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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 this update. I really hope everyone enjoyed it. Thank you, Tisha, for your hard work in beta reading for me.

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

Chapter Forty-two – Waking Dream

The first thing he was aware of was the scent of honeysuckle that drifted on the warm breeze. He smiled at the scent of his wife’s favorite flower, relaxing as he did so. It was comforting, and he went boneless in the sun warmed grass that cradled him.

“You seem happy, my son,” a female voice commented.

Surprised by the unexpected voice, he opened his eyes to spot a beautiful woman sitting beside him. Her hair was brown but glowed with hints of gold that made her tresses shimmer in the sunlight. The smile she gave him made her brilliant green eyes light up.

“It’s beautiful here,” he said, closing his eyes again to enjoy the sunshine.

“I’m happy you think so, Kili,” She told him. “This is my garden, where I spend time with the souls of my children if I am not with my husband.”

The archer sat right up, staring at Her in stunned disbelief. He suddenly knew who he was speaking to, and he was both terrified and amazed by the knowledge.

“Lady Yavanna, wife of Lord Mahal?”

“The very one,” She said with a soft laugh. “Traditionally, I do not appear to my husband’s children in situations such as this but the circumstances demanded I do so.”

“Am I dead,” the dwarf asked, dreading the answer to the question.

“No, my dear, you are not but you are not well either,” Yavanna told him. “Currently, your body is fighting off a serious infection you contracted after putting yourself in harm’s way to protect your brother.”

“Fili is all right? Adamanta? Uncle Thorin?”

“Your brother and uncle are well,” She soothed, putting his mind at ease. “As for my daughter, she has made me so very proud since my husband brought your uncle and Gandalf to Bungo’s home. I have plans for her.”

“So she’s all right,” the archer murmured, giving a soft sigh but tensing up when the Valië answered him.

“I would not say she is all right, Kili. She has faced danger within the halls of your mountain home, and her heart and soul are suffering with grief and exhaustion.”

“She was in danger?”

“She was,” the woman told him. “She defended herself well and has proven that the children I created are stronger than I expected. Mahal was highly pleased and comments that a better soulmate could not have been found for you.”

“I agree,” Kili replied. “In spite of the horrible traditions practiced by the community she grew up in and her own self-doubts, she’s proven herself to be so very strong. Adamanta has a core of mithril, and I couldn’t be happier for having her in my life.”

“I was worried she would not show it, but you allowed her a chance to prove her mettle. Giving her a choice as you did, knowing you might have had to wait to court her had she chosen that, was something she needed after her control was taken from her.”

“I still want that one to face punishment for what he did,” the prince said in a soft growl. “She was innocent, and he took delight in sentencing her to follow the terrible traditions of a culture she was trying to break away from.”

“Which you allowed her to do by returning her right to choose,” Yavanna remind him. “As far as what will done to that wretched soul, he will be punished.”

“Good,” he said, fighting the urge to snarl in anger. “He deserves it for what he did to her.”

“I agree, young Kili,” the Valië said to him. “His punishment will come; my husband is already plotting on what should be done. Although it was one of my children who was wronged, she is the One of His son and He takes things like this very seriously. Revenge is something I try not to dabble with so I will let Mahal handle this. I just had Him promise that the criminal would pay dearly.”

“I’m not typically blood thirsty,” Kili murmured. “Where Adamanta is concerned, I seem to become that way when she is wronged.”

“She needs it at times,” Yavanna told him. “She needs it now honestly, my child. The longer you sleep, the more despair she has to fight off. My husband was moved by the prayer she gave to me when in His temple. She begged for your life and not because of her need for you; her focus was on the family you would leave behind if you pass. I’ve never seen any of my children with such a pure heart as she has, and it is a match for your own pure heart, son. Mahal did rather well with you.”

“She is my One,” he said, sounding wistful and happy. “You and Lord Mahal made her to be a perfect fit for me.”

“As you are for her,” the Green Lady said with a gentle smile. “Now, my son, you have a decision to make. Your wife has need of you; there are things going on you should not miss. My husband and I could no longer stand by and watch the hearts of your loved ones threaten to break with each passing day.”

Kili didn’t even have to hear the choices; he knew exactly what he wanted, and he looked at the Valië with an earnest expression.

“I want to go home, Lady Yavanna. My family is waiting for me, and I won’t keep Adamanta waiting any longer.”

“I am very happy to hear that, dear child,” She said to him.

