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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 today; I hope everyone has enjoyed the updates. Again, a huge thank you to Tisha for her hard work in beta reading these chapters for me.

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

Chapter Thirty-six – More Discussions

The group came back in when Lord Elrond informed them that the lady had summoned them, this time joined by a taller human and it seemed that his presence was considered objectionable to the Master of Lake Town. The obese man was protesting, arguing with the other human, and Adamanta broke into the conversation. Despite the good news she’d received, the lass was in no mood to tolerate the argument that was threatening to break out between the two humans. She wanted this over and done with so she could return to her husband’s side, and arguing meant delays. Delays were something she wouldn’t tolerate at all.

“Thank you for allowing the break, gentlemen,” she began, making sure she was comfortable so her wounds wouldn’t contribute to the bad mood that was sure to take over once the talks resumed.

“You are welcome, Lady Adamanta,” Dain replied. “Are you well?”

“I have not fully recovered my energy from the battle and was recently ill prior to reclaiming Erebor. I just suffered from a moment of fatigue and am fine now,” she answered, giving him a small smile. “Now, I will have Lord Balin schedule times for me to meet with Lord Elrond and King Thranduil regarding the trade agreements and treaties. I would like to have everything in place for my uncle to read over and approve before anything is signed.”

“As you wish, my lady,” Balin answered, hiding his worry as well as his pride in how the hobbit was doing so far.

“That brings us to two issues that coincide with each other,” the young woman began. Her eyes cut to the advisors, who looked rather angry. “Are any of you intending on remaining in Erebor once Lord Dain returns to the Iron Hills,” she asked flat out.

“Not unless we have reason to stay,” the smaller of the advisors answered.

“Then you should have no reason to challenge the king’s decision to provide shelter for the people of Lake Town,” she told them. “It was his idea and command that we provide a refuge for those who could not fight. They repaid us by volunteering to help out where they could. Until this point, King Thorin has been pleased with the results.”

“Humans have no place here,” the third dwarven advisor commented snidely. “Erebor is for dwarves alone.”

Adamanta leaned forward, voice going deadly cold while her familial braid swung forward to be seen by all. She knew what he meant and was rather angry with his words. This was her home now, and she’d worked with the others to get rid of the dragon as well as protect the mountain. This arrogant advisor would not be allowed to get away with such a comment.

“Who are you to challenge the king’s orders?”

“N..no one, my lady,” he stammered out, staring at her with frightened eyes.

“I am the wife of Prince Kili,” she said, voice still frigid. “I am his One and have been acknowledged as family by the King Under the Mountain. This mountain is my home so do not even begin to insinuate that I have no place here. If His Majesty wishes to allow the people of Lake Town to remain here, then I will obey his commands and see that his will is carried out. Do you understand?”

The pale advisor nodded, seething internally at the fear he’d felt when she’d addressed him in such a manner. None of Dain’s advisors were pleased and were fuming because the Lord of the Iron Hills had told them that he supported his younger cousin’s wife in her decisions thus far and was getting irritated with their behavior. They would have to tread carefully to see their plans to fruition.

“Now, I am aware that winter is fast approaching,” she said, turning her eyes to the new addition to the room. “I am also working under the assumption that you are Bard, the one I sent for?”

“Yes, my lady,” he answered, sounding a bit confused.

“I have a few questions I need answered, and I trust you to answer them honestly,” the hobbit woman said to him, watching him closely. “Will you do such a thing?”

“You can ask me,” the Master objected, then flinched when Adamanta gave him a cold look.

“When I have a question for you, believe me when I say that I will ask you. Now, Bard, I am aware that you know of the thoughts and moods of your fellow townspeople.”

“They talk to me about things,” the man answered, watching the hobbit closely.

“The royal family of Erebor is very aware of the debt the people of Dale are owed,” she said to them. “We are also aware they built Lake Town in hopes that being close to the water would protect them should Smaug attack again. Now, my first question to you is this – if another option was available to them, how many would request that Lake Town be rebuilt?”

“That would depend on who was earmarked to lead this new option, my lady,” the human answered. “My fellow townsfolk have become sickened by the Master’s abuse of our laws and overtaxing of our people. We are barely surviving and hunger is a constant threat to all of them, my lady. We would welcome a new option as long as the ruler was one who would be fair.”

