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 – A reviewer on fanfiction pointed out that today marks the first birthday for this story. I decided the best way to celebrate that is the way hobbits celebrate their special days and bring out a few chapters for everyone to enjoy!
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this story.
Chapter Thirty-seven – Waiting and Planning
When Adamanta walked into the healing ward, she realized it had quieted somewhat as the healers walked from bed to bed to check on their patients. Most of the injured were resting, possibly drugged so they could sleep without pain, and she was glad to know that everyone had been tended to. She nodded to the healers before heading to the private room where her husband, brother, and uncle lay.
Dwalin nodded at her, giving her a smile as she limped past his post by the door. She returned the smile, relieved to see him standing guard, then entered the room to find Thorin resting and Ori talking with his oldest brother. They quieted when the future princess walked in, and she turned to her future brother-in-law.
“How are they?”
“Thorin seems to be doing better. Bombur brought him some soup earlier, and he ate most of it before falling back asleep,” he told her. “Fili’s still out, but he’s reacting when he’s touched. Oin says that’s a good thing and may be a sign of his waking up sometime soon.”
“What did he say about Kili,” Adamanta asked, hopeful for good news.
“No improvement so far, and a fever has started too,” Ori told her quietly, watching as she paled and moved to the chair beside her husband’s bed.
The hobbit sank into the chair, reaching out to take her husband’s hand while she spoke to her friend.
“I was hoping for better news,” she admitted to him. “Lord Elrond offered to help with the wounded so let’s pray he can do something for everyone in here.”
The scribe nodded, settling himself to wait once again. Like Adamanta, he was hoping the lord of Rivendell could do something to aid the three sons of Durin.
Thranduil and Elrond made quick rounds around the infirmary, healing where they could before coming into the small chamber where the royal family was. The two men checked on the older two dwarves and then turned their full attention on Kili. Both elves were quiet for a moment before the dark haired elf called out in Sindarin, summoning several of the elvish healers into the room.
Elrond sent them running with a request for certain items, voice firm as he described what it was he wanted.
“Infection is setting in,” he told the occupants of the room, switching to Westron as he did so. “Orcs are not known to keep their weapons clean, and his wounds are deep.”
The elvish lord looked to Thranduil, who nodded and turned to Ori. Both lords wanted to ensure the young lady was out of the way for what needed to be done; stress was not a good thing for her at this point.
“Lady Adamanta needs to eat and rest,” the elvish king told the scribe. “She certainly should not be here for what will happen next.”
Ori nodded, wrapping an arm around the hobbit as she tried to object. Bifur stepped in as well, not wanting her to be here for this either. Their friend was already under a great deal of stress and seeing what the elves would have to do to help the prince would not be good for her.
Despite her protests, the two led her to the chambers where the company slept and found several of them there, talking while Bombur worked over several large pots. Everyone looked tired, if a little battered, but in good spirits despite their worries for the three injured company members.
Bofur looked up when they entered, then called to his brother to have a dish of food ladled up for their hobbit. The lass looked pale, and he realized it may have been a while since she’d last eaten. The company would have to ensure she was taking care of herself since she would most likely forget to do so due to her worries over her husband as well as taking on Thorin’s duties until he was able to get up from his sick bed.
She was gently manhandled to her bedroll and sat upon it, looking almost lost for several minutes before trying to object. The hobbit wasn’t happy to have been removed from her husband’s bedside and wanted to be there with him.
“I should be there,” she told Ori and Bifur, who shook their heads.
“No, you should not,” the guard told her. “What they have to do will require you to be absent; it is not something you should see. Now, you need to eat and rest.”
“I don’t want to be away from Kili,” she rebutted in Khuzdul.
“I know,” Ori soothed. “I promise to wake you as soon we know something, but you need to keep your strength going because there’s a lot you have to do until Thorin is well enough to take over the responsibilities of the kingdom. That means you have to eat and get some proper sleep.”
Bombur handed her a bowl and a spoon, giving her a gentle smile. She took it from him, slowly eating the stew he’d fixed.
“I got Nori’s instructions, and all the food for the company will come from here. We’re watching this room like a hawk,” he said. “Good thinking on your part to have us watch for that.”
