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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 next chapter in this batch for the update. I hope you continue to enjoy it!

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

Chapter Forty-one – The Temple of Mahal

Several more days passed, and Fili was soon released from the healer’s ward with a warning to take it easy as the headaches continued to plague him. Everyone promised to keep an eye on him and soon it was just Adamanta sitting beside Kili, tending to him whenever the other healers weren’t checking in on him.

During the times she had to leave to tend to her duties, one of the members of the company sat with him so he wouldn’t be alone. The hobbit was grateful for that, not liking the idea of him being alone when he had always been so sociable.

While the young woman was out and about, she visited with every wounded member in the healing ward for a few moments, enquiring about their health and wishing them a speedy recovery before going to attend to whatever task that was required of her.

Despite her worries about her husband and pain from her slow healing injuries, the hobbit always had a sweet smile and kind word for those who crossed her path and she showed a willingness to listen and help where she could. It never mattered how busy her schedule was, Adamanta always took the time to listen and provide reassurance whenever it was needed.

The dwarves and humans adored her, and both Thorin and Fili were hearing glowing reports of her gentle nature and everything she had done to ensure the comfort of those within the mountain. It was reassuring to both of them to know that she was fitting in so well in her new home. Balin had been the one to place a whisper in the right person’s ear that the lady was spending every moment of her free time at her husband’s bedside while still attending to her duties. The result had been one most of the company approved of as every person in the mountain looked after their lady, ensuring she was resting enough or didn’t work too hard whenever she pitched in on a certain task. Occasionally, she would be fussed at if someone noticed she was staying on her healing foot for too long.

Nori had been pleased with it as he’d heard whispers that the hobbit was gaining too much power, and he’d been keeping tabs on the culprits behind the whispers. The advisors had been infuriated by Adamanta’s actions while Thorin had been healing, and there was talk between them that if the hobbit was to die then the mountain would be ripe for a takeover due to the shock.

When presented with this information, the king had been furious and Dwalin close to murderous. They’d brought Dain into the conversation, and the Lord of the Iron Hills had nearly gone after his advisors. Dain had quickly assured his cousins that he had no desire to take the throne from his family and that he’d had enough on his hands just ruling his own lands.

The spy reminded them that for the court to handle this, there simply wasn’t enough evidence to convict them of treason against the royal family. He would observe the situation further and bring what he found to them. Once there was enough evidence, the three advisors could be arrested and tried for the crimes they were conspiring to do.

Dwalin had suggested informing Adamanta, but Dain had shaken his head and reminded them of the stress the hobbit was already under. She was showing signs of a pending emotional breakdown due to her worry for her husband, and Thorin also knew the pregnancy was weighing on her mind a great deal as well as Dis’s arrival.

Worrying about her health as well as the baby’s, the king simply suggested reminding her to be vigilant and alert Bifur to the problem. That would keep her alert, and her guard would also know to keep his charge safe.

The suggestion was carried out, and the dwarf that guarded her remained extra vigilant in regards to her safety. There was no way the loyal company member would allow his charge to be harmed, and he had sworn this to Dwalin when the captain of the guard had brought this information to him.

Kili’s condition didn’t worsen but didn’t improve either, and Adamanta was close to breaking down. The comment about remaining vigilant only added more pressure on her, and the hobbit was mentally exhausted.

When the news came back that the temple was ready, she asked to see it and Bifur escorted her to the area. He remembered how tranquil that area could be and hoped the hobbit would find some measure of peace there.

She was utterly amazed by what she found when she entered the sacred area. The ceiling of the room was all sharp angles coming to a peak at the top, and there was a statue of Mahal standing behind the altar. Beside him, Adamanta could see the image of Yavanna, the creator of her people.

It was peaceful, and the hobbit could feel her heart and soul responding to it. She turned, facing the crew that had been the ones to clean the large room.

“You did an amazing job,” she told them. “Take the rest of the day to relax and please rejoin your regular rotation tomorrow. Thank you so very much for your hard work.”

The dwarves and humans smiled at her, bowing before leaving the room. It was simply her and Bifur, and the hobbit trusted the other not to say anything about what she was about to do.

