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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 – This is going to be a long chapter so it’ll be the last of the updates today. I have to focus on finishing this monster so I’ll probably give you more chapters in a few days or so, depending on time. So, without further interference from me, here comes Smaug!!!
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this story.
Chapter Thirty – Playing Games With a Dragon
When Durin’s Day arrived, Adamanta was nervous and it wasn’t just because she was going to sneak up on a dragon. The climb to where the hidden door was located had been horrid for a person of her size, and it had taken her husband and Bifur to help her up the steps.
Ori had helped calm her nerves by starting the lessons for the day; the group had been working on her Khuzdul vocabulary once she’d been able to stay awake for longer periods of time, and all of them helped the scribe as he and Adamanta worked on the words. She had improved to the point where Balin and Ori had started working with her on putting sentences together, helping her with the grammar of their language.
It was a good way to distract the poor hobbit, and she was grateful for it. The young woman kept herself focused on her lesson while climbing, keeping her attention on it as well as the two dwarves helping her up the steps.
Even after they arrived on the small landing where the door was, the lessons continued until the sun set and the thrush finally arrived. The hobbit spotted tears in the eyes of many of her dwarven companions as the door was opened by the king, and she remained quiet so they could enjoy the moment. The hobbit was incredibly nervous but hid it because she didn’t want them worrying too much about her. This was about them, not her, and the faces of her family as they looked at the hallway for several long moments made her heart calm itself down. They were finally home, and she would do everything she could to ensure they were able to remain this way.
Thorin dispelled the moment, clearing his throat a few times before nudging the company into action. Adamanta helped move the supplies in, stacking them neatly out of the way so the door could be closed to protect them in case the dragon did decide to leave the mountain.
“Kili,” the king called, gesturing for the younger dwarf to approach him. When the archer was within reach, Thorin hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear for several long moments. Once the older dwarf released him, Kili was pulled into a hug by his brother, who also whispered in his ear.
Adamanta could only hope they were wishes for good luck, knowing her husband had to be as nervous about this as she was. She had absolute faith in his skill and knew he could do it once he had the target exposed.
Kili went to his hobbit once his brother had released him, gently pulling her away from the group before cupping her face and looking into her eyes.
“Be safe, Adamanta,” he said softly. “Please use whatever caution you can while you face Smaug. I don’t want to lose you.”
“I will,” she told her husband. “I promise to be as careful as I can and stay near Bifur once he collects me to go into hiding.”
“I know he’ll protect you with all his might,” the archer murmured, tugging her into his arms.
Adamanta wrapped her arms around his waist, ignoring the quiver that tried to get in her way. She held onto him tightly, providing comfort as well as gaining it from the dwarf.
“You can do this,” she told him, looking up into his eyes. “I think you’re a better archer than the elves we’ve met. I’ll get you that target, Kili, and then you’ll bring him down. I have faith in you; you’ll make that shot perfectly.”
Touched by her resolute belief in him, Kili kissed her deeply for several long moments before escorting her to Bifur. After giving him a long look, he turned away from the company and called for the one who would guide him to the main forge.
“Balin,” he called and the older dwarf quickly fell into step with the youngest, guiding him towards their destination.
The group watched him go, and Adamanta drew in a slow breath to calm her nerves. Kili would be fine, she told herself. She didn’t like knowing he wasn’t going to be close by, and it took every ounce of self-control to keep from calling out to ask him to come back.
The presence of a strong hand on her shoulder startled her from her thoughts, and she looked up to see the concerned look in Bifur’s eyes.
“I know he’ll be fine,” she told him softly. “It’s just knowing that all of us are facing a bad tempered furnace with wings and claws isn’t helping me at all. Add to that, we’re turning this into the world’s worst version of playtime and that just really makes me feel nauseated.”
He squeezed her shoulder gently, giving her reassurance without speaking, and the hobbit was grateful that this one had been chosen to protect her.
“Playtime, lass?”
Adamanta gave a soft huff of laughter, looking to Dwalin. It was obvious her choice of words had taken the warrior off guard, and there were a few questioning looks being sent her way from the others who had heard her comment.
“Playtime,” she agreed. “I’m about to play hide and seek mixed with riddles with him and once I find what I’m looking for, all of you will be playing the deadliest game of tag ever. I’m trying to stay brave, but I’m scared for all of you.”
“I’d call you a fool if you weren’t frightened at least a little,” Thorin answered. “However, remember that we have faith in you, Adamanta. I know you can do this. Mahal and Yavanna are watching over all of us.”
She closed her eyes, sending a soft prayer to both of the Valar before drawing in a steady breath and opening them. This was for their home, and the hobbit lass was determined to see her family where they belonged.
“All right,” she said, watching as Thorin divided them and sent them to their posts before disappearing with Dwalin.
“Ready,” the thief asked, pulling the hobbit’s attention to the middle Ri brother.
