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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 – So here’s the second chapter of the three chapter update today. I hope everyone enjoys it since I’m having a blast writing this one. Thank you to everyone who has spent time to read and review. You guys are the best readers a writer could ever have!

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

Chapter Thirty-Two – Preparations

By the time the small campsite had been set up, Thorin had discussed the treaty with the ravens and had sent off three messages. One had gone to Dain, informing him of their success and asking for aid regarding supplies and manpower. The second had gone to Thranduil, reporting the demise of the dragon and thanking him once again for the arrow that he had given to Kili. The third had been sent to Ered Luin as Dis would be anxiously awaiting news.

Adamanta’s injury had been cleaned, sutured, and bandaged properly. She’d not been allowed to do anything but stay on her bedroll for the rest of the day, and she wasn’t ashamed to admit that she’d napped through part of it. The exhaustion eased by the next day, and the hobbit made sure to help wherever she could.

The next few days saw the company laboring over chores that needed to be done immediately so that the mountain would remain safe as well as having room for the dwarves that would be coming soon. There was a lot to be done, and the group had divided up so they could accomplish things a bit more quickly than if they’d stayed together.

Some of the dwarves were working on the main gates of Erebor while the rest of the company spent their time exploring the habitation areas, looking to make sure they could house the dwarves that would be coming with Dain. Ori took notes of the discussions, and Adamanta just felt her heart break with each skeleton they found. After the third family found locked in their quarters, the hobbit burst into tears and had to be guided back to the campsite by both Kili and Oin.

They were rather unused to this amount of emotion being shown by the young woman and after examining her, the healer pronounced her to be overtired. He ordered Kili to take her out to the gate so she could get some fresh air and sunshine, and he also informed the archer to make sure she spent at least an hour or longer outside each day in hopes this would help refresh her.

After making sure she was warmly bundled up, Kili took his wife out to the gate and wrapped her in his arms as she turned her face up to the sunlight. She was quiet for several minutes, absorbing the warm light and enjoying the time with her husband.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“Don’t be,” he reassured her. “I know Erebor is happy to have Her people back, but it hurts to be in there and see how many were unable to escape. I have no idea how uncle is keeping control over it because I know he’s hurting just as badly as we are.”

“He needs to stop the exploration of the living quarters for now,” Adamanta told him. “Otherwise, he’ll lose hope before life has a chance to return to his mountain.”

“I’ll talk to Fili and Balin about it,” the archer promised, knowing his wife was right. “I’m sure there are other things he can do so he doesn’t have to see all of that right now.”

The couple drifted into silence, simply enjoying the cool air and sunlight. They stayed that way for a while before the sound of hoof beats drew them from their silent embrace, and both spotted a delegation of people on horseback.

“Gandalf is with them,” she murmured quietly, recognizing one of the figures approaching. “Do you want to get Uncle Thorin while I go and greet our guests?”

Kili agreed and she headed down a flight of stairs, calling out to the dwarves working on the gates to open them. They heeded her call, not questioning her, and within a few moments, the party entered the mountain.

Gandalf was the first to dismount, smiling when he spotted the members of the company watching them, and his smile widened when his eyes fell upon the hobbit.

Adamanta moved forward, sinking into a graceful curtsy while greeting the arrivals.

“Welcome to Erebor,” she said, smiling gently as she recognized two of the members in the party. Elrond had accompanied Gandalf, and the others were wearing the livery of the elven lord.

“Thank you, Lady Adamanta,” the wizard replied, giving a courtly bow alongside of Elrond. “Would the king happen to be available? We have urgent news to discuss.”

“Kili went to get him as soon as we spotted your party,” she told them, turning when she heard boots ringing against the stone.

“Your Majesty,” Elrond called out, giving a small bow as he did so. “Congratulations on your success in reclaiming your home.”

“Thank you; it is good to be home. Lord Elrond, Tharkûn, you are welcome to Erebor,” Thorin called out in response, approaching the group. “Everything is in disarray at the moment, but you are most welcome. What brings you here,” he asked, guiding them to where the company had been resting each evening. At the moment, this was the only habitable room in the mountain.

“I’m afraid we have grave news,” Gandalf told him.

The group entered the room, and Adamanta slipped off her cloak and rested it on her pack. She stood near her husband, waiting as everyone took a seat on the few pieces of furniture that had managed to survive and remained sturdy.