The Valië leaned over, pressing a kiss to his forehead as She released a bit of Her power into him. He shuddered, feeling strange as a wave of warmth passed through his body, and Her voice was soft as She explained.

“To rid your body of the infection and aid in your healing,” She said softly. “Now, it is time to wake up, Kili.”

“How,” he asked softly, anxious to see his wife again.

“Close your eyes and picture your home,” Yavanna explained. “Then just open your eyes.”

The archer closed his eyes, picturing his beloved hobbit and focusing his entire being on her. After a few moments, his eyes opened to find himself in a stone room that was dimly lit. He looked down to see his wife, sound asleep and cushioning her head on his cot. There was no way she could be comfortable sleeping like that, and he realized she was holding onto his hand tightly.

“Love,” he called, rasping as his dry throat protested.

As soon as she heard the sound, her head shot up and stared at him for several long moments. Her beautiful blue eyes were wide as she met his, and her voice was tight as she questioned him.

“Am I dreaming?”

He shook his head, giving her a gentle smile, and she grabbed a pitcher of water, pouring a glass for him before helping him hold his head up to drink.

“Better,” she asked, making him comfortable.

“Much,” Kili told her. “I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“I was afraid we’d lose you,” Adamanta said softly, blinking away tears as she did so. “There’s so much that’s happened since the battle, and I..we need you more than you know.”

“How long have I been unconscious?”

“Several weeks,” she replied, wiping at her eyes with her free hand. “Your mother and the caravan will be here in a few days.”

“I didn’t think she’d be here until spring,” the archer said, looking surprised.

“Apparently, things happened back in Ered Luin that necessitated relocating the community. I think she had faith in your uncle and the company to get everything taken care of,” Adamanta shared with him. “She’ll be overjoyed to hear you’re awake. She’s been rather creative with her threats lately to the point where I overheard Uncle Thorin say he was thinking of going into hiding.”

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Kili chuckled. “She can be very protective of her children, even though we’re all of age now.”

“I should let Oin know you’re awake,” she said softly. “The elves have gone home, and King Thranduil has sent a healer to check on you every few days. There was nothing more they could do. Oin has been keeping an eye on you and letting me do the nursing as long as I don’t exhaust myself.”

“You can get him in a moment,” the dwarf replied, looking into her eyes. “I just want a few minutes with you.”

“You can have it,” Adamanta said, near tears again. “There’s something I want to tell you and would rather do it without an audience.”

“What is it, love,” he asked, watching her closely.

“Two things that have been in my heart, and only one of them I was able to keep secret,” she said to him, leaning forward to touch his cheek and found his skin to be blessedly free of fever.

“So the others know of the second thing in your heart?”

“I’m afraid so,” the hobbit admitted. “I’ll explain in a moment, and you’ll understand why I couldn’t keep it secret until you woke.”

Adamanta kissed him softly, then rested her forehead against his. It was amazing hearing his voice and being able to do this again; she’d lived in fear of losing him.

“My heart is so full of emotion right now, my Kili, and I know now what it is I feel. I love you so very much, and I am incredibly happy that I was created to be your One.”

Joy ran through his body and soul like molten silver, and his breath caught for a long moment before kissing her with every ounce of love and happiness he possessed. Kili could feel her returning the emotion, and he laughed into the kiss.

“Mahal, I don’t know what you could tell me now that would be even better than the wonderful gift you’ve just given me, my love.”

“I can think of one,” she said, sounding mischievous for a moment. Kili found he rather liked that tone in her voice, making him smile even brighter.

“What would that be?”

“Sometime between spring and summer, you will be presenting our firstborn to your uncle,” the hobbit told him, waiting for his reaction.

It took a moment before her meaning became clear to him, and his eyes went huge. Of all the news the archer had expected, this hadn’t been it and her words took his breath away.

“Adamanta, are you with child?”

“I am,” she told him, joy in her voice. “I found out the day after the battle; I had to take on your uncle’s responsibilities and during the meeting, I became dizzy. King Thranduil helped steady me and realized what was going on. Lord Elrond confirmed it soon after.”

“Blessed Mahal and Yavanna, you, my darling wife, are my treasure,” he told her. “How far along are you?”

“Nearly four months,” she said to him. “We’re not sure how long my pregnancy will be because hobbit women carry for ten months and dwarven women for nearly a year. This will be a learning experience for everyone.”