“Nothing gets by you when it comes to people trying to sabotage your cooking,” the young woman answered softly. “You’re the one I can trust to make sure our loved ones stay healthy.”
“Damn right on that,” Bofur said cheerfully. “Now, you eat that and get some sleep. We’ll watch over you and make sure no one wakes you unless it’s important.”
Unable to continue arguing, she ate as much of the hot soup as she could before setting the dish aside. The pain in her arm and foot was throbbing badly and knowing what she did, she did not dare to ask for anything for it because she didn’t want to cause harm.
Despite the pain, Adamanta drifted off to sleep and managed to rest for several hours before she woke, breathing hard after the nightmare woke her. She shivered, shaking her head as she noticed more of the company was in the room with her. Dwalin and Dori were not there, but she knew where the pair were and was grateful for it.
Gloin noticed she was awake and brought her some water, taking a seat next to her bedroll while she drank from the water skin.
“Gandalf and Balin filled us in on what happened in the council chambers,” he said. “You impressed both of them mightily, Adamanta. Thorin will be proud when he hears of it.”
“I just did what was right,” she murmured between sips. “I don’t like Lord Dain’s advisors at all; something about them just doesn’t sit well with me.”
“With any of us,” he replied, shaking his head. “Mali, Udar, and Satri are very sneaky individuals that look for their own gain before the needs of the people under Dain’s care.”
“Another reason I’m having them watched,” she whispered, showing her dislike for the dwarf lord’s advisors. “What else has been happening?”
“Those of us not injured have been seeing to the dead outside,” he replied grimly. “It will be disgusting out there for a few days until the pyres have finished burning. Dain will be conducting the ceremony to allow the bodies and souls of his men to return to the stone. I’m not sure what the men and elves will do.”
“Will I be expected to represent Erebor for the ceremony for Lord Dain’s men?”
“Not certain,” the red haired dwarf told her. “I’ll check with Balin and see what he suggests. Lord Bard said that he’s got quite a few volunteers to help with the cleaning up.”
“I hate to push more responsibility onto Balin, but this is where I’m at a loss. The two major things I can think of are to get the dragon carcass out of the main forge before it begins to rot and to get better living quarters cleaned out. If everyone stays this cramped, we’re going to have fighting break out and that’s the last thing we need.”
“That’s my thought too,” Gloin admitted. “I’ll ask Balin about that and then see about dividing the volunteers into work parties. I’ll help him keep it organized so he won’t have to handle it all on his own.”
“I need to talk to King Thranduil about potential foraging areas,” she murmured. “We won’t have enough food to last the winter with this many mouths to feed, and it’s possible that the caravans won’t arrive until spring.”
“Next time I see Ori, I’ll have him come to you to send a missive to Dis to see where she is on that,” he suggested.
Adamanta was quiet for several long moments, thinking hard on what needed to be done. Her thoughts were racing, and it was difficult to calm them down so she could focus on one issue at a time.
“When you speak to Balin about the work parties, have the ones who know the lake and can fish go and do what they can to bring back enough fish to cure for the winter,” she said to him. “We’ll be heartily sick of it by spring, but at least our bellies won’t be too empty.”
“Bombur has been going over the supplies Dain brought with him for the mountain,” he added. “I’m not sure if he’s planning on staying until winter is over or if he means to return home before the first snow falls.”
“I’ll meet with both of them to see where we are with supplies and to determine how many extra mouths we have to feed through the winter,” she commented, rubbing her forehead.
“We’ll manage,” the red haired dwarf soothed, looking up when Ori approached them.
“Thorin’s awake and is asking to see you,” he told Adamanta, watching as she rose to her feet and straightened her appearance.
“Has there been any news about Kili,” she asked as they started towards the healing ward, Bifur and Gloin following behind.
“Nothing yet,” he replied. “King Thranduil said it would take time, and Lord Elrond has not left his side yet. Fili is now in a normal sleep,” he added. “I don’t know what they did, but he’s improving.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” she told him, worry twisting her heart. Everyone seemed to be getting better, but she was focused on her husband and hoped he would start improving soon.
Author’s End Note - Thank you to everyone who has read and enjoyed. Hold on because there will be another chapter up shortly! ~ Laran
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