“What news do you bring,” the king asked, concerned at the expressions on the wizard and elf lord’s faces.

“Azog and his son have amassed an army and are marching on Erebor,” Elrond informed him. “Somehow, he has been marching them through both day and night and if they continue at this pace, they will be at your gates in three days.”

“Dain sent word that he will be arriving tomorrow evening,” Thorin murmured, shaking his head as he forced his mind to go from restoring his mountain to defending it.

“I have a small force with me,” the lord of Imladris told the king. “They will be marching with Thranduil’s forces tomorrow morning and will aid in defending your home.”

“I am grateful for your aid. Ori,” the monarch called. “Do you have any maps with you?”

The scribe nodded, bringing the ones he’d brought with him during their travels and spread them out on the ground. The two lords and wizard knelt on the floor and leaned over as Gandalf pointed out where the army of orcs were and where they potentially would arrive.

“That puts Lake Town directly in their path,” the dwarven king commented, frowning as he did so.

“There are able bodied men who can fight,” Gandalf replied. “However, the ones who cannot will be at risk.”

“Women, children, the elderly, and the infirm,” Thorin murmured, looking to Balin and Dwalin. “Those are the favorites of the orcs to play with.”

The king got up, pacing while he worked on a solution. Finally, he turned to his advisor and gave the orders that would mean safety for the innocent people who couldn’t protect themselves.

“Will you and Gandalf go to Lake Town and find the one called Bard? Tell him of the happenings and what is going to be converging on their home soon. Inform him that any able bodied man who wishes to fight may join forces with Thranduil when he and Lord Elrond’s forces march past the lake. Also tell him that anyone who cannot fight – women, children, elderly, and the infirm are welcome to take sanctuary within the walls of Erebor. Dori just reported that the gates are repaired, and they will protect the innocent while we drive the orcs out of our territories. Be certain to inform them that they need to bring as much food, blankets, and medical supplies that they can carry. I do not have the resources to keep them warm and fed.”

“I’ll see it done,” Balin agreed, grabbing his cloak and turning to the wizard. “Are you ready?”

“As always, Master Balin,” the Istar informed him, hurrying out of the room with the advisor at his side.

Once they were gone, Thorin turned to Oin. There was a lot to do and very little time to get it done, and he just hoped that they would be able to be prepared before they ran out of time.

“I need you to open up the medical wing, take as many of the company as you need to get it ready for this battle. When the refugees arrive, we’ll send the volunteers to you to help you ready that area. It’ll be safer for the healers to work on the injured in the mountain instead of an encampment.”

Oin took most of the company with him, giving them orders as they hurried to where the medical wing had been before the dragon had attacked.

Thorin turned to face his niece, who stood watching him with calm eyes. He knew what he wanted to do concerning the hobbit, but he also knew she wouldn’t obey him.

“Even if I were to order it, you would still go into battle alongside Kili, would you not?”

“It’s where I belong,” she answered softly. “We are stronger together,” the hobbit reminded him, and the king sighed.

“Your skills are good, but this will be worse than you’ve ever seen, Adamanta. Your foot is still healing, and you shouldn’t be out there on it.”

“I know, Uncle Thorin, but I belong at his side and will do what I can to protect my family,” the hobbit said to him. “I won’t let anything stop me.”

“We will discuss this soon,” he told her, seeing her nod before he called for Dwalin and began reviewing the maps with the captain, Elrond, and his nephews.

Adamanta rubbed her face, lost in thought for several long moments before raiding Ori’s pack to pick up some paper, a quill, and ink and settled beside her husband to wait. Once there was a brief lull, she handed the items to the king and whispered that she’d gotten them so he could inform his cousin if he wanted to. Thorin gave her a grateful look, dashing off a quick note, and sent her to find a raven to send it off.

The hobbit did as she was bidden and watched as the bird flew off. She tilted her head up, murmuring a soft prayer to Mahal and Yavanna to protect her family during this difficult time. Adamanta couldn’t lose them, and her heart was full of love as she begged the two Valar for the safety of those she loved.

Author’s End Note – You just thought things were going to slow down, didn’t you? I’m evil sometimes, but it’s a blast. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter, and I hope you enjoyed it. ~ Laran
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