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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 – The next one for this installment batch. I hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this tale. The only thing I own here is Belis, my original character, and she’s here so my brain won’t scream at me for ignoring certain important details regarding succession.

Chapter Forty-four – Settling In

There was a lot of activity for a while as the members of the caravan began unpacking the wagons, and Adamanta showed Dis and Belis to where the clean rooms were for the dwarves to bed down into until the residential areas were fully ready to be inhabited. The hobbit wished she had better accommodations to offer them, knowing all of them had to be tired from the long journey.

“I’m afraid it’ll be cramped for the time being,” she said to them apologetically. “At least we’re out of the elements, and the mountain is warming up now that the forge has been lit. We’ve found some damage in certain quarters, and it’s been slow going to get everything repaired. Fili said that it should be easier now that we have more engineers and architects here to help plan out what needs to be done.”

“There’s enough hands to make it go quicker now,” Dis replied, following the hobbit. “You’ve done remarkably well considering the limited time and resources.”

“As you said, it’ll go more swiftly now,” she said, blushing as she led them to the large chamber where the company had been staying. The immediate families of the company would be living there too so they would not remain separated from their loved ones any further. “We’ve been fortunate since Lord Bard’s people have been eager to help.”

“That’s a good sign to an excellent start,” Belis answered. Her voice was soft, lighter than her mother’s, and it relaxed Adamanta to listen to it. “I haven’t seen Ori yet. Is he all right?”

“Ori’s been doing very well. As to where he is, I think he may be with Bombur,” the hobbit answered. “We have to keep careful lists of what food supplies we have available, and Bombur is in charge of that. That reminds me, Princess Dis, we’ll need a count of children and pregnant or nursing mothers that came with you. This way we can be certain of which individuals get larger portions during meals. We started rationing early in order to ensure we’ll have enough to last us until spring.”

“It’s a wise idea, and I shall have that information for you and Bombur by tomorrow,” she promised. “I do not want formality between us, Adamanta. You may call me Dis or Mother.”

“Belis or sister for you too,” the younger dwarf said with a smile that resembled Kili’s.

“Thank you,” she said, stopping where the bedroll was that Kili had set up for them. She unfastened her cloak and dropped it over her pack. “We’ve all been sleeping here to keep the family together. Thorin wants the families of the company to be here too. Since you two are the first ones, you get first pick of where to sleep.”

Dis laughed, recognizing her sons’ and brother’s packs and set up her bedroll next to her eldest son’s bedroll. Belis claimed the free spot next to where Adamanta had dropped her cloak.

Both women looked up to spy the hobbit humming as she worked on crushing herbs, intent on getting the evening meal started. Since everyone was busy getting settled in and Adamanta had delegated the tasks amongst others who could handle things for now, the young woman had decided to start the stew since she had a bit of free time on her hands.

“Can we help at all, Adamanta?”

Looking up, she gave her new sister a small basket of root vegetables. This would make cooking a lot easier since she was still doing everything one handed.

“Peel and cube these please,” she said, then pointed to some fresh fish. “Dis, if you’d mind breaking those down please? I got a headcount from the company about how many are in their families so I have enough to make a fairly good stew that will fill everyone.”

“You can cook,” Dis asked, pulling out a knife and starting to work on the fish as asked.

“I do,” the hobbit replied. “Mama taught me quite a few of her recipes before she passed away, and Papa ensured I knew everything I needed. I took over the kitchen and running the household two years after she passed.”

“How old were you,” Belis queried, peeling vegetables with a deft hand.

“Not even twenty,” she responded. “Papa was very ill, and it had to be done. He refused to remarry or let any of the Baggins women in as he knew they would not follow his wishes regarding my education. He was determined to get me out of the Shire before he joined Mama in the Mandos’s Halls and realized that if the women of the family were to come in and teach me of their ways that I wouldn’t be able to acclimate myself once I was out of the Shire.”

“Brave man,” the older dwarf commented as she kept herself focused on her task.

“He tried to be,” Adamanta said quietly. “He had promised Mama I would not remain in the Shire after I came of age, and he held onto life and fought hard. I know he was exhausted. I remember the look on his face when word came that Gandalf was in Bree. He was so glad to send out the letter that he’d written for that purpose the day before my birthday.”

“I was surprised when I received word of your situation,” Dis said, setting the prepared fish aside and going to help her daughter with the vegetables. She watched as Adamanta tied the bones into a thin piece of fabric and dropped it into the water. “Thorin was rather honest about what had happened, sharing how you were willing to learn, and the insight you’ve been able to provide.”

“Just a bit of common sense at times,” the hobbit blushed. “Sometimes, the right things come out at the right time. I’m just glad they were willing to listen.”

“Which reminds me, did you really drag Fili and Kili into camp by their ears,” Belis asked, staring over at her new sister.

“She did,” Bofur said, laughing as a group of dwarves entered the chamber in time to hear the question. “I thought she was going to rip them off, truthfully. We were all having so much trouble not to laugh at the sight; I wish there was a way to show you how it looked honestly. I could even see Thorin trying not to laugh.”

