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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 – I want to thank everyone for their wonderful reviews; you guys have no idea how much your amazing words mean to me. You are a brilliant source of inspiration and conductors of light. Thank you! I do hope you will enjoy the chapters coming in this update.

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

Chapter Forty-three – Signs and Arrivals

Things had been extremely busy since Kili had woken; the inspection of the main forge had been made and everything looked to be in order. Since the dragon’s remains were now gone, Thorin had ordered the forges to be lit since they were not only key to the work of the dwarves but were vital to keeping the mountain warm. The temperature outside was reaching the point where getting the mountain warm was important or it’d take too long to get the temperature inside built up once the first snowstorm arrived. At the moment, the only work on the forges to be done was for the creation of tools needed for repairs of essential areas. The king had spent hours of his rare free time at the forge, making the tools needed or repairing ones that would work with a bit of time. Fili could often be found at his uncle’s side, working along with him as they waited anxiously for the caravan to arrive in the next few days.

Kili was chafing to be officially allowed out of the healing ward and even though his wounds were healing faster than what was normal for a dwarf, Oin was reluctant to allow him to do so. He only complained a bit to keep the healer from catching on to what he was doing because each night, after Adamanta had drifted off to a heavy sleep, he would slip out of the ward and go down to the forges to begin working on certain items that would become vitally important soon. He would always be back before anyone came to check on him during the mornings.

There was also another reason he wanted to be released and that was for the trial of his cousin’s advisors. Dain, Thorin, and Nori had sat with him the morning after he’d awoken, and he had been informed of the attack on his wife. Needless to say, he had been incredibly irate and it had taken time for him to calm down. Thorin had promised him that he would be one of the ones to pick the punishment, and the archer was already plotting.

The dark haired prince was pulled from his thoughts when his wife stirred, giving a small yawn as she came awake. He smiled, kissing her good morning, and watched as she hurried to the bathing chamber to wash and change. The dwarf noticed she wasn’t limping, remembering that the stitches had been removed several days ago before he had woken.

Oin came in shortly after Adamanta had gone to bathe, handing Kili his pack.

“You’re allowed up,” he told his patient. “No heavy lifting, sparring, or anything that would cause the wounds to halt in healing. I want to see you every morning to make sure they’re still healing well. Understand?”

“I understand,” he commented, sounding eager to be out of bed and moving with Oin’s official blessing.

“Clean yourself up,” the healer said. “The caravan was spotted by the ravens; they’ll be here in an hour.”

Kili slowly got out of bed, picking up his pack and heading to the bathing chamber that was attached to the healing ward. He spotted his wife drying off, and she beamed when she realized he was there.

“You’re allowed up now?”

“I am,” he replied, grinning at her. “I have to report to him every morning so he can make sure the healing is still going well, but I’m officially out of the healing ward as of this morning. He also gave a long list of what I can’t do for the moment to make sure I don’t open up the wounds.”

“I am so very happy to hear that, and I know your mother will be too,” she commented, reaching for her small clothes. She blushed, knowing he was watching her closely.

“I don’t think you’ll see any signs of the babe yet,” the hobbit told him, slipping into her small clothes and then her chemise.

“I think I do,” her husband replied, reaching to run a finger along the area of the chemise that held her breasts in place. “This seems to be tighter on you than normal.”

Adamanta looked down, blinking when she realized he was right. The chest area of the chemise was supposed to be snug, but it was tighter than it had been when she’d originally purchased the garment.

“I hadn’t realized,” she murmured, giving him a shy smile before stepping into her petticoats. Thanks to Smaug and the battle after his death, she only had two left and hoped she would be able to find some fabric to make more soon because she would need the layers once winter arrived.

“I haven’t seen you in a while so it’s easier for me to notice any changes,” Kili said, stripping and entering the bathing pool. He cleaned himself quickly, washing his hair, and kept an eye on his wife as she dressed.

Adamanta was slow moving due to the broken arm, and she was watching herself critically while she dressed. Her mithril shirt and blouse still fit, but those had been loosely cut. The laces of the bodice, she noticed, had to be adjusted.

“Oh dear,” she muttered, drawing Kili from his thoughts as he emerged from the warm water.

“What is it, love?”

“I am going to have to see if anyone of the caravan has extra fabric to sell,” she told him while removing the bodice and blouse to tug off the mithril shirt in hopes of helping a certain garment fasten properly. “This skirt isn’t buttoning.”

The archer moved behind her, slipping the button through the button hole when she sucked her breath in. As she had said, it was not an easy task and it wouldn’t be long before the skirt wouldn’t fit her at all. Kili knew it would frustrate her, but it was amazing to him to see the signs of the child she carried.

He kissed her lovingly, then quickly dressed.

“I’ll do your hair,” he offered, knowing she was fretting over her appearance. “Don’t worry, my jewel. She’s going to love you.”

“I want to make a good first impression,” Adamanta told him, handing him her brush, beads, and hair tie. “The waistband is too blasted tight; I don’t know what to do because I can’t sew yet. Dwalin will be upset that I’m not wearing the mithril shirt, but I can’t wear it and get the skirt to button. This is so frustrating!”

“We’ll take care of it,” the prince reassured her. “After all the news is shared, I’ll pull Mum aside and see if she can’t help us find someone who has the fabric and supplies to sell. She may have an idea of who we can ask to sew a few outfits for you. Dwalin will have to remember that the mithril shirt isn’t made for pregnant women so he will have to ensure that you are watched over carefully.”

The hobbit relaxed as her hair was brushed; she adored it when Kili tended to her like this, and it never failed to soothe her. He took extra time, making sure the beautiful golden tresses were untangled before placing the familial and marital braids in. Afterwards, he braided the rest of her hair to keep the curls from tangling again.

