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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 – Last update for this one today. I’m hoping I’ll be able to keep working on my stories and not get too grounded by depression and fibro. Here’s hoping! Please enjoy!
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story.
Chapter Twenty-seven – A Kingly Gift
By the time Bombur had come back with the broth, the rest of the company had assembled outside of the patient’s door to wait for news and instructions. Thorin opened it and spotted his comrades, addressing them in a quiet voice.
“Oin’s waiting for you, Bombur,” he told him, letting the heavyset dwarf through before eyeing the others. “All of you can come in, but you must be silent. I need to explain what has happened and would like Kili and Oin to hear it too, but I will not do so unless you all agree to keep quiet. Adamanta needs her rest so she can regain her health.”
The group nodded, giving their promise to keep quiet, and he allowed them into the room. Each one found a spot to sit, casting a worried look to the figure that the youngest prince was bracing against his chest while the healer spooned broth into her mouth.
In a low voice where Oin and Kili could hear but not disturb the patient, Thorin explained the conversation he’d held with the elven king. All of them listened with wide eyes, and Balin shook his head after the leader finished his explanation.
“Leave it to our Adamanta,” he murmured quietly, sounding proud of their lass’s accomplishment. “The Valar must have been using her as their instrument to reach Thranduil’s heart.”
“Perhaps so but it’s certainly a new beginning,” the king answered. “While we wait, I want all of you to go over the packs and ensure nothing is missing. Ready yourselves for departure, even though we are still waiting on Oin’s word that Adamanta can be moved. Balin, try to find out what the date is if you can.”
“Already done,” the advisor told him. “We have time, especially if we camp near the mountain to let her regain her strength. I was surprised that we haven’t been here nearly as long as I suspected we had.”
“I am glad to hear it,” Thorin replied, feeling a bit relieved with the information Balin had shared. “The last thing I want is to rush her during her recovery, but we do need everyone together to come up with some sort of plan to go against Smaug.”
“We’ll be working on putting some ideas together,” Dwalin said in a low but gruff tone. “Once we’re out of here and letting the lassie gain strength, we’ll share what we’ve come up with and see what everyone thinks.”
“That will do,” the monarch replied. “Everyone use this time to rest and plan. Thranduil should be meeting with us once again before he has his guide escort us from his domain.”
“One thing, Thorin, what are we to do about the Master of Lake Town? If he is as the elven king says, then we’ll be encouraging a revolution of sorts,” Gloin brought up. “I’m not certain we’ll be stable enough to do so.”
“My thoughts on the matter are to meet with this Bard and offer him the funding and materials to rebuild Dale. He can find men willing to go with him and start on that. I think that, once a better living solution is offered, the people will leave the town to return to their ancestors’ home. I may discuss this with Thranduil to see what should be done if they are denied the freedom to leave,” Thorin answered. “The truth of the matter is that we need Dale in order to rebuild our economy.”
“Which means supporting their ability to move about freely,” Balin concluded. “I think planning this with Thranduil will be best since we won’t have the military means to force the Master of Lake Town to do what is right.”
“I am going to send word to Dain once the mountain is reclaimed and on Her way to healing,” Thorin told him. “We can use the dwarves he sends to help us with the men’s situation if need be. Regardless, we shall need their hands to begin the rebuilding process until the caravans arrive.”
“It’s a wise idea,” the advisor agreed. “You think Dain will do so?”
“Despite his response during the meeting of the Dwarf Lords, he did tell me to send word once we were in a position where Erebor is ours once again and he would send reinforcements and supplies.”
For once, the king did not sound bitter about his cousin’s decision and it pleased his family to hear it in his voice.
“Thorin,” Kili’s voice rang out quietly. “She’s waking.”
There was a mild rush as the dwarf king headed to the bed, spotting the blue eyes of his niece. Her voice was nearly too soft to be heard, but the group was able to make out her words.
“Everyone safe?”
“Yes, Adamanta, we are all together and safe. All we wait for now is for you to fight this fever,” he told her. “You are the reason Thranduil released us, and we owe you another debt of gratitude.”
“No debt,” she murmured, eyes starting to close after sipping more of Oin’s tea. “Family, no debts in family.”
“You’re right; there are no debts in family,” he answered in a gentle tone. “Now rest.”
As she drifted off to sleep, Thorin made a few decisions but kept them to himself for now. There would be time enough for discussing things later; right now, they had to be ready for whenever their hobbit was well enough to leave this place.
The next two days were exhausting for Kili and Oin. They tended to Adamanta, sleeping only when the company demanded that they do so and took over caring for their hobbit. All of them had commented that the lass had bonded them as a family, and they were determined that they have a go at ensuring their little family member healed.
Adamanta’s fever broke on the second evening, and Oin reported that the infection hadn’t quite fully settled in her lungs due to the treatment she’d been given. She would be weak for a while, but he was certain she would make a full recovery. As long as she was bundled warmly and agreed to remain still, leaving Mirkwood would be the next step in helping her to improve.
The joyful response to the healer’s news was heard by their elvish hosts, and word reached Thranduil. The King of Mirkwood sent a small feast to help his guests celebrate and then sent word that he wanted to meet with the archer of the company.
It was only due to Thorin’s promise to remain with Adamanta that Kili left their room at all. He followed the messenger to a room that held lovely murals painted on the walls, but his eyes were drawn to the blond haired king standing near a table on which rested a single small chest.
“You are the company’s archer?”
“I am,” he replied, meeting the eyes of the monarch.
“You remind me a great deal of Thorin,” the elf said quietly, noting the braid that was bound by the bead that held the seal of Durin.
“I am the youngest sister-son to him,” the dwarf said calmly.
