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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 – You guys are utterly amazing; I hope you know that. Your patience and support has meant the world to me. Believe it or not, I will be done with this tale in time for the finished drafts to be posted for Hobbit Big Bang. So wish me luck and enjoy the updates!

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this story.

Chapter Thirty-one – Keeping a Promise

Bombur’s cry had forced everyone into action, and hugs were exchanged and a certain few of the dwarves wept silently in both joy for their victory and sorrow for the lives that had been lost during the dragon’s invasion of their mountain home. Some of their loved ones had not survived to see this day, and it was painful for those left behind.

Adamanta and Bifur hurried down the steps, going towards the main floor, and once they were on the ground floor, the hobbit rushed towards Thorin. The king looked up in time to see what looked like an infuriated niece flying towards him and winced, expecting another round of having his ears boxed. She surprised him when she stopped, tears flowing down her cheeks as she dropped into an extremely deep curtsy.

“Welcome home, Your Majesty,” she told him, hugging him back when he pulled her into a tight hug.

“I wouldn’t have been able to do this without all of you,” he told the group, holding his niece as she wept against him. “All of you have not only earned my trust and respect, but my friendship and admiration. Trust me when I tell you, the rewards for each of you will be great.”

“We didn’t do this for the reward,” Bofur told him. “We did it because it was the right thing to do. We’re home now, Your Majesty, and damned if it doesn’t feel good to say that!”

Above the laughter, Thorin heard the shaking voice of his niece as she murmured up to him. He hid a smile when he heard her words, glad to see that her tears were starting to abate.

“Frighten me like that again, uncle, and I will do more than box your ears.”

“I will do my best to keep from scaring you,” he told her, kissing the top of her head and releasing her when he spotted his nephew. “And there is our other hero.”

Adamanta turned, spotting her husband as he approached them with Balin at his side. She gave a soft laugh and ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms.

Kili dropped his bow, catching his wife and holding her close. He could hear her voice, which was muffled against his chest.

“I knew you could do it,” she whispered. “So proud of you, my Kili.”

“As I am of you, my jewel,” the archer told her. “I expect to hear the entire story soon, but Nori said you were remarkably brave.”

“Monumentally foolish too, which is why I couldn’t box uncle’s ears for his little stunt earlier,” the hobbit admitted, making him laugh before lifting her face to his and kissing him.

“Lass, your skirt! You’re not burned are you,” Balin asked, concern in his voice.

When he heard the other dwarf’s words, Kili quickly ended the kiss and turned her so her back was to him. His eyes widened when he realized the back of her skirt and two petticoats were burned to a crisp. He checked her legs, not finding any burns at all, and sighed in relief. There had been one petticoat left before the dragon’s fire would have hit her skin, and he resolved that he would never again fuss over the amount of layers his wife habitually wore.

The archer did notice there was blood underneath one foot and knelt, lifting that foot up so he could see the bottom of it. There was a nice sized cut across the ball of the foot, and he winced.

“She’s not burned,” he told Balin, giving another sigh of relief. “I never thought the layers she likes to wear would actually be of some use for protection. However, there’s another problem. Oin, we need you here please. She’s got a cut on the bottom of her foot, and it’s bleeding quite a bit.”

The healer came over and began inspecting the injury while the hobbit lass leaned against her husband to remain balanced on one foot for the moment. As he was working, Adamanta chanced a look behind her, spotting the ruined skirt and petticoats. She frowned, shaking her head at the state of her clothing.

“Will you look at that,” she commented, then looked over at Thorin. “You owe me a new skirt and petticoats for this one, Uncle Thorin!”

“Adamanta, my girl, for your bravery, you’re getting a new wardrobe to replace what the dragon has ruined. No arguments,” he warned, knowing she would fuss.

The lass didn’t get a chance to protest when she was ordered by the elderly dwarf to sit down. He kept her foot in his hands as he bound the wound tightly.

“When we get our supplies, I’ll clean the injury well and then place stitches to help it heal. You must have stepped on something razor sharp as I know your feet are incredibly tough, and the cut is almost to the bone. Once the stitches are in, you’ll have to avoid putting pressure on it for the first week or so,” Oin told her, finishing up the temporary bandage. “You were lucky Smaug didn’t seem able to track you due to the bleeding here.”

“I think I kept him curious enough to focus on my voice,” Adamanta replied. “That or I was just too deep in the shadows for him to see while tracking the scent. I don’t know; the Valar were watching over us today, that’s for certain.”

The youngest dwarven prince helped his wife back on her feet and into his arms, simply content to hold her as he observed the group. Thorin headed to his nephew and hugged him, making the hobbit between them squeak.

“Smaller person here,” she cried out, sparking laughter in the crowd. “No fair crushing the hobbit!”

Adamanta moved out of the way, watching while the entire company hugged the archer and congratulated him on the amazing shot. She turned her attention away from them for a moment, closing her eyes as the excitement of the day began to fade. Her foot was throbbing, even with the weight on the heel and not the ball of the foot.

“What happens now,” Ori asked, leaning against Nori for a moment before heading to Fili.

“We have a promise to keep,” Thorin answered, sobering the group. “First things first, we need to find the Arkenstone so we can return Erebor’s heart to Her.”

“It’s going to take months to sort through the treasury,” Gloin commented, sounding a bit frustrated and grumpy. “There’s no rhyme or reason to organization in there, and I would wager that some of the piles must be at least six feet or more tall. Truth be told, I don’t remember there being that much in there when Smaug came.”