“I wish I could do yours,” she said softly.

“You will once your arm heals,” he promised, taking care of his own appearance and then picked up their packs. “We’ll drop these off at the room where the company is staying and then wander down to be early to meet Mum.”

She nodded, taking his arm and walking with him as they left the healing ward, heading to where Thorin and the others slept. The monarch had put himself last, wanting his people and guests to have decent living quarters before his own rooms were handled. The rest of the company had quietly agreed, following their leader’s example.

The packs and bedrolls were dropped off, and Kili slid her cloak onto her shoulders and fastened the clasp he had loaned her when they had first met in Bree.

“You’re not used to the chill,” he said. “The winds are getting cooler, and uncle said you would need either your coat or cloak when you go outside. I think this might be more comfortable for you today,” he informed her, having a feeling the coat might not fit as well as it had in the past and wanting her to stay as calm as possible.

“Thank you, love,” she said, kissing him.

Kili ended the kiss and guided her down to the gates. He suppressed a laugh when he realized she was fussing about her appearance again, and Thorin shot him a questioning look when they stopped to stand beside him, Fili, and Ori.

“She’s nervous about meeting Mum,” he said in a low tone to his uncle. “Add to that, her body is finally starting to show signs of the babe she carries. We need to find someone who not only sells fabric but also sews. Her skirt barely buttoned this morning, and I have a feeling she’ll have more difficulties with it soon.”

“We can talk to Dis about it once she calms down,” Thorin muttered, knowing he was going to be beaten by his sister once they were in private. “Please don’t take too long to tell her about Adamanta’s pregnancy. A distraction would be very good for her.”

“And you,” the younger dwarf teased. “If Mum’s distracted, she won’t have to think about why she needs to punish you.”

“There is that wonderful side effect,” the king replied, making his nephews laugh. “It’s good I had the forge lit and the caravan made it this far so quickly. I think we’re going to have the first winter storm soon.”

Though both had grown up in the mountains, Fili and Kili weren’t used to the weather signs for this part of Arda and Thorin quietly pointed them out to his boys. He spotted Adamanta listening as well and included her into the small lesson.

“The caravan is here,” a voice from the gate shouted, drawing their attention from the weather signs to where several figures on horseback could be seen leading the long trail of wagons.

Thorin stepped out, nephews and niece a short distance behind him, and the company standing a little beyond that. His eyes fell onto a familiar figure in the lead, and his heart warmed as the dwarven female slid off the back of her pony and strode her way to stand in front of him.

“Welcome home, Dis,” he said softly, pulling her into a hug. His sister held onto him tightly for a few long moments before pulling away, letting her brother face the crowd of wagons and dwarves that were watching them.

“My people,” he called out, hearing the silence that followed and knowing that every ear could hear him. “It has been a long, difficult journey for all of us. Since the fall of our home, we have toiled, keeping our heads high as we struggled to survive. Survive we did, despite every adversity that we encountered.

“The journey for my company and me was not just full of physical peril but also revealed answers to questions we have long been seeking an answer to. Answers I shall share when the time comes, but I can safely tell you that our home has been healed.

“Our home has been reclaimed, though damaged and disused She has become, and we face a difficult challenge ahead of us. We have had the help of our friends, the people who will be our neighbors in Dale after we restore what was broken. With their help and yours, Erebor will become the beautiful home She once was. We have also had the help of another set of neighbors, which is a tale for another day.

“For now, we will be cramped as space is limited but as we work together, things will return to the peaceful community some of us remember. There will be a time of mourning soon for those lost here, and there will be more cause for celebration as well.

“Mahal has been good to us, and his lady wife has blessed us as well. Children of Mahal, we have come home!”

Adamanta shivered at the words as well as the roars of joy from the dwarves waiting in the caravan. She’d heard Thorin speak in public at times, but this was something amazingly different.

The hobbit watched as he hugged his sister again, smiling at her, and she was surprised at how strongly the two resembled each other. Both had the same thick dark hair and regal features that marked those of their family line.

When Thorin let her go and took a step back, both Fili and Kili hurried towards their mother and held onto her for several long moments. She was holding onto both just as tightly, and it made Adamanta’s heart warm at the sight of contentment and happiness on her husband’s face. Her fingers gripped her mother’s locket, wishing she could do the same with her parents just once more.

Another dwarven female, the same height as Dis but with hair as golden as Fili’s, approached them and was pulled into a hug by the brothers. She shared the same features as the family, and the hobbit realized that this had to be Belis, their younger sister.

There was a low rush of conversation, and both women gently smoothed Kili’s hair from his face. It was obvious they were overjoyed to see him awake. He beamed at them, answering back when he could, and then gave both of them a bright grin.

The archer drew back, hurrying to his wife’s side, and gently led her by the hand to where his mother and sister were waiting. Fili was grinning as well, obviously happy to have his family home and complete.

“Mother, Belis, I have someone I want to introduce you to,” Kili told them. “This is my wife, the One who completes me – Adamanta.”

Strong fingers cupped her face before the hobbit could curtsy, raising it so the older woman could study her face. Adamanta looked into eyes that mirrored the deep blue of Thorin and Fili, and she gave her a sweet smile.

“Welcome home, Princess Dis,” she said to her, and the dwarf smiled in return.

“You’re as lovely as my son has said,” Dis replied in a warm voice. “Welcome to the family, my daughter.”

Author’s End Note – So the caravan has arrived, and Adamanta has met her mother-in-law. We’ll see soon just how much trouble Thorin is in! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, more to come in a few! ~ Laran
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