Adamanta leaned forward, a gleam in her eyes as she did so. She was gladdened by the response to her first question, knowing that she may just be able to fulfil the elf king’s request to remove the Master of Lake Town from power sooner rather than later.

“And if I was to tell you that it is Erebor’s intent to rebuild the city of Dale and throw our support behind the heir of Girion?”

Both humans froze, staring at her and after several long moments, she continued. Out of the corner of her eye, the hobbit saw Gandalf’s look of pride and Thranduil’s nod of pleasure at her actions.

“King Thranduil was kind enough to give us some information regarding the issues the people of Lake Town were having. Needless to say, King Thorin was displeased by what he had heard. From his youth, he remembered Dale as a thriving city, full of happy people who were led by an honest man.

“That the descendants of the people of Dale are so oppressed angered him a great deal. It is his wish to aid in rebuilding the city and ensuring trade will flow between Erebor and Dale once again. What say you?”

The Master objected, voice raised as he rose to his feet. He was furious by the little female’s words and actions, not wanting to lose his position as the ruler of the people in Lake Town. The heavy human had everything the way he wanted it, and he was not going to let this little upstart destroy what he’d created.

“You have no right, halfling! I am the rightful ruler of these people, and I have the say as to which city is rebuilt.”

“Sit down,” Thranduil ordered, voice cold. “Sit down, and remain silent.”

“I do not take orders from elves or halflings,” he sneered, approaching Adamanta. “Lake Town will be rebuilt, and I shall have final say if Erebor trades there or not.”

“The King Under the Mountain has final say,” she reminded him. “The coin, materials, and laborers for the rebuilding will come from here, and we will not allow a greedy man to remain in charge over a city that will have such an impact on the people within the mountain.”

The Master growled, rushing to attack the hobbit, and Bifur immediately moved to defend her. Within a few moments, after the human drew a weapon and refused to back down, the dwarf had no choice but to kill him to protect his charge.

Adamanta paled slightly but kept her composure as she viewed the scene. Her voice remained steady, hiding the distress she was feeling. This was something she hadn’t thought would happen and was grateful to Bifur for protecting her.

“I had hoped he would stand down and accept the decisions made here,” she told the group.

“I feared he would not,” Thranduil assured her. “Men like him have no compassion in their hearts and seek only what is right for themselves. This is why I wanted him to be removed from power; his greed was not just destroying his city but also having an effect on my kingdom as well. He would do the same to Erebor.”

The hobbit drew in a bracing breath, turning her eyes to the remaining human. She hoped for a positive response to the question she had for Bard, knowing how essential this was for the humans, elves, and dwarves.

“What do you say, Bard, heir of Girion? Will you stand with us and allow us to help your people?”

“Dale will be rebuilt,” the human asked, watching her closely.

“Dale will rebuilt,” she answered. “We will have a new treaty and trade agreement ready by the time we break ground for it. In the meantime, we are willing to provide shelter for your people during the winter. All we ask is for help in regards to ensuring our mountain is safe and somewhat cleaned up before the caravans arrive. We will also work together to have enough food to last us until harvest.”

“I consider that a fair trade, my lady,” Bard told her, giving her a smile.

“Then the deal is struck, Lord Bard,” Adamanta told him. “Sometime soon, we will meet to negotiate the treaty and agreements.”

“Agreed,” he said, looking relieved to know that his people would be taken care of. The hobbit felt relief as well knowing that she’d managed to get things handled.

“Now, are there any other topics that require discussion,” she asked, watching the group.

“No, my lady but I would like to offer my assistance in the healing ward,” Elrond offered. “I have been informed that there is a large number of patients there.”

“Your assistance would be greatly appreciated, Lord Elrond,” Adamanta told him. “I shall escort you there myself. Since there are no other items of business to discuss, I will return to the healing ward to look in on my family. Lord Dain, Lord Bard, if you require anything, please find me or Lord Balin.”

Adamanta dismissed the group and headed towards the healing ward, her thoughts a mess. Elrond and Thranduil walked beside her, remaining silent to give her time to organize herself.

She had so much to share with Thorin and wondered when she should deliver her personal news. Part of her wanted to hold off until Kili woke, but she didn’t know if that was fair to the family or not. Her heart and mind were torn about this, and the hobbit was uncertain as to what to do.

Author’s End Note – I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and the other updates. Please let me know what you thought of them, and I shall see you again next update. ~ Laran
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