“That would make you Kili, husband to Lady Adamanta,” Thranduil said, shaking his head slightly. “You are a very lucky dwarf, Prince Kili. Your wife is blessed with a great deal of insight and despite her illness, she struck at the heart of the matter and opened my eyes to a great many things. We would not speaking in such a way if not for her.”
“Lord Mahal and Lady Yavanna have blessed me by bringing her into my life,” Kili admitted freely.
“That they have, young master,” he said to him softly. “Thorin and I both agree you two should be the intermediaries between your people and mine when the time is right to work on formalizing the peace between the two kingdoms. In my heart, I know the decision is the right one.
“However, the time for that has not yet arrived. The dragon must not be released to unleash its might against the people of Lake Town. Though its master is corrupt, the people are innocent and already have borne the burden of punishments the Valar have levied against our two peoples.”
“We have been trying to come up with ideas on how to handle Smaug inside Erebor,” Kili told him, intuition telling him to be honest. “Dragon scales are difficult to pierce, and he has had time to build his armor up with whatever is laying within the treasury.”
“That is my concern as well,” Thranduil said. “Archery is uncommon amongst your kind, Prince Kili. How accurate are you?”
“Very,” he answered back grimly. “My family tends to get themselves into trouble too often, and I have to do what I can to keep them safe. Sometimes, the best way to do so is from a distance. It is not the traditional way for my people to do battle, but I will do what I must to ensure their safety.”
“Very true,” the elf replied, watching the young dwarf. “The relationship between Erebor and the Greenwood has not always been troubled. Before Thror was born, his grandfather was a close friend of mine. One year, he presented something to me as a gift and commented that he hoped it would never have to be used.
“Something told me that this would be important in the future so I kept it safe and hidden until the time was right to pass it onto someone who could make use of it,” Thranduil said to him, gesturing for him to come closer to the chest. “The time has come, and so I pass this to you. Unless Bard of Lake Town possesses one, this is the only one left in this part of Arda.”
Kili’s eyes widened when the chest was opened to reveal a single arrow. It was black and crafted from a rare ore that was strong enough to pierce through dragon scale. Despite never having seen one, the archer knew what it was and was amazed that the elvish king was giving this to him.
“I have heard stories of such arrows but never thought I would ever see one,” he breathed out, staring at the arrow for several long moments before looking up.
“From one archer to another, Prince Kili, you have one chance to fell the dragon. Pick your vantage point and wait for the best time to strike. Patience is important here, and I truly believe you can do this.”
“I will,” he acknowledged, storing the advice in his memory to be used once they reached Erebor.
“Good,” Thranduil told him, closing the chest and handing it to him. “My son will be by later to take you to the armory so you can ensure your bow is ready for combat. If you find arrows to your liking, take what you need.”
Kili gave him a bow, chest in his hands. He was grateful for the generosity that the king was showing him and remained polite.
“You have my thanks, King Thranduil.”
“Just be safe, Prince Kili, and remember my words when you are ready to face Smaug,” he told the dwarf. “Tell Thorin to send a message with your escort so I will know when your company will be ready to depart. I will have the guide waiting for him at that time.”
“I will,” the young dwarf promised and then returned to where his family was. He entered his bedroom, finding Thorin lost in thought. The king looked up when he heard the door open and blinked in surprise at what his nephew was holding.
“Did all go well?”
“I believe so,” he answered his uncle. “The escort is still outside the door; Thranduil asks to relay the time of our departure to him through the escort, and he will have our guide ready for us.”
Thorin rose, speaking as he headed to the door to talk to the elf.
“Oin said leaving tomorrow would be best so she can continue her recovery on good clean soil and sunshine. If we stay here any longer, it could cause a relapse and we don’t want that,” he told his nephew before opening the door to relay the time to the messenger. Once that was done, he came back in, closing the door behind him.
“What did Thranduil have to say to you?”
Kili set the chest on a small table, readying his bow and quiver so he’d be ready to leave once the prince of this realm arrived.
“He wanted to be certain that we understood that the dragon must fall in Erebor and not be loosed to harm the people of Lake Town,” he began. “Then he gave something to me to aid us in our quest.”
At his nephew’s gesture, Thorin opened the chest and stared for several long minutes. There was a note in his voice that rang with awe and shock.
“He gave this to you?”
“He did,” the younger dwarf replied gravely. “We have the means to kill Smaug now; the king is sending his son to bring me to the armory so I can ensure my equipment is ready for this.”
“Kili, do you think you can do this?”
His nephew looked up at him, worry and determination in his eyes when he answered the question asked of him.
“We have often wondered why the bow was the main choice of weapon I was drawn to; I always thought it was because I wanted to ensure the safety of my family. Thinking on it now, I believe Mahal nudged me in this direction so that when we realized what we had done to our home and swore to make amends, that I would be able to do what was needed to end the dragon. Had we not been able to listen and understand, we would have gone against Smaug with nothing in hand to bring him down.”
A knock at their door revealed the elven prince, and Kili picked up his equipment before accompanying the elf.
Once again alone with the slumbering hobbit, the dwarven king turned his eyes to the still figure of the golden haired woman and shook his head. Kili’s words echoed in his mind, and he sank onto his chair and began praying to the Father of all Dwarves and thanked Him for bringing Adamanta to them and for allowing her words to be heard.
Author’s End Note – Now we have the means of ending the dragon, but how will they manage to do so? Wait and see. The plan will unfold in the next few chapters, I promise. Adamanta is recovering, and things are moving for our favorite company. Thank you for reading, and please let me know what you think of the chapters updated today. See you next time. ~ Laran
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