Bombur chuckled, heading to the small cooking station he had set up to use in the company’s chamber. Adamanta quietly told him what they’d done, and he nodded before shooing her to go sit down.

The hobbit didn’t go far as she was stopped for introductions. She met Gloin’s son, Gimli, and his lovely wife, Emali. Bombur’s wife, Adara, was introduced to her by Bofur, and the pretty dwarf gave a small curtsy, holding her newest child in her arms.

Belis had gone to her bedroll, having finished the vegetables, and she giggled when Dis gave a low growl and stalked after her brother. Now that they were amongst friends and family, the older dwarrowdam had a rather large problem she had to handle in regards to her brother.

Thorin, who had just entered the room and was nearing his own pack, turned pale where he heard the all too familiar growl and hurried through the small crowd. Kili shook his head while Fili leaned against Ori, laughing hard at their uncle’s antics.

“Get back here, you mangy bearded coward! I told you my boys had better not have one scratch on them,” she growled, going after her older brother.

The king grabbed his niece by the shoulders, tugging her to stand in front of him, and Adamanta turned bright red when she realized what he’d done. She really hadn’t expected him to use her a shield, in spite of the teasing threat spoken weeks ago.

“They’re fine now,” he called from behind the smaller woman. “You wouldn’t want to hurt the adorable little hobbit, right?”

“Come out from behind my daughter and face me like a dwarf,” the furious sister growled, standing in front of the pair.

Adamanta wasn’t quite sure what happened next. All she really remembered later was Dis lunging one direction and Thorin pulling her in another before the world tilted on its axis and went dark.

Kili gave a shout of concern, hurrying to where his wife had collapsed. He sank to his knees, gently pulling her against him.

“Oin,” he called out, worrying for his One.

The healer rushed towards them, kneeling and checking on the hobbit. There was a look of concern on his face while he examined the lass.

“She’s breathing all right,” the older dwarf commented. “Fili, come get your sister and lay her on their bedroll. Bofur, a bowl of water and cloth as well was a skin of water. Move it!”

The group watched as Fili gently picked up the unconscious hobbit and carried her to the bedroll she and Kili would share. He laid her down, watching his brother sink to sit beside her and take her hand. When Bofur arrived with the requested items, the archer wet the cloth and wrung it out before wiping her face down.

Adamanta stirred a few moments later, slowly opening her eyes and spotting the worried face of her husband. It took her a moment to realize what had happened and quickly tried to relieve the concern she could see in his eyes.

“I’m all right,” she reassured him, not liking the expression he was wearing. “I think I just moved too fast.”

“That and too much excitement,” Oin groused after checking her pulse. “You are to rest tonight and tomorrow, I want you to take it easy; the rest of us can handle your duties if something comes up. You’ve had too much stress since we came home to Erebor, and you’ve not been resting as you should be.”

To those who knew her, it was a testament about her health when she didn’t argue with the elderly dwarf and simply gave a soft sigh when Kili placed the damp cloth over her forehead. The archer looked up from his wife and gave his mother and uncle a very strict look.

“If you two want to play capture the dwarf, that’s fine. No more using my pregnant wife as a shield to protect you from Mum!”

That announcement was met with a very long period of silence before Belis gave a squeal, leaning forward to stare at her brother.

“She’s with child?”

“Yes, she is,” he answered softly, then blinked when Emali moved towards them and knelt beside the bedroll.

“Oin,” she asked her brother-in-law. “How often has she complained of dizziness or fainted like that?”

“This is the first time she’s passed out that I know of,” he answered, looking down at the hobbit.

“Second time for dizziness,” Adamanta replied, eyes still closed. “The first time was the day I found out the news.”

The dwarrowdam nodded, checking the younger woman’s skin tone and eyes before settling back.

“Dizziness is not abnormal for pregnant women,” she told the hobbit, Kili, and Oin. “It usually fades in the first few months as the mother’s body adjusts to the child she’s carrying. How far along are you, my lady?”

“We’re family,” the smaller female said, still keeping her eyes closed. “So it’s just Adamanta please. From what we can tell, I’m nearly four months along.”

“Emali is a midwife,” Oin informed the hobbit. “One of the best ones I know and she’ll be able to make sure you’re taken care of, lass.”

One blue eye opened to look up at Gloin’s wife as the older woman spoke.

“I would be happy and honored to be by your side during your pregnancy,” Emali said, making Adamanta smile.

“Thank you,” she murmured, relieved that she now had a midwife to aid her during her pregnancy. “Someone poke Dis please? She looks like she’s ready to fall over.”

Author’s End Note - Well, Thorin, you wanted to find a way to keep from getting a beat down from your sister. I guess Adamanta was more of a distraction than you anticipated! LOL! I hope you guys enjoyed it. I’ll get the next chapter up in a few! ~ Laran
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