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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 – Here’s the last chapter for the day. Thank you to Tisha for beta reading the chapters I posted; I really appreciate your help. Also, thank you for everyone who has read my story and encouraged me. You guys are awesome. Enjoy the chapter!

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

Chapter Thirty-three – Ensuring Their Safety

Thorin pulled each member of the company aside, giving them armor that would ensure their protection. He and Dwalin had gone through various rooms to pull together solid equipment so their comrades would be safe on the battlefield. When he came to the hobbit, he sighed as he met her determined eyes.

“I truly wish you would stay inside the mountain,” he told her, smiling sadly when she shook her head in refusal of his words. “Most of the armor here is meant for dwarves and would weigh you down, but I will not send you into battle without protection.”

The king handed her a long shirt formed of chain mail, and it was gorgeous. She lifted it easily, looking back at Thorin when he continued speaking.

“Mithril, hard as dragon scales but light as a feather. This will keep you safe,” he promised. “I want all of you to fight well but ensure to protect each other.”

The dwarves thanked him for adding to their equipment, hurrying onto the duties, and Adamanta approached her uncle.

“Uncle Thorin, I need you to promise me something,” she said to him, giving voice to something that had been troubling her since the news of the approaching army had arrived.

“What is it,” he asked, voice gentle when he noticed the worry on her face.

“I know of the feud between Azog and the line of Durin, and I beg you to not lose yourself to the anger you hold towards him. Your nephews and I, as well as the whole mountain, need you. Don’t risk your life unnecessarily.”

“I won’t let my desire for revenge blind me to my duties,” the king assured her, giving her a gentle hug. “Now, the refugees from Lake Town will be here soon. Go put on the shirt and meet me in the entry way. I’d rather have you speak to them,” he told her.

“Are you certain?”

“I am,” he replied. “Greeting of refugees and organizing them usually falls under the duties of the queen or consort. At the moment, you’re the only one that fits that role.”

“Oh isn’t that just lovely,” the hobbit muttered, going to change. Her exit was accompanied by the laughter of the king.

Adamanta had changed into the mail shirt, donning it beneath her clothing, and did a quick check in with Oin to discuss something before the company met in the entry way as the group from Lake Town poured into the mountain.

“If I’m not mistaken,” she overheard Fili murmur to his brother. “I see several able bodied men in this crowd.”

“One is probably the Master,” Kili returned, sounding very displeased. “Good thing Uncle Thorin had the treasury locked. If he’s as bad as I’ve heard, the man would spend his time robbing us instead of helping his people.”

The hobbit knew dwarven locks were basically impervious to most thieves, and she was relieved to know they wouldn’t have to watch their backs during this battle. When she spotted the nod from Thorin, the lass carefully climbed onto the small platform that had been assembled for this purpose.

“People of Lake Town,” she called out, repeating herself one more time before giving Dwalin a look asking for his help. The dwarf shouted, making himself heard over the ruckus and gesturing towards the young woman once all eyes turned towards the tattooed warrior. The crowd quieted, turning and staring at the hobbit.

“People of Lake Town,” Adamanta began again, hiding her anxiety at having to speak in public like this. “Welcome to Erebor. You will be safe here while the fighting goes on outside of these walls. The rules are fairly simple and are here for your safety. Erebor has taken damage over the years when Smaug lived here, and there are many areas that we must ask you to avoid until the engineers arrive to determine what can be repaired or what needs to be torn down and rebuilt. We have no desire to see anyone hurt so please remain in the areas that are marked as safe.

“If you are asked to leave the area and go to another, be advised you will be taken to another safe location deeper in the mountain. Please follow the directions of the dwarves or elves who instruct you to take a certain action.

“I am also putting out a call for volunteers. We are cleaning out our medical area and do not have enough people to help finish getting it prepared. This location will be needed for our wounded as it will bring them into a safe place so they can be tended to. Those who are also willing may work with the healers to help with the wounded – be it an extra set of hands to help the healers or running errands for supplies.

“I was also informed that we will need assistance with cooking so that all of the troops under our allied banners can be fed.”

An older woman stepped up, looking at the hobbit with a shrewd gaze. Adamanta met her gaze calmly, waiting to see what she wanted.

“Erebor opened her doors to us, and we’ll do right by those who offered us shelter. Who do we report to?”

“For those willing to assist the healers, report to Oin please,” she said, gesturing to where the dwarf was waiting with elves behind him. “For those who would rather help with cooking, please report to Bombur.”

Again, the hobbit made a gesture to where Bombur was standing and she turned back to the crowd.

“I thank you for your cooperation. If the rest of you will follow me, I shall show you to the chambers where you will stay for the duration of the time you are with us.”

Accompanied by her self-appointed guard, Adamanta got down off of the platform and began heading to the large chamber that had been hastily cleaned for the refugees. It would be rough for them, but at least the group had shelter and safety for the time being.

