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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 – Action scenes are not my strong point so I hope I do well with this. Unfortunately, I couldn’t avoid it but Tisha seems to think I did well with it so here’s hoping. Thank you to all of the wonderful people who left a review. You guys touched my heart!

This chapter is for tleia in hopes this continues to provide the escape she needs. My thoughts are with you and your heart sister.

Warnings – Battle scene, gore, and death

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

Chapter Thirty-Four – The Battle of Five Armies

Before dawn, all of the forces that had allied together to protect the people in this area were assembled within their appointed places. With the exception of Thorin, Dwalin, and Balin, the company had been placed in the middle of Dain’s forces. Both nephews had not been pleased with their placement, but Adamanta and Ori had understood the king’s decision and were grateful for it. The heirs to the throne of Erebor could not be at the front lines, and this was Thorin’s attempt to keep them protected outside of locking them deep inside the mountain. The company would keep the two princes and their Ones as safe as they possibly could, and the presence of the dwarrow around them reassured the lass a great deal.

“All right, Adamanta?”

“I feel like throwing up,” she answered her brother-in-law shakily, looking a tad bit green as she did so.

“It’s normal,” he said, hoping to soothe her fear and nervousness. “Just stay alert and don’t take any stupid risks.”

“That goes double for you and Kili,” she told him, making the two siblings laugh grimly.

“We’ll do our best,” Fili replied, clapping his brother on the shoulder before taking a grim expression. “They’re here.”

Adamanta murmured one more prayer to the Valar before drawing Sting and Biter, the dagger she had been given during her marriage rites. She spun the blades once, then settled them firmly in her hands and waited.

It was too quiet at first, and the orcs shouted a challenge that was returned by a loud bellow from the assembled forces. It seemed that was the signal to allow chaos to run full force, and the armies collided against each other with a horrendous shriek of noise that would haunt the hobbit for the rest of her life.

It was a cacophony of sound that frightened her but also forced her determination to rise. She could hear the screams of orcs, humans, dwarves, and elves as they fought and were wounded. The sound of weapons crashing together, wargs growling and screaming, and the sound of the twanging of bows as arrows were released onto the advancing horde made for a bone chilling combination.

Adamanta heard her own battle cry as an orc tried to rush her husband in an attempt to halt the arrows he was unleashing with devastating effect. Her body moved as it was trained to do, blocking the downward strike of the sword and slashing her opponent across the belly. Once it dropped, she finished it off and began the process over again. Due to the rush of adrenalin and her emotions, the hobbit couldn’t feel the wound on her foot as she continued to fight with every bit of strength she had to give.

By unspoken agreement, the company moved together, fighting their way to their king. Not that they didn’t trust Dain’s men to protect the monarch and knew Balin and Dwalin would keep Thorin safe, but they wanted to be a part of the group that defended him. They had come too far and gone through too much to let him fight without his friends with him.

Adamanta ducked under a warg that tried to sneak up on Ori and Fili, Sting moving upwards to slice through the animal’s throat easily. She was distantly aware of the blood soaking her, but it didn’t faze her as she moved out of reach of Fili’s swords when they engaged the rider.

Body after body fell, and she was dimly aware of the company being separated by the onslaught of orcs that tried to destroy the united forces. She and Ori managed to stay with their loved ones; the four fought in tandem with each other, determined to reach the king as well as protect each other at the same time.

There was a shout of rage heard from a throat that was decidedly orcish in nature, briefly drawing their attention to the direction it had come from, and they could see Thorin engaged against Azog. From her vantage point, she could see that her uncle was maintaining his calm as he fought against the pale orc and was glad he was remembering their conversation.

The hobbit didn’t have time to think on it and was pleased when the king dealt a devastating wound to his foe, and Kili let forth his last arrow to strike Azog, ending the horrid creature’s threat to the line of Durin. The archer slung his bow, drawing his sword as he and the others rushed to support their king as another orc, pale as the first but younger, attacked him from behind.

Thorin heard Adamanta’s scream of warning, turning to deflect the blow. The weapon struck the King Under the Mountain, and the company could hear ribs break even with the noise of the battlefield. The armor and the deflection had kept it from being fatal, but Thorin dropped and gasped for air.

Both Kili and Fili launched themselves at Bolg, and Adamanta and Ori worked to defend their Ones from those wanting to prove themselves against the heirs to the throne of Erebor or attempt to end the life of the dwarven king. She hamstrung one orc while Ori crashed the war hammer against its chest. He blocked another blow aimed at the hobbit’s head, and she drove Biter into its groin and pulled upwards and across, gutting it before spinning to protect Kili when a warg tried to attack.

