and Bombur will be bringing you some broth. You need to drink as much as you can.”
She nodded, head nestling against Kili’s shoulder, and the golden haired lass drank as much of the tea as she could before exhaustion carried her away.
“The herbs will help her sleep as well as aid in fighting off this illness,” Oin reassured them, checking the warmth of the compress.
“When Bombur is back, I’ll explain what happened,” Thorin told him. “If they promise to remain quiet, can we meet in here so Kili can hear of the news?”
“As long as they are quiet, they can,” the healer said. “I’ll be staying with the lass until she’s improved enough for us to go.”
“Thank you, Oin,” Kili told the other, who simply nodded at the gratitude.
“She’s strong, lad, and she’ll fight through this,” he reassured him. “All we can do is give her what she needs to help her do so, and then we’ll make sure she finishes the fight in the environment that’s better for her. It’ll take both of us to get her on the right path to health.”
The healer spotted the determination in the warm brown eyes and knew that Kili would not be leaving his wife’s side during her illness, and he was pleased to see it.
Author’s End Note – I hope all of you enjoyed this one. I should have at least one more chapter up today since this one is fairly short. Please let me know what you thought of this update. ~ Laran
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