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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 Notes – Another chapter for this story’s birthday update! I hope you guys continue to enjoy the story; I am having a wonderful time sharing it with all of you.

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

Chapter Thirty-eight – Sharing News

Adamanta and her little entourage entered the room where the three members of the royal family lay. She sat down on the chair between Thorin’s and Kili’s beds, meeting her uncle’s eyes as she did so.

“Balin said the meeting went well,” he told her, breathing better than he had the last time she had spoken with him. It was good hearing full sentences from him again since she knew that had to have frustrated him.

“He said it did, but I think I managed to upset Lord Dain’s advisors by threatening them a time or two,” she admitted, then shared what had happened during the meeting. She also told him what she had discussed with Gloin, and the king gave a soft nod.

“You’ve done the right thing,” he reassured his niece. “Go ahead and continue with what you and Balin have planned regarding getting the clean-up process started, working on the food situation, as well as the treaties and agreements. I’ll read them when they’re done and sign them if I find them to suit the needs of both parties. I’ll send for my cousin to see what his plans are so you won’t have to handle that.”

“I’d appreciate it,” Adamanta replied, shifting to get more comfortable. “So long as you don’t overdo it.”

“I’m not allowed to,” Thorin said, shaking his head. “Somehow, Oin has gone from deaf to nearly perfect hearing. I move, and he’s in here checking on me.”

“You shouldn’t be moving,” she said sternly, making her uncle smile.

“I know and even with elvish healing, I will be bedridden for a while to come. They come in here, heal what they can, and then hurry off to tend to others,” he said to her, noting her gaze going to where his youngest nephew lay. “Have you heard anything?”

“Nothing since I was sent to eat and rest,” the hobbit admitted in a worried tone, looking back at the king. “All I know is that Lord Elrond rarely leaves his side.”

“It’s not looking good right now,” Thorin began, knowing the news would upset the young woman. “They’ve had to rinse the wounds out several times already before using their herbs on him. His fever has continued to rise.”

Adamanta looked pale as she met her uncle’s eyes, concern and fear written in the blue depths of the lass’s eyes. Before she could say anything, Thranduil came in and approached the King Under the Mountain.

“I know I am no expert in elvish medicine, but it seems I have been under magical healing a great deal lately,” he said as the elf laid hands on him and began focusing on healing the king.

“There is need for it,” the elvish king answered, focusing on his task. “Elrond and I have heard whispers of dissent from Dain’s advisors and while she does well, Lady Adamanta cannot be expected to run everything. She needs to ensure her own health.”

Thorin said nothing, just grimaced a bit as the ribs ached while being healed further by the blond haired elf. Once done, Thranduil looked at the hobbit with concern.

“Have you rested and eaten?”

“I have,” she assured him. “I will need some of your time soon, your majesty. Our supplies will not last the winter or into spring as we wait for harvest, and I’m hoping some of your people may know of areas that are safe to forage from that won’t hinder your winter supplies?”

“I will send a message to my people and have them begin to forage to help supplement your food stores,” he replied. “There are signs that this winter will be a difficult one so we will need to ensure the people under your care do not go hungry.”

“We’ll implement rationing if we need to, save for the children and expectant mothers,” she said, giving a quiet sigh. “Any help your people could give would be greatly appreciated.”

Thranduil nodded, giving her a tiny smile. It seemed that the choice he and the dwarf king had made was proving to be the correct one. Adamanta was the perfect person to work as an intermediary between Erebor and his kingdom, and it was encouraging to see the lass step into the role she had inherited by marrying a prince of the mountain.

“It shall be done,” he promised. “In the meantime, do not overdo it. I will return to look in on King Thorin and the others soon.”

“Thank you for helping them,” Adamanta said to him, sounding sincerely grateful.

“If he remains still and the healing continues to take well, we should have him back on his feet within a day or two,” he said, then departed to check on the other patients.

Once they were alone, Thorin turned his eyes towards his sister-son’s wife and eyed her for several long moments as he replayed the conversation in his mind. Something wasn’t right, and the dwarf wanted to know what was going on.

“Adamanta?”

“Yes, Uncle Thorin,” she asked in return, dreading what was coming next.

“Would you care to explain why Thranduil is so concerned about your health?”

The hobbit was quiet for a moment, heart aching because her husband was not awake for this conversation.

“I had a dizzy spell during the meeting,” she told the king. “King Thranduil steadied me before I could fall and realized something. I had the room cleared so my health could be checked, and Lord Elrond confirmed what he sensed.”

Adamanta drew in a deep breath, then shared her news. She hoped he’d be pleased and knew that he was the right person to first share the news with since Kili was not able to be the first to hear it.

“I’m with child,” she told him, watching as he processed the news for several seconds before his eyes lit up with joy.

“Truly?”

“He believes I am about three months along,” the hobbit answered. “Which means the preparations Master Oin took weren’t necessary because I was already carrying.”

“This is a blessing, Adamanta,” he said, mentally cursing that he couldn’t get up yet as he wanted to hug the lass. “You seem to have mixed feelings on this.”

“I wish I could have told Kili first,” Adamanta replied, brushing tears from her eyes. “There’s no telling when he’ll wake or how much of the pregnancy he’ll miss. I keep thinking about all of it and hoping he’ll wake up soon.”

“I know it’s difficult,” the dwarf soothed. “We’ll make sure you’re the one to tell him, Adamanta. I promise you that. In the meantime, I would like for you to be checked over by Lord Elrond. You were badly ill for the length of time we were in Mirkwood as well as being involved with the battle; I would like to be certain you and the babe are in good health.”

“I’ll see if he can make time for me,” she promised, knowing he was right to worry. “I know he’s been busy with Kili.”