The scribe and Adamanta worked nearly seamlessly together, and both were attacked by a small group of orcs trying to destroy the two defenders that were keeping the princes and king safe as they focused on their uncle’s attacker. Determination fueled them, strengthening their desire to end the fighting, when they heard Fili’s voice scream his brother’s name and her heart nearly stopped at the sound of grief and shock in his tone.

The hobbit finished off the orc she’d been fighting and turned to find Fili blocking the killing strike from landing on his brother. One of the blades he was wielding broke, weakening the blow that hit him on the head and dropped him.

With desperate battle cries, Ori launched himself at the warg that clamped its jaws around the unconscious blond dwarf and smashed the hammer across the skull to daze it. The animal dropped Fili focusing on the enraged scribe standing in front of it.

While this was going on, Adamanta placed herself between Bolg and her family. Even coated with blood as they were, her blades flashed in the sunlight as she forced the orc to pay attention to her. She utilized every ounce of training from her mother, Dwalin, and Fili as she focused her attacks on her opponent.

The orc was surprised by the sheer ferocity and determination of the tiny creature, and he struck out with all of his strength. He could hear a bone break when she blocked with the larger sword before she disappeared on him. The leader of the orc army collapsed with a roar when a sharp blade slashed across his back, severing his spine as the metal dug into his flesh easily.

Once he was on his knees, the hobbit didn’t think twice and brought Sting down on the orc’s neck. His head went rolling before the body completely collapsed. She didn’t feel the broken arm or any of the minor wounds she had taken. The lass had no idea that the stitches in her foot had torn, not feeling that wound either. All she could think about was protecting her husband, brother, and uncle until help came or the enemy disappeared.

When Bolg was killed by the tiny woman, the orc army broke rank and began to flee, hunted down by the approaching eagles, Beorn, and the rest of the assembled forces. Very few escaped the keen warriors and while they mopped up, the rest of the armies began looking for their wounded to bring them inside to where the healers were waiting.

Gandalf did a quick head count, realizing that some of the members of their company were missing. Bofur shook his head, telling him they’d gotten separated from the princes and their Ones, and the group hurriedly began looking for them and their king.

What they found both horrified and made them proud. Both the hobbit and scribe were standing in a ring of fallen foes that numbered well over twenty, and Dwalin could tell that both of them had been the ones to bring the orcs and wargs down.

Ori was standing next to his One, focused entirely on his protection, and it took both of his brothers to talk him down so they could get Fili to the healers. He slowly came out of battle fever, allowing Nori to take his weapon while Dori picked the prince up and hurried back towards Erebor. The scribe stayed close to his brothers, not wanting to be separated from his beloved.

Adamanta was completely unrecognizable. She was coated in blood and gore from head to toe and judging from the colors on her, some of it was probably hers. The hobbit was in between her husband and the king, blades held at the ready. Balin winced, realizing that her dominant arm was broken and that she wasn’t aware of the pain yet. His keen eyes also spotted the blood she was standing in and realized that she’d torn the sutures Oin had placed days ago. She wasn’t in the best shape but wasn’t flagging, staying vigilant in order to keep her loved ones protected.

Bifur, recognizing the battle fever she was locked into, handed his cousin his weapon before heading towards the filthy hobbit. He stayed in her line of sight, hands where she could see them and know he wasn’t a threat to her charges.

“Lady Adamanta, the enemy is defeated and none remain to challenge the safety of your loved ones. Please, it is time to get Kili and Thorin to the healers,” he said and continued to repeat himself until she snapped herself out of it.

“Oh merciful Valar,” she gasped, coming out of the state she had been in.

Adamanta did not protest when the dwarf took her weapons from her, cleaning them quickly before sheathing them. His arm was gentle as it settled along her back as he picked her up and headed towards the mountain while the rest of the company followed with both prince and king in their arms. The dwarf could feel her body shaking as the strength that came with the battle fever began to fade and knew she needed to rest.

Gandalf said nothing as they entered the healing ward, simply going to check on the princes and king first to determine how serious the injuries were. While he was proud of his little friend, he was worried what the consequences of today would be for the hobbit who had been his ward.

A female healer blinked when she took in the state of the hobbit the dwarf presented her with and shook her head, calling for the woman who had spoken to Adamanta the day prior.