“I have to be,” Adamanta replied, walking beside him to the treasury. “I remember the signals to call for the company and for you.”
“I’ll be listening for it and keeping an eye on you while you search out his weak spot,” Nori replied. “Keep moving as much as you can so he won’t be able to track you easily while you’re in the shadows. The ground will be loose thanks to the coins and whatever else is laying around so watch your footing.”
“I will,” she promised, pausing as she peered into the treasury. “How in the name of all the Valar am I to find him in that mess of mathoms?”
“You will,” he murmured, fading into the shadows and watching as the hobbit drew in another deep breath to steady the nerves. She was right on one thing, the dragon had blended into all of the gold, and it would be a challenge to find him.
“Right, Adamanta, let’s do this,” she murmured to herself, heading down the steps and cautiously stepping out onto the gold.
The hobbit shivered, feeling the chill of the metal penetrating through the tough soles of her feet. She kept to the shadows, drawing on her people’s ability to pass unnoticed as much as she could. The young woman nearly tripped over a pile of what looked to be goblets and managed to catch herself before she could dislodge it.
Her eyes cast about the golden mess desperately, trying to find any evidence of where the dragon was hiding. She froze when she heard what sounded like a deep breath being drawn in and waited, heart pounding ferociously in her chest.
“Interesting,” a deep voice rumbled, shaking the gold as it resonated throughout the treasury. “There is a thief here, but I cannot see it.”
That made two of them, the hobbit thought to herself. He couldn’t see her, and she couldn’t see him. Of all the times to start playing games with someone outside of her family, her first time doing so was with a very deadly dragon.
“I’m afraid I can’t see you either, Master Dragon,” she called out politely, moving again to keep him from tracking her voice.
Adamanta placed a hand over her mouth to keep herself from making any sort of noise as a massive head lifted from where it was buried beneath the gold. Metal coins and objects went flying as it turned from side to side to try to spot her.
“Can you see me now, little thief?”
“I can, Master Dragon, and what I see is truly incredible,” she replied, moving again while watching him to make sure he wasn’t tracking her. “I have heard stories of dragons all of my life, and I never thought to see one.”
“And now that you have,” he asked, looking and sniffing for the intruder in his lair.
“From what little I can see, you are remarkable,” Adamanta told him, moving as silently as she could. The ground made it difficult to do so, and she was having to occasionally brace herself so she could keep going without tripping or dislodging any of the gems and golden items laying around the massive chamber.
“Is this why you entered my domain? Or are you here to steal from me?”
“I have no use for worthless mathoms,” she replied truthfully. “My people enjoy their pipe weed, ale, and food over gold and trinkets.”
“They sound like simpletons,” the dragon growled, and she bit back the urge to laugh.
“Some of them can be,” Adamanta told him. “For me, I find value in the people I care about and the friendships I have made. I prize knowledge above riches, which is why I came here. I truly wished to see what a dragon looked like. All of the stories I have heard and read contradict each other.”
“How so,” the awful beast asked, still trying to spot her.
Her answer nearly caused the hidden dwarves to laugh, and the response she got to it was equally hilarious. Ori was determined to commit it to memory, wanting to write this down later so that the actions of the future princess would be recorded for posterity. The others listened as well, waiting for their cue to engage the dragon.
“Well, one book states that a dragon has no wings and six legs. Another said that dragons have no legs at all and slide around the ground like a snake or worm. One even mentioned that dragons have tiny teeth that are very fragile and have to chew their food quite carefully or they might break them. My papa’s favorite book said that dragons were not too smart, their skin thinner than parchment, and had bones as delicate as a newborn babe’s.”
Adamanta’s gasp of pain when she stepped on something sharp was covered by the roar of rage from the dragon. After shifting positions so she could get her foot off of whatever it was she stepped on, the hobbit felt something hard underneath her uninjured foot. She chanced a look down when she felt something warm against the sole of her foot instead of the cold she had expected and spotted a glowing white stone that shone with many colors. Reacting on instinct, the hobbit pushed it up against a column to keep it protected in case Smaug caused the gold to move again and continued to move so as to remain hidden from the large dragon.
The lass concentrated on keeping silent while navigating the shadowed areas of the treasure chamber, her attention on Smaug as the dragon pushed his bulk upwards to reveal his entire body. He was massive and well armored from what she could see of him, and Adamanta knew she’d need to provoke him into revealing his belly.
“And now that you see the truth,” he roared, showing his body fully to the hidden woman.
“The books were certainly wrong,” she quipped, being rather impertinent. “I think your wings would fill this entire room when stretched out. Do they really fly or are they just for show, like a chicken’s?”
Smaug, enraged by her question, extended his wings and flapped them, forcing his upper legs into the air long enough to expose his chest and belly to the hidden hobbit. She grinned widely when she spotted the vulnerability in his scales, right above his heart, and the future princess shook her head at his vanity and short temper.