“You mean for us to stay here,” a man asked, looking down at the young woman.

The hobbit heard Bifur bristle at the tone and shook her head, silently telling him to stand down. She could handle this little problem.

“We have only recently reclaimed our home and have yet to repair or replace that which was destroyed by time or the dragon. This chamber has been inspected and found to be sound as are the necessary facilities attached to them. Lord Balin reminded you to bring the necessary items for warmth as our own supplies are limited. Now, if you excuse me, there is much more to be done.”

She turned, heading out of the area and back towards where the company was. She knew Thorin and his nephews would be meeting with Dain and the other leaders of the forces that were assembling outside of Erebor to discuss battle plans for the attack they were anticipating in the morning, and the hobbit was trying to keep her fear under control by staying busy.

After doing a quick to check to see how preparations were going and speaking with Oin and Bombur, the young woman headed to the gate and leaned against the wall that overlooked the clearing in front of the mountain. She could see the banners for Elrond, Thranduil, and Dain flying over specific areas. The banner she had found for Thorin and repaired the night before as a gift for her uncle was flying over the gate in a blatant announcement that the dwarrow of Durin’s Folk had returned home.

“I have to wonder how many we will lose when the orcs attack,” she murmured to her guard in Khuzdul.

Bifur shook his head, answering her. She was getting better at speaking their language, picking it up swiftly, and had a basic understanding each time he replied.

“I do not know, my lady,” he replied. “If the pale orc does not allow his troops to rest, that is better for us. He cares only for revenge and not for the safety of those he commands. Tired orcs are easier to kill.”

“It doesn’t seem right that this should happen after everything we have gone through to reclaim Erebor and heal Her. We should be making everything ready for the arrival of the caravans, not devising battle plans.”

“Sometimes, we do not understand the will of the Valar,” he told her. “We just have to keep our faith in them and in ourselves.”

“Between you and me, Bifur, I am worried for those I care about. All of you have become my family and the thought of losing any of you hurts so very much,” she whispered to him.

“As you are family to us,” the dwarf assured her. “The best thing you can do is stay with those you are assigned to cover and do your best.”

Adamanta had been assigned to fight with Kili, Fili, and Ori as all four of them had practiced during their journey. She and Kili fought incredibly well together, and they blended well with the other couple. Dwalin had pulled her and Ori aside, asking them to be careful but to keep an eye on their partners because he knew they would keep their focus on their uncle as well as their partners. She and the scribe had agreed to do their best, and the worry on the captain’s face had eased.

“I will,” she said softly, watching the camps as she did so. “Gandalf said he was sending for help; I hope they arrive soon.”

“As do I,” Bifur admitted, then fell silent as the hobbit continued to watch the scenery in front of the gates of their home.

When they caught sight of Thorin, Dwalin, Fili, and Kili returning to the mountain, the pair headed down from the gate to greet them.

“Adamanta,” Thorin called out as Kili wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist. “You did well today with the greeting. Everything go all right after we left?”

“Only one complaint that I know of so far,” she answered, leaning into her husband. “The last I heard, the volunteers are working hard and fairly good progress is being made. Oin told me earlier he was pleased with the number of helpers he would have tomorrow. Most have had training of some kind so the healers will have good quality aid tomorrow.”

“I am glad to hear it,” the king told her.

“Bombur is working on a meal for the company to share tonight,” Adamanta informed him. “Our chamber is empty, and he said he’d be waiting for us when you returned.”

The group went to rejoin the rest of the company and though the approaching battle cast a shadow over them, they laughed and enjoyed the meal. The hobbit did note that no ale or any other type of alcohol had been served. Everyone was drinking water or tea, and she approved of it.

“We’re assembling before dawn,” Thorin advised them once the meal had been enjoyed. “Some of the elves will take position on the gates to provide covering fire. I am honored to have had each of you in this company and will be even more so to fight alongside you tomorrow. Relax, spend time together, and try to get some rest,” he told them, watching the group with worried eyes and sighed softly when Kili drew Adamanta away from the fire.

The hobbit followed her husband away from the chamber, saying nothing as they entered an empty room and he closed the door to give them privacy.

“In many ways, my thoughts echo Uncle Thorin’s regarding tomorrow. I don’t want you out on the battlefield.”

“Kili please,” she said softly, reaching up to grasp his tunic. “I can’t abide the thought of remaining within the mountain, knowing I should be out there to fight alongside you. I would find a way to join you out there.”

“That’s why I have not asked uncle to order you to remain,” he admitted, leaning his forehead against hers. “This way I am there to protect you during the battle as you do the same for me. I cannot do so if you are not where I can see you.”

Adamanta slid her fingers into his hair, looking up at him. The loving look in his eyes warmed the chill that was trying to settle around her heart.