Adamanta moved towards the altar, stopping before she reached it, and her eyes were locked onto the images of the Smith and His wife.

The words in the ancient language of her people spilled from her lips as she sank onto her knees, tears sliding down her cheeks as she addressed the Mother of her race. Bifur heard her, knew she was crying, and allowed her the chance to relieve some of the burdens she was carrying.

“I know we have forgotten You, but I have tried so very hard to include You once I knew of Your importance to us,” she said softly. “I have heard stories of how much Mahal loved You when He tried to woo You. Until I met the dwarf You and Your husband sent to my father’s smial, I had no idea what love was.

“I do now,” Adamanta told the Valië. “I know what it is now, and it burns so hotly in my heart. It’s a secret I cannot unburden myself of because my husband is so very ill. Even the children of Ilúvatar can do nothing to save him, and his family is clinging onto hope and praying to Your husband for the return of his health.

“His mother isn’t here and cannot bid her son farewell if he should pass onto the halls of his fathers,” she sobbed. “Thorin looks so very tired and worried; I am terrified what should happen to Fili if his brother should pass. The babe I carry will never know his father much like Kili and Belis did not know theirs, and I do not want that for him or her.

“Please, Mother, I am begging You with everything I am to please save Kili. He is the soul of his family, and I fear for them should he not survive this. They mean everything to me, saving me from a future without hope, and I would not see them broken. Please,” she begged, covering her face with her hands as she wept.

Despite the severity of her tears, Adamanta heard footsteps coming from an area she didn’t recognize as being the entrance and reacted when she heard the sound of steel being drawn from a sheath.

Sting was drawn smoothly and was in position to block the strike as her head went up to face her assailant. The tears were gone, pushed aside by determination, and agony exploded in her injured arm when the attacker’s blade collided against elvish steel. Despite the pain, she pushed upwards as she tried to rise from her kneeling position.

Adamanta vaguely heard the sounds of fighting as she focused on her target. The dwarf was masked, and it added to her anger even more to know the coward would not show his face. Given her poor position on her knees and the arm weakening as every bit of healing that had happened was shattered once again, she had to fight differently than others would have.

Biter was pulled from its sheath and she shifted forward, lunging to drag the dagger across the back of the dwarf’s ankle. It was a testament to Thorin’s skill as a blacksmith because the sharp edge of the weapon easily cut through the boot and flesh to sever the hamstring.

Her position was too unbalanced and she felt the bite of a blade at her shoulder as the dwarf fell, pitching forward onto her. His weapon clattered as he screamed and with her hands full of her blades, she pushed up against the stone floor to dislodge him. The hobbit could feel the broken bone grinding but made no sound as she kept trying to get the heavy dwarf off of her.

Someone pulled her attacker off, and she sprang to a low crouching position with her weapons at the ready. It took a few moments of hearing both Thorin and Fili calling her name before she pulled herself out the fighting mindset.

“Are you hurt?”

It took Adamanta several seconds before she could answer, waiting until her mind had slowed down.

“Who was the coward that attacked me,” she questioned, not answering the blonde’s question.

“We’re about to find out,” Thorin said, gently taking her blades from her and sheathed Sting before cleaning Biter for her and sheathing it. “I had no idea that this dagger would see so much action when I forged it and its mate for your wedding rite.”

“It’s saved me quite a few times,” she said, struggling to rise from her crouching position. Thorin helped her to rise fully to her feet, holding onto her until she regained her balance. The hobbit stayed off the tender area on the ball of her foot, taking her walking stick from Fili.

The king pulled his hand away and spotted blood on his palm, turning his niece and realizing that her shoulder had a long gash. He growled, stalking over to the three trussed dwarves, and pulled the masks off of them.

“Get Dain,” he snarled, staring down at the three advisors. “And Oin!”

Adamanta shook her head in angry disbelief; she couldn’t believe they had attacked her and in a temple no less.

“I’m not sure what happened,” she murmured to him. “I was praying and heard a footstep that came from an area I didn’t expect, then there was the sound of a blade being drawn and I reacted.”