“I can tell you something the books were right on, Master Smaug,” she called back to him, retreating the way she had originally come. Now that she knew where his weak spot was, Adamanta was eager to get to the exit as quickly and safely as she could.
“And that is?”
“Dragons are nasty thieves and like to prey upon beings smaller than themselves like the cowards they are,” she called back, knowing she had to anger him enough to convince him to give chase to the targets she was about to give him.
The hobbit ducked out of the way as the dragon stomped his feet, absolutely enraged by her words, and she slid down a small hill of gold towards the exit. The young woman made sure to retrace her steps perfectly, intent on fulfilling her task as well as ensuring the safety of something else.
While she moved back behind the column from earlier, still staying in the shadows, Adamanta leaned down to scoop up the item she had stepped on a short while ago while putting the fingers of her other hand into her mouth. That’s when she finally demonstrated the last non-ladylike skill her mother had taught her.
Two sets of calls filled the treasury, one signaling the hidden thief and the other to bring the company down onto the seething dragon, and she kept giving the signal while she put the stone into her pocket.
Turning towards the exit, she spotted Nori and Bifur under the arch and heading towards her. The dragon spotted her and spat a burst of flames at her, which she managed to mostly evade. The two dwarves pulled her into the hallway and put out the fire that had caught a hold of her skirt.
“I’m fine,” she said, hearing the battle cry of the dwarves who had distracted the dragon from his first target. “There is a weakness on his chest right over his heart, Nori. Several scales have somehow come off and haven’t grown back. That’s where Kili needs to aim. Hurry!”
The thief took off running, heading for the shortcuts he knew would take him to the main forge, and once he was gone, Adamanta looked up at her companion.
“We should head to the alcoves in the main forge,” she told him. “I just hope the others can do this without getting hurt.”
Bifur patted her shoulder before pointing to the direction Nori had gone, and she nodded.
“All right,” she answered, following him as he took off running.
The hobbit kept pace, focusing on where she needed to go and mentally praying that her companions would be all right. The dwarf led her through several small hallways, across two very large ones, and then through a narrow path that opened out onto a massive landing that overlooked a room that dwarfed the treasury room.
Heavy machinery stood silent and still, coated in dust, and Adamanta turned to Bifur. Both of them were breathing hard from their long dash to get to this area.
“Is this the main forge?”
He nodded, gently tugging her into an alcove to wait. They both leaned against the wall, catching their breaths while they waited for the company. From where she was leaning, her filled pocket pressed against the wall and she could feel the stone throbbing against her leg almost like a heartbeat.
A roar distracted her from the odd sensation, and her hand gripped Bifur’s when she spied several dwarves rushing into the massive chamber. The older dwarf held onto hers as well, spotting his cousins running ahead of what looked to be a rather hot spout of flame.
“Mahal and Yavanna, protect them please,” she whispered, praying aloud while she watched the battle unfold when the enraged dragon entered the room. Her throat felt tight, but she kept praying and thought she heard Bifur doing the same behind her.
“Steady Kili’s hands and guide the arrow so that it is swift and true,” she whispered, begging the Valar for their aid.
The two watched as the dwarves rushed the dragon, avoiding both teeth and tail, and continued to enrage him as they tried to maneuver him into proper position. Occasionally, she caught sight of one go flying when they hadn’t been able to avoid a swat from the tail or paw.
Adamanta’s heart leapt into her throat when she caught a glimpse of someone being an absolute fool by hoisting himself onto a set of chains, lowering hooks, nets formed of woven chain, and other equipment as the weight of the dwarf activated the counterweight. She muffled a scream when the dragon missed with his flame and decided to lunge up after him.
“Who is that foolish idiot?”
“Thorin,” Bifur replied, recognizing the shape of the dwarf. His voice was grim, and both of them watched while the dragon went after the king.
She covered her mouth with her free hand, other one clinging tightly to Bifur’s as the dragon managed to tangle his wings, head and neck in the lowered nets, hooks, and other assorted equipment that had been dragged down. Although it infuriated the beast further, it also put him in the perfect position for the archer.
It was difficult to tell who was hanging onto the other the tightest, but the grips went even tighter as a black arrow soared through the air. The shriek of agony from the dragon was the sign that Kili’s aim had been spot on, sinking deep into the beast to strike its heart and stop it from beating.
There was a long period of silence that followed, and all of the dwarves just stood there as if waiting to see if their adversary was tricking them.
Bombur, the usually quiet one of the group, was the one who broke the silence and his voice echoed throughout the main forge.
“It is done; Erebor is free!”
Author’s End Note – I hope all of you enjoyed this chapter. Please let me know what you thought and keep your fingers crossed as I work to finish this story. I’ve got a large stockpile of chapters as I’ve managed to work ahead, but it all depends on health and how real life goes. Anyway, thank you for reading and see you all next time! ~ Laran
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