“I’m frightened,” she confessed, feeling his arms tighten around her.

“I am too,” her husband confided in a soft voice. “I’m frightened for what may happen to you, to Fili, Ori, or Uncle Thorin. The idea of losing any of you is like a knife to my heart.”

“As it is to mine,” she whispered in return. Her eyes met his once again, seeing every emotion he was feeling in the dark brown eyes. “Kili?”

“Yes, love,” he asked, cradling her close.

“Would you…” Her voice trailed off, throat tightening for a long moment before drawing his head down to kiss him, allowing herself to take the initiative to deepen it to a more intimate level. Her tongue sought his, gently stroking as she reacquainted herself with his taste. It had been a long while since they had last been intimate, and she found herself needing this.

The kiss soon ended, and both were panting slightly.

“I want to feel you again,” the hobbit confessed. “I need you as close as possible, my Kili.”

The archer gave a low groan, feeling his body reacting to her confession, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to deny her as he wanted to be with her before the nightmare that would fall tomorrow.

“We really don’t have time or privacy for something lengthy,” he admitted. “But I need you as much as you do me, and I would share myself with you before we need to rest.”

She pulled him down into a kiss again, moaning softly when he dominated her mouth with a hunger she could feel burning inside of her. The hobbit responded back when he made forays into her mouth, making him moan as well when her tongue played against his.

Kili frowned when he slid his hand around her waist to cup a breast, realizing the mithril was against her skin and might pinch if he teased her here, but he had an idea as to how to push her arousal harder and broke the kiss. Before she could complain, she felt him nibbling along her ear and her knees weakened.

A keen broke from her throat when his mouth closed around the tip of her ear, nipping and suckling gently at it. Adamanta tugged at his hair, pulling him close while ensuring it was done in the way that always aroused him.

He continued to torment her ears, and she made soft sounds of need as her body prepared itself for their joining. Heat was coiling low in her belly, tension building, and the hobbit felt herself become wetter a lot quicker than she had during prior encounters.

“Kili,” she gasped, trying to signal her need for him. The gasp turned into a deep moan when he pulled her skirts up and cupped her through her small clothes. Her knees were weakening, making it difficult to keep standing with the weight not completely on the injured foot.

The archer moaned himself, feeling how wet she was becoming, and whispered to her in a voice made harsh by passion.

“Take the small clothes off, love,” he rasped, fingers fumbling to undo his trousers.

With shaky hands, she managed to slide off the offending garments and gave another sound of pleasure when his hands slid up her thighs before lifting her off of her feet. Her skirts bunched up against their bellies as he pressed against her for a long moment before filling her with his cock.

Adamanta’s head fell back against the wall that he had her pushed up against as he began to move. Her legs tightened around him to keep him close, keening as he ground against the sensitive spot inside of her channel as well as the tender nub that rested within the folds of her womanhood.

Kili could only growl as her fingernails scraped against his scalp, goading him into picking up speed as she tightened around him. He knew he was in contact with the two areas that were the seat of her pleasure when joined together, and the archer ensured to continue to grind against her with each thrust.

“Kili,” she whispered, shaking in his arms as the tension coiled tighter and tighter.

He could feel his wife was approaching her climax due to the tightness that gripped him and cursed that he had limited self-control and time tonight because he wanted to make this time perfect for her. The dwarf could feel his own climax approaching and resolved to make this up to her once the danger was over.

Kili kissed her hard, groaning when she returned the kiss with equal fervor, and within moments, she screamed her pleasure against his mouth as her body contracted around his cock with powerful waves. He thrust several times into her before spilling himself inside of his wife’s body.

Adamanta’s head fell forward onto his shoulder, trembling as he and the wall held her up. She felt him place tender kisses along her neck, enjoying the afterglow together as they remained joined.

“My Kili,” she murmured, heart so very full of emotion right then.

“My Adamanta,” he returned, gently sliding out of her and helping her back onto her feet. He kept her steady until she regained her balance and then aided her in donning the small clothes as well as straightening up her appearance.

Once his own appearance was back to normal, they rejoined their companions and laid down on the bedroll. As normal, Kili laid on his back with her using him as a pillow. He simply held her, saying nothing, when he heard her whispering something in both her native language and Khuzdul, realizing she was offering a prayer for the protection of those she called her family.

In his own heart, the archer offered his own prayer, wanting his family to make it through this. He did not want his beloved wife or mother to have to mourn the losses of anyone they loved.

With that thought in mind, he fell asleep, holding onto his wife as she slowly joined him in repose.

Author’s End Note – Here is where I leave you for you now. I hope you enjoyed the chapters; please let me know what you thought of them! I have a yahoo group (see profile) and I’m now on tumbler and live journal under my penname so look me up! See everyone next time! ~ Laran
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