“Take her to the bathing rooms and get her cleaned up,” she ordered. “I can’t do anything for her in this state.”

The human nodded, heading to the small lady, and looked towards the fearsome dwarf that was next to her.

“She’ll need something clean to change into,” she told the dwarf. “Does she have a change of clothing somewhere?”

Bifur nodded, then pointed to the bathing chamber that was attached to the healing ward.

“Get it and bring it to the chamber,” she instructed, understanding what he was trying to tell her. “I’ll take it from you once you knock on the door.”

The dwarf nodded, hurrying to find Adamanta’s pack. He picked it up and jogged back to the healing ward, tapping on the door to where the women were.

The human took the pack and disappeared again, focused on tending to her charge.

For once, Adamanta allowed someone else to clean her up, washing her hair until it was clean of the blood that matted the heavy curls. The only thing she managed to do, once her hair was mostly dried, was to redo her familial and marital braids. It was slow going due to the broken arm, but she forced herself to do so. She allowed the woman to braid the remaining hair, letting her other two braids flow freely over her shoulders.

The hobbit slowly dressed, donning the undergarments, chemise, and petticoats before slipping into the blue skirt that was very close to the blue her husband, uncle, and brother in law favored. She pulled the mithril shirt, which had miraculously stayed clean, over the chemise and belted it at her waist with the leather belt that held both Sting’s sheath and Biter’s.

Once cleaned and dressed, she left the disgusting outfit she had worn to be hauled off and burned along with the other unsalvageable fabric that had been used to tend to the wounded.

Bifur reclaimed her pack when she emerged and both he and the human woman guided her to the elvish healer that had sent her to get cleaned up. They were patient while she limped slowly to the area the healer had claimed as her own to work in.

Adamanta was silent through the exam, saying nothing as the few cuts she had were treated with salve and bandaged to be kept clean. The process of cleaning out the wound on her foot and stitching it again was painful, but the lass didn’t make a sound. After placing heavy bandages on the foot, the elvish woman focused her attention on the broken limb. The hobbit’s arm was set, splinted, and wrapped before the healer allowed her to go check on her loved ones.

She found Oin, who gave her a quick visual inspection before shaking his head. He was grateful she had no other serious injuries. The old dwarf handed her a walking stick so she could keep most of the weight off of her foot.

“You be careful with that arm, lassie. Now, I imagine you’re here for news on Thorin, Fili, and Kili?”

“Yes please,” she said, breaking her silence while leaning on the walking stick Oin had given her.

“Thorin has broken ribs, though his armor bore the brunt of most of that attack,” he told her. “He’ll be flat on his back until they heal, and he has a mild concussion. He’ll probably wake soon enough. Fili took a hit to the head so we’ll have to wait for when he wakes to see if it damaged anything. The armor he was wearing cushioned the bite from the warg. He’ll have deep bruising for a while and will need to move slowly until it heals.”

“Kili,” she asked, cradling her hurting arm across her stomach as she did so.

“Kili was damned lucky in one respect,” Oin reported, knowing the news would devastate the prince’s wife. “The blade hit the armor at its weakest point, ran him through. It missed his spine and vital organs, which is good, but he’s lost a lot of blood. Add to that, he took a serious wound to his leg.”

“Will he be all right,” the hobbit questioned, voice somehow remaining steady despite the rush of terror that filled her at the news.

“I’ll be honest, lass, I don’t know. Between the blood loss and shock, it’s going to be touch and go for a while. I am hoping that he doesn’t develop an infection because that will complicate things immensely considering his weakened state.”

“Where are they now,” Adamanta asked, wanting to be with them.

“We have them in a small room connected to the ward,” he said, guiding her to the room where the three Durins lay.

She spotted Ori sitting beside Fili’s bed, holding onto the blond dwarf’s hand. Adamanta gave him a nod, pulling a chair out between Kili’s bed and Thorin’s. Someone had placed her husband between his brother and uncle’s beds as if knowing having them nearby would ease him.

The hobbit took a seat, holding her dwarf’s hand with her uninjured one, and set herself to wait. Prayers for the injured filled her heart, hoping the Valar would ensure her loved ones would survive.

Author’s End Note – Oh thank goodness that’s over and done with. This chapter was a major bugger-bear to write, and it took me a while to get it right. I hope I did it justice. Thank you to everyone who has read this, and please let me know what you thought of it! See you next chapter! ~ Laran
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