“That reaction saved your life,” Nori commented, moving to stand beside Bifur. “I was tailing them, didn’t realize that there was a secret passage to the temple. Mahal only knows how they found out. Bifur met one; I tangled with the other, and Adamanta was able to handle the one that managed to get to her. She moved fast, even with that arm of hers, and never made a sound. I know she hurt it again since it wasn’t fully healed to begin with.”

“I’ll have Oin look at it,” the monarch said, looking furious.

Both Dwalin and Bifur were beyond enraged but kept themselves under control but each time the captives tried to move or speak, one or both of them hit them hard to stop them. Fili and Thorin said nothing, letting them have a chance to vent their anger.

Dain came in with Oin, looking a bit surprised by the request to join his cousins there but the surprise disappeared as rage settled on his face when he spotted the advisors trussed up on the floor. Adamanta looked shaky, and he knew something was very wrong. As he looked to his cousin, Oin rushed to tend to the hobbit.

“What happened?”

Nori told his tale, and the Lord of the Iron Hills gave a growl that was very close to something Dwalin would do. His rage was focused on the trio who had dared to attack a member of his family.

“You shame me! You attack a member of the royal family, my own cousin!”

One of the advisors, Mali, tried to explain and the dwarf lord cut him off with a wicked glare that was incredibly threatening.

“Thorin, they have shamed my name and honor by what they have done. I turn them over to you for justice and will not do anything to protect them.”

“Their actions do not reflect upon you,” Thorin assured him, turning to spy his niece leaning against Fili as she looked incredibly pale. “How is she?”

“I need to take her to the healing ward,” Oin replied. “The shoulder needs stitches, and her arm will need to be reset. I’m worried about her going into shock.”

“Fili, go with him and make sure she’s steady,” the king ordered. “Dwalin, Nori, I want these vermin locked in my dungeon. I want you two to find out what they intended to do.”

Everyone obeyed, heading to separate areas as they did so.

When Oin and Fili entered the healing ward with Adamanta, he grabbed a basket of items he needed and guided her to the side room to make sure she had privacy. The blond turned his back as her bodice and top were removed, and the healer hissed under his breath.

“It’s down to the bone,” he growled.

Fili turned, spotting the injury and bit back a growl of his own. There was a deep cut from her collar bone down the shoulder bone, and he was infuriated by the sight of it.

“I had to pull Sting away so I could reach the back of his leg,” Adamanta filled in. “Because it wasn’t there to stop it, his sword came down and hit me before he fell.”

“You did well to stop him, especially since you were in a vulnerable position,” the prince replied, watching as Oin began cleaning the wound.

“All I could think of was stopping him,” the hobbit commented, sounding shaken. “It wasn’t just my life at risk. I forgot to wear the mithril uncle gave me; that is a mistake I will not make again.”

That was something he would have to remind his uncle of, which would pretty much be an announcement to the entire mountain, but they had no choice. It was bad enough to go after a member of the royal family but to go after a pregnant one was tantamount to a death sentence.

Fili wished his brother was awake because part of the sentencing would go to the woman’s partner due to the fact it was their future that had been threatened. He would recommend to his uncle to wait on the trial for his mother’s arrival, then allow his mother to handle it if Kili had not woken by then.

He looked over to where the brunette lay, praying softly to Mahal that he would wake soon. Kili was missing so much right now, especially since his wife was expecting their first child. This should have been an exciting time for them, and he knew it was hard for Adamanta to look forward to each milestone when her One wasn’t beside her.

The blond haired prince turned his attention back to his sister, noting that Oin had finished the stitches and was bandaging the injury. Once that was done and her clothing was straightened, she remained silent as he probed the break and reset it, ensuring the splint was tightly bound and tying a sling for it.

Through all of this, she did not make a sound and had kept her eyes on her husband as if drawing strength from the sight of him. Fili chewed his lower lip, sending yet another prayer to Mahal and his wife, hoping for a miracle soon.

Author’s Note – Well, they made a mistake and now Thorin is going to show just how much the family and mountain will support one of their own. I hope you guys enjoyed this! ~ Laran
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