Kili kissed her until they were both dizzy and then gave a soft laugh, radiant with happiness. The hand she wasn’t holding pressed itself to her lower belly, allowing warmth to sink through the clothing she wore.

“So far, no signs of pregnancy yet,” Adamanta informed him. “Oin said that should change soon. The only thing that has changed for me so far has been that I get tired easier. The company has been watching over me carefully since they found out.”

“So they know?”

“I wanted to wait to tell you first, but it needed to come out to our family because King Thranduil kept hinting about making sure I took care of myself. No one else knows. We weren’t sure if you’d wake before your mother arrived, and I wanted her to know before the announcement went out to the people in the mountain.”

“I’m not angry, my love,” he reassured her, seeing the worry on her face. “You did the right thing, and I am glad they have been watching over you.”

“As am I now,” she admitted, kissing him. “Now I need to get Oin and send word to the family. I’ll be fussed at for certain if I dally in telling them the good news.”

Kili smiled, watching her as she hurried to the door. He could hear her call out and laughed softly when the sound of something being dropped was heard. Seconds later, the healer was in the room and stared at him for a moment before rushing to the bed.

Adamanta took her seat beside his cot, giggling when he asked her his next question.

“What was that noise I heard?”

“Bifur dropped his spear,” she said, mirth in her voice. “I caught him by surprise, and he went running to find everyone.”

“I don’t doubt they’ll be here soon,” Oin said, checking the archer for a fever and finding none. He examined the wounds, shaking his head in amazement. “The wounds show no sign of infection at all.”

The healer had just finished his examination when Fili and Thorin rushed in, both pale with worry. They stopped in the doorway, staring at the bed, and there was a loud commotion of people running into each other thanks to the two frozen dwarves in the doorway.

“Kili?”

“It’s all right, uncle,” he said to him. “I’m awake.”

Both hurried to his bedside, dropping to their knees as they did so. Adamanta let his hand go so both could touch him and reassure themselves that this was real. She could feel her heart overflowing with thankfulness and knew she would need to pay a visit to the temple soon to share her gratitude to the Valar who had helped her beloved husband heal.

The company was somewhat rowdy as they expressed their joy at seeing him awake. There was a babble of voices that was confusing before the hobbit called out.

“One at a time please,” she told them. “I don’t think any of us can understand this ruckus you’re raising.”

That brought laughter to them all, and Kili gave them a smile. He could tell they’d been worried about him and was glad he was able to take that burden from them.

“Thank you, all of you, for watching over Adamanta. She told me that our family has been ensuring she takes care of herself, and I am grateful for it. Especially considering the news she shared, I’m surprised you let her out of a locked room.”

“If she hadn’t been needed, I think we would have,” Bofur quipped. “She took on Thorin’s responsibilities while he was healing and after he healed, she kept on with the consort’s duties. Thanks to her ideas, we’ve enough food to last the winter and spring.”

Adamanta blushed, looking down at her lap as Thorin picked up the thread of conversation.

“Bofur is right; she’s endeared herself to everyone here and has become very invaluable to all of us. When I’m out on inspections of the cleaning and repair work, I’m always asked how she’s doing. I fear it’ll become worse once the news gets out that she’s with child.”

A soft yawn was heard from the hobbit that was being spoken about, and Balin quietly nudged the company to disperse. Now that Kili was awake, the stress and fears that had caused their Adamanta to not sleep well were gone and she needed to rest.

While everyone bade the couple good night, Thorin leaned in and commented that he would be by tomorrow when Adamanta was out doing her duties to brief him on certain events. Kili gave him a nod, then watched him and Dwalin go.

Once they were alone, the hobbit stripped to her chemise and was about to crawl into the cot she’d been using when her husband patted the space beside him.

“Are you sure?”

“You sleep on the side that isn’t injured anyway,” he told her. “You won’t hurt me.”

There was a brief look of longing before it disappeared, and his little hobbit climbed into the cot with him. He noticed that she’d arranged her splinted arm carefully over his chest before using his shoulder as a pillow.

“Sweet dreams, my love,” he whispered.

“They will be if you’re in them,” she answered, nearly asleep, and Kili smiled to himself.

He listened to her breathing, realizing she’d fallen asleep within moments of getting comfortable, and gave a soft happy sigh. In his heart, he thanked Yavanna and Mahal for this and vowed to ensure she would have every joy he could give her from this moment on.

Author’s End Note – He’s awake and knows now! I hope you guys enjoyed the chapters; please let me know what you thought of them. See you next time. ~ Laran
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