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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 am in total awe of my readers; all of you have been so supportive of me and receptive of this tale. I had been concerned that the complete change in things would upset everyone, but it’s been hugely accepted. You guys are amazing; I hope you know that!
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this.
Chapter Three – Meeting the Company
Adamanta had slept rather well considering everything that had happened in the last few days. She’d shared Gandalf’s room, taking comfort in the presence of the family friend, and she had managed to swallow back her grief as she hadn’t wanted to burden the kindly wizard since he would also be mourning the loss of a friend.
She dressed in her dried clothing and had braided her hair away from her face, securing it with a simple tie she used to keep her curly hair out of her face. After placing her brush into the pack, the young hobbit made sure it was closed securely.
There was a light tap on the door before it opened, and she turned to spy Gandalf standing in the doorway. He had left the room earlier to check on the company and give her time to dress in privacy.
“Ready, my dear?”
“I am, Gandalf,” she said, donning her coat and picking up her cloak and pack.
“We will be eating in the public rooms downstairs and then heading out,” he said to her, watching her keenly. He was aware she wasn’t used to crowded situations as Bungo had not been too social over the years due to his stance on how his wife had been treated.
“All right,” the lass answered softly, moving towards her guardian.
“I spoke with him this morning, child,” the wizard commented. “Even though your father appointed both Thorin and myself as your guardian, I wanted to make certain he and I were on the same page. He will watch over you when I am called away. One thing we do agree on is helping you shake off the hobbit mentality and ensure you are able to hone that spirit of yours.”
“Dwarves don’t treat their women the same as hobbits do?”
“No my dear, they most certainly do not,” Gandalf told her, wanting to ease any worries the lass might have. “Hobbits are the only race on Arda that holds such beliefs regarding their treatment of females. Dwarven women are strong, treated equally to their men, and are honored because they are able to do something their men cannot. A dwarf would never treat any female as a lesser creature.
“In fact, Thorin suggested that you train with Dwalin, who is his captain of the guard. He said you told him that Belladonna had given you some instruction in self-defense and he believes, as do I, that Dwalin will be able to pick up where she left off and ensure you can protect yourself.”
“Really?”
Gandalf looked down to spy an eager look on Adamanta’s face and chuckled. It always pleased him when someone showed interest in learning.
“I have a feeling you will be learning in the evenings once camp has been set up,” he told her. “I’m certain other things will be added as well, and I expect you to work hard.”
“I will, Gandalf,” she said, sounding so very excited. A chance to learn, even if it was outdoor skills, was something she would not turn down. “Do you think I might be able to make a friend?”
The wizard’s heart ached at the question, and he cursed the hobbits for living as they did. The poor girl had been so very isolated because of her mother’s actions, and she was starving for interaction. He really hoped that the company would be able to give her what she was needing.
“You remain as sweet as you are, Adamanta, and show how willing you are to learn, and I have no doubt you will make friends,” he said, heart aching harder at the happy smile she gave him.
He gave her a gentle smile, guiding her down to the public rooms. The wizard could feel her tense a bit, realizing she was nervous, and gave her a soft nudge to head to the tables.
Adamanta set her pack down at the empty spot she had chosen, laying her cloak neatly over it. She took a seat, pouring herself a cup of tea before sweetening it somewhat.
“Miss Baggins,” Thorin called and she looked over at him. “I would like for you to meet the company.”
At her nod, the one to the king’s right began the introduction.
“I am Balin, son of Fundin, at your service,” the advisor began. “I’m Thorin’s advisor; just let me know if you need anything, lass.”
“Thank you, Master Balin,” the hobbit answered, eyes moving to the next dwarf beside him. This one was bulky, bald on the top of his head, and had a lot of tattoos to go with the wild looking beard.
“Dwalin, son of Fundin, at your service,” he said. “I’m the Captain of the Guard, and I’ll also be training you to use your mother’s sword.”
“Gandalf mentioned it earlier, Master Dwalin. Thank you for your help and time, sir. I promise to do my best.”
He waved her gratitude off, motioning for the one beside him to continue the introductions.
“I’m Oin, son of Groin. I’m the company’s healer, lassie. Do you have everything you need?”
“I do, Master Oin,” she replied, blushing slightly at the mention of her monthly issues. “Everything can be gathered in the wild if I do run low,” the hobbit told him, doubting she’d run low anytime soon as her body had an issue with being regular with her courses. Her mother had dismissed the problem when Adamanta first noticed it, stating that it wasn’t too abnormal for a young female to be erratic for a while and that it would line itself out the closer she got to forty.
“Good, good,” the half-deaf healer commented. “We’ll speak on it later before we leave. Your turn,” he told the red haired dwarf beside him.
“I am Gloin, son of Groin,” the dwarf told her, nudging the silver haired one beside him to go next.
“I am Dori, son of Kori,” he began. “It’s lovely to meet you, young miss. If you need anything, let me know if I can help.”
“Thank you, Master Dori,” she answered, giving him a soft smile.
“I’m Ori, son of Kori,” the young one by Dori informed him. “I’m Balin’s apprentice and the company’s scribe.”
“He’ll chat your ear off with questions once he gets over his shyness,” the dwarf on his other side commented, ruffling the younger one’s hair. “I’m Nori, son of Kori, and the company’s thief and source of information.”