“It won’t take months,” Adamanta intervened, not wanting them to lose their good moods. “I think Mahal and Yavanna were guiding me as well as protecting me when I was in the treasury with Smaug.”

“What do you mean,” Dori asked, turning his gaze from where Fili was being fussed over by Ori.

“I stepped on something and would have ignored it except for the odd fact that it was warm. It stood out since everything else was really cold under my feet, and I realized that this could be what we were going to be looking for. I pushed it against the column so I could keep infuriating Smaug, then picked it up on my way out,” she told them, slipping the stone from her pocket and offering it to Thorin.

The King Under the Mountain took the stone, bowing his head for a long moment, and then turned to look at his company.

“As I said, we have a promise to keep. Balin, where do you think would be the best location to return this?”

“There’s an old mine that was marked as useless and dangerous,” the advisor said to them. “Deadly gas would escape anytime someone mined down there. We wound up closing it because there was no way to safely vent it.”

“I think I remember the one you speak of,” Thorin said, heading towards the exit.

The company hurried after him, and Adamanta scooped up Kili’s bow and handed it to him while following their leader. The young dwarf smiled, kissing the top of her head as he slung the weapon on his back to keep it out of the way before wrapping an arm around his wife. She leaned against him so she could keep as much weight off of her foot as possible, and he helped her where he could.

They walked for quite some time, and the hobbit was on the verge of tears by the time they arrived at their destination. She had spotted skeletons of the dwarves who had not made it out, and her heart was breaking each time they came across them.

Her husband kept her close while going into the mine, guiding her over the sometimes tricky path as well as giving her comfort for the pain her heart was experiencing. He didn’t let go when Thorin stopped and began speaking in their native language. When a word came up that Adamanta didn’t know, he translated for her and was proud that she was able to follow most of it.

Prayers for forgiveness and for the healing of their home came from everyone, and the hobbit stepped forward as the king began to press the stone against the wall of the mine. At the nudge the young woman felt at the back of her mind, she reached up, small hand covering his as she began to sing the song that she had offered up during the ritual back in Rivendell.

To the dwarves, they could hear Erebor singing along with her and the hobbit, who could sense earth but not stone, had a feeling that she could almost hear humming as she sang. Her eyes widened when the Arkenstone began sinking into the rock, watching as Erebor reclaimed Her heart.

When the song ended, there was no sign that the Arkenstone had been absorbed here and the king cleared his throat. He looked up, eyes closing as he heard something she could not. Looking around, Adamanta noticed smiles on the faces of her companions as they listened with their eyes closed.

“We are home,” Thorin murmured. “The secret to where the Arkenstone is will die with us. Never again will the heart of our mountain be removed from where it belongs.”

The group swore in their sacred language, and Adamanta looked up to Bifur. There was one important question on her mind, and she hoped for a good answer.

“Is She happy now? No more pain?”

The dwarf nodded, giving her a smile, and he chuckled when the hobbit reached out to lightly pat the wall of the mine.

“I’m sorry you were hurt,” she whispered to the spirit of the mountain. “It won’t happen again; they understand now, and I’m very happy you’re feeling better.”

The older dwarf felt the mountain give a happy hum through her stones and knew their hobbit had been heard. He patted her shoulder, then nodded to her that they needed to follow the others. Both he and Kili helped her out of the mine, enabling her to stay balanced while not putting too much pressure on the injury.

Once they were at one of the larger hallways, Thorin turned to the group. There was still a lot to be done, and the hour was a little past midday so there was time to get it taken care of.

“First order of the day, we need to find a place to bed down until we can sort everything out. Fili, Kili, and Nori, that’ll be your task. Bifur, Dori, I want the doors to the treasury closed and locked. I want that gold out of the way for now, and locking it up will be easier for the time being until we determine where to put it. I’ll take the keys once you return. Ori, Bofur, and Bombur, go and retrieve our supplies. Hopefully, my nephews will have found us a place to rest where you can put everything. Balin, would you please check and see if the ravens are still here? If so, I’d like to speak to whoever their leader is.

“Dwalin, Gloin, and I will do a quick scout and see if there’s anything we can use to help make ourselves more comfortable. Oin, would you mind checking on Adamanta please? I want to make sure she didn’t suffer any other injuries while dealing with Smaug. I doubt she’d feel it until later due to the high level of energy and stress she was under.”

Everyone disappeared to follow instructions, and the healer pulled the hobbit into a small antechamber to look her over. He was happy to find that she was in good health, no other injuries outside of the one on her foot, but the lass was showing signs of fatigue. That was something he expected given the effects of the emotions all of them had gone through that morning and she had been ill recently, which would have sapped her strength as well.

“You’ll be just fine, lass,” he told her. “You came a bit too close to being singed, but these garments you wear managed to protect you until Bifur and Nori could douse the flame.”

“I learned my lesson today,” Adamanta told him, giving him a mischievous look.

“What’s that,” the healer asked, eyes twinkling down at the hobbit.

“Don’t insult an angry dragon unless you’re positioned behind him,” she said to him. “Otherwise, you might end up becoming crispy bacon for his breakfast.”

Author’s End Note – And there’s the Arkenstone dealt with, one promise kept! More chapters to come today, I promise. Please let me know what you thought of this, and thank you for reading! ~ Laran
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