“He has, and I am grateful to him and Thranduil for their aid,” he said to her. “Once I’m well, we’ll make the announcement to the mountain. I doubt you’ll be able to hide this for too long, and it’s better to give them something to celebrate.”

“The company should be told before the rest of the people,” Adamanta suggested. “They’re family and would be very unhappy with us if they didn’t know of this first.”

“We will tonight,” the king promised. “Now, until I am back on my feet again, I want you to ensure you rest, eat properly, and do not overdo it. Delegate if you have to; I’ll be assigning titles and duties as a reward to the company for what they have done, and they’ll be able to aid you.”

“I’m sure they’ll feel honored,” she replied softly, turning when there was a knock at the door.

“Enter,” he called out, watching as Ori entered the room with a letter in hand.

“A raven from Princess Dis arrived,” he said, handing the document to Thorin, who took it and after opening it, began reading.

“Well, it seems my sister had more faith in me than I thought,” he murmured. “Ori, gather the company. I’ve news to share.”

The scribe dashed off and after a short time, the entire company had assembled in the healing room. All of them were curious as to why their friend had summoned them, and they expressed their joy in seeing him much improved.

Thorin thanked them all and then looked to his friends, glad to see all of them were doing well.

“There’s a couple of things to we need to discuss. I should be on my feet in a few days thanks to Lord Elrond, King Thranduil, and the other elvish healers here. Once that happens, Adamanta will be taking on the duties held by the consort and I will be handling the rest of the duties she’s been taking care of. As a sign of my gratitude for joining my company and coming with me on this quest, I will be advancing each of you to noble status and giving you responsibilities that will suit your talents and desires for the future.”

Adamanta held her hand up to stop the loud babble that followed, and her voice was soft as she addressed them.

“I know you’re excited but please remember that there are still wounded who need the quiet,” she reminded them.

At the abrupt hush, Thorin chuckled softly, then winced when his ribs ached before speaking again.

“I just received word from Dis,” he told them. “Apparently, she decided that waiting until I sent word of our success was a foolish thing to do. She didn’t go into detail, but apparently two more mines stopped producing. The remaining ones showed signs of not lasting longer than a few weeks so she had to decide what to do because the income was drying out. So she had the entire community pack up and from what I have read, the caravans are about two weeks out.

“A group of Dúnedain rangers joined their party to help with protection and guided them through easier paths that enabled them to move much more quickly. I will be sending a return raven tonight advising her of our situation and that things will be rather cramped for the moment.”

“It might be best to let her know of Fili and Kili’s condition so she has time for her anger to lessen,” Dwalin drawled out, making the king wince.

“I had planned to,” Thorin commented, knowing his friend was right. “It will be good to see families reunited so quickly.”

The king met Adamanta’s eyes and made a quick decision, knowing his niece as well as he did. This would be the perfect time to share her news since she would probably end up worrying herself over it so he took over the announcement.

“The next piece of news must not be spoken of outside of this room nor written in messages to be sent to family, am I understood?”

After everyone agreed, the monarch began to share the information that would excite their friends a great deal.

“The blessings of Mahal and His wife have already started to flow down upon us,” Thorin said to them. “I was told today that Adamanta was given confirmation that a new generation of the line of Durin will be joining these halls.”

There was a long period of silence that made the hobbit fidget in discomfort as they stared at her. Finally, Dori’s voice could be heard.

“You’re with child, Adamanta?”

“I am,” she answered them. “I had a dizzy spell today during the meeting and when he steadied me, King Thranduil realized something had caused it and asked Lord Elrond for confirmation.”

“That’s why you asked for privacy,” Balin commented.

“Exactly,” the young woman replied. “This is something private, and I have no wish for others to find out before my family does. Uncle Thorin is right; I’d rather be able to tell Princess Dis in person. I have a feeling she would be most displeased if the announcement went out before she was given the news.”

“You’re right, she’d be furious so we’ll keep it quiet,” Gloin told her, smiling proudly and happily. It was a look mirrored on every face of the company, and she was pleased they were so happy with the news.

Oin gave her a keen look, and she knew what was coming. He had a right to be concerned, and the hobbit was grateful for his insistence on watching over her health.

“Did the elves say how far along, lass?”

“About three months,” Adamanta replied. “Which means I was carrying at the time of the marriage rites.”

“Once the caravan arrives, we’ll find the top midwife to start working with you,” he said to her. “In the meantime, I want to look you over whenever one of the elves do. I want to make sure you’re in the best of health and the babe is doing all right. The first three months of your pregnancy were not easy ones, and we need to be certain neither you nor the babe have been harmed by what’s happened to you since conception.”

“No, they weren’t easy months and I share your concerns. Uncle Thorin already asked that I be examined soon by either Lord Elrond or King Thranduil, and I would like you to be there,” she told him, pleased when he nodded.

“In the meantime, I want to make sure she’s looked after and protected,” Thorin commented. “The security measures she’s put into place are good ones, and they’ll be continued. Nori, congratulations, the appointment is permanent.”

The thief nodded; he’d known Thorin would agree with Adamanta’s actions and had expected this to happen.

“Bifur, I would rather you remain as her guard for now until we can find other dwarrow to work with you so you won’t have to be at her side all day. I won’t have my family at risk,” he said, sounding determined.

While the king continued to issue orders, Adamanta moved to check on her husband, wetting a cloth with cool water and bathing his face as she did so. Her heart was full of prayers for his health, hoping he would fight the infection and wake soon. There was so much going on, and she needed him here.

Author’s End Note – So now Thorin and the Company knows that there will be a baby under the mountain! Poor Kili, he’s missing out on things. Let’s hope he gets better. Please let me know what you thought of the chapter. ~ Laran
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