“I’m Bofur, son to Tofur,” the dwarf wearing the hat commented. “The one next to me is my cousin, Bifur. I’m afraid his injury makes it so he can’t speak nothing but an older form of our native language or our hand language. He looks fierce but is gentle as a lamb. The one next to him is my brother, Bombur. He doesn’t speak much, but he cooks rather well.”
“It’s nice to meet all of you,” she said politely, looking to Bombur. “I don’t know much about how things work while traveling and camping, but I can cook fairly well and would happy to help you.”
Bombur gave her a smile, pleased by her offer.
“Thank you, Miss Baggins, I could use the help.”
Before she could reply, two more young dwarves popped up beside her and nearly made her spill her tea in surprise. Thorin sighed, speaking up just then.
“These two are my sister-sons, Fili and Kili,” he told the hobbit. “They’re good lads but can be extremely mischievous.”
“We’re not that bad, Uncle Thorin,” the blond haired one replied, giving his family member a playful look.
“No, Fili, you’re worse,” the king deadpanned, making his nephews and other dwarves laugh at the comment.
“It’s nice to meet you all,” Adamanta told them once the noise had died down. “I am Adamanta Baggins.”
She was passed a few plates to choose her meal from, and she wisely didn’t eat too lightly as she wasn’t sure how often dwarves took their mealtimes. Obviously, they wouldn’t follow the hobbit schedule and it would be good to make sure to she ate enough to carry her through the morning.
Once she had eaten her fill and the others were also done, the group began to pack up their things. Adamanta slipped her cloak on, starting to tie it off when a voice distracted her from the small task.
“Miss Baggins, I have something you can use for that,” the brown haired nephew of Thorin told her. “Uncle said you didn’t have a clasp for your cloak, and I brought a spare one along with me.”
“I couldn’t possibly,” she tried to protest but was forestalled when the clasp was pressed into her hand.
“Using the tie works for a while but if we run into really bad weather, it’d be too easy to lose the cloak if the tie gives way. This will work, and it won’t be too heavy for you,” he insisted.
“Thank you so much,” she said, looking up at him. “I promise to take care of it.”
He grinned and hurried off, and Adamanta affixed the clasp to the cloak. The clasp was two silver circles with what looked to be a rather elegant knot etched onto the metal. A sturdy chain joined the two circles together and would hold the cloak in place.
“That was very kind of him,” she said softly, looking up at the scribe. Ori had picked up her pack for her, giving her a small smile.
“Kili has a good heart,” the youngest son of Kori told her. “He’s the kind of dwarf that would do anything he could for someone in need, and I’ve found him to be a good friend over the years.”
“I get the feeling that everyone in the company have good hearts,” she replied as they headed out of the inn.
“You’re right on that, Miss Baggins,” he said, pausing as Thorin pointed to a pony standing near Gandalf’s.
“That one will be Miss Baggins’s mount,” the king instructed. “Ori, Fili, make sure everything is set for her and help her on it.”
The blond haired nephew, who had to be Fili, headed to the pony at the same time she and Ori did.
“We’ll help you get up on her, Miss Baggins, and then adjust your stirrups so you can ride more comfortably,” Fili said to her. “Do you know much about ponies?”
“Nothing,” she admitted, blushing a bit. “We don’t really use them in the Shire.”
“Everyone has to begin somewhere,” he said to her, giving her a reassuring smile. “This evening, when we make camp, we’ll teach you how to take care of her. Directing her is fairly simple. Tap her sides with your heels to make her move forward and just lightly pull the reigns in the direction you want her to go.”
As he gave her the instructions, he showed her how to handle the reigns to move the pony in the direction she would need to go and then he and Ori helped her onto the pony’s back. Once she got her skirts settled, the two dwarves adjusted her stirrups to make sure she would be comfortable.
“All right there, Miss Baggins?”
“Yes, I think so. Thank you both,” she answered Ori.
“You’re quite welcome,” he said, taking her pack to one of the ponies that were to be used to carry their supplies. Fili walked beside him, giving him a soft kiss before heading to his own mount.
Adamanta noticed the interaction but said nothing, wondering if this was allowed in the dwarven society. She didn’t get a chance to think too much on it when the leader of the group pulled her away from her thoughts.
“Let’s move out,” Thorin called and the company responded, following their leader.
The hobbit followed Fili’s instructions, using her feet to prod her pony into moving, and she smiled when the animal responded properly.
“All right there, Adamanta,” the wizard asked, riding beside her as they headed towards the gate of Bree.
“I think so, Gandalf,” she answered him. “I’m learning to ride now, and we’re leaving Bree so it means I’ll get to see what’s out there. I think I’ll be all right.”
The wizard chuckled, ensuring that his horse remained at her side. She would have questions, he knew, and he was also waiting for when the moment the realization of her loss hit her. He was not looking forward to that and hoped that he and the company would be able to help her.
Author’s End Note – So here’s another chapter up and hopefully everyone enjoys it. For those who have asked, I post on three sites and have a yahoo group. The link is posted on my profile for those who want to follow me on a site that doesn’t have update alerts. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter. See everyone soon, Laran.
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