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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 we go; 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-five – Girl Talk

Her comment had brought laughter to the group as the princess stared at her son and daughter in shock for several more minutes before joining her children near where Adamanta lay. She simply pressed a kiss to her new daughter’s cheek, beaming at her joyfully.

“Both of my boys have their Ones, my daughter is happy with her life, and I am to be a grandmother soon. Our people are home where they can be safe and thrive as Mahal intended. I don’t think my life could become any richer than it is right now.”

Kili refreshed the cloth, shaking his head at his mother’s antics, and gave his uncle a small smile to let him know he wasn’t angry at him. No one had known that moving the hobbit like that would cause a fainting spell.

Thorin relaxed, relieved that his nephew wasn’t upset with him, and joined his family. He was happy to see his sister and niece as overjoyed as they were with the news that had just been announced, and he had a feeling the pair would be strong supporters during Adamanta’s pregnancy.

The king gave a soft sigh as he sat down on his own bedroll, feeling the weight he had carried for so long ease. He’d carried out his promise and not only were his people back where they belonged, but his family was happy and growing. There was still a lot of work to be done, but it was work that he would take care of joyfully. Thorin relaxed for the first time in years and focused on the conversation that his family was having.

“Do you have everything you need right now,” Dis asked, blinking when the hobbit gently poked Kili on the arm.

“Actually, there is something she could use help with,” the youngest male told his mother, knowing his wife was a bit embarrassed by having to mention this. “Her body is starting to outwardly show signs of the changes the babe is causing; we need to find someone who has fabric to sell and also can make outfits that will adapt with her as our child grows. Adamanta can sew, but as her arm is broken, she won’t be able to for a while. She’s reaching the point where something looser is becoming necessary.”

“Adara,” Dis called, giving Bombur’s wife a smile as the dwarrowdam hurried to where they were all gathered around the hobbit. “My daughter has need of your services,” she told her friend.

“How can I help you, Adamanta,” the dwarrowdam asked, having heard the golden haired lass’s comment of family using her name.

“My clothes are getting to be too small,” the pregnant woman answered, blushing as she did so. “I doubt it’ll be much longer before I can’t button my skirt anymore. I had to have help this morning getting it to fasten properly. The last thing I need is to pop a button when going about my duties.”

“I believe I can come up with something that will adjust with your pregnancy for the time being,” Adara answered, understanding the hobbit’s concerns. “After a certain month, we’ll need to measure you again and make new clothing so you can remain comfortable. If you have time tomorrow, we can take measurements and begin then.”

“Thank you so much,” Adamanta replied, feeling relieved that this would be handled by family.

“You are most welcome,” she smiled reassuringly. “How tight is the waistband now?”

“Not very comfortable,” the hobbit admitted, blushing harder.

“May I,” the seamstress asked, needing to feel how much room the pregnant lass had.

When Adamanta nodded, Adara slipped her fingers into the waist band and frowned when she realized there wasn’t any room at all. Something would have to be done now because the hobbit would not be able to continue to wear her normal clothing before the dwarrowdam could have new attire fashioned for her.

“You have to be uncomfortable,” she told the soon to be princess, making Kili frown.

“Uncomfortable? How,” the prince asked, unused to the idea of clothing causing discomfort. He knew formal wear could be itchy and stiff, but this was new to him.

“It’s too tight around her waist,” Adara replied. “It’s digging into her now and can cause a lot of discomfort as well as difficulty in moving and breathing properly. If it’s not impertinent, I have a few dresses that I wore during the early months of carrying my latest babe. I can do a quick tacking to adjust it to fit you, and it’ll give me time to do a proper job on the dresses and other layers you require.”

“You are remarkably kind, Adara,” Adamanta replied. “I don’t find it to be impertinent at all honestly. The idea of being able to go through the day without this going on would be fantastic.”

“Bombur,” the woman called to her husband, determined to get the future princess comfortable. “How long do we have until supper?”

“A couple of hours, my gem,” he called back, eyes soft when he answered his wife.

“Bofur, Bifur, you two watch over the children please,” she ordered, getting up to go to where the trunks she’d brought with them were waiting.

While she was digging through the containers, Kili leaned over to whisper softly to his wife. He gently brushed his fingers over her cheek as he spoke.

“You didn’t say you weren’t comfortable,” he said to her, concern in his voice.

“Don’t fuss, my Kili,” she murmured, giving him a loving smile. “It was annoying at first, and I didn’t let it bother me since there was a lot to get done. It only become uncomfortable in the latter part of the day.”

“I’ll fuss if I want to,” he said, tapping her nose. “I’m supposed to spoil you, remember?”

“Not if it makes you all fussy,” Adamanta said, making the family near her laugh. “Everyone else is fussing too, and I’m not used to it.”

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, daughter mine, but the men in this family are worriers and will fuss,” Dis told her. “Practically everyone in this room hovered over me with each pregnancy. It’s how I became so accurate with using cookware on them.”

“That reminds me,” the hobbit said, perking up a bit as she pointed at Thorin. “You promised me a frying pan.”

“I did,” the king said, laughing softly while Dis and Belis looked rather confused. “I haven’t forgotten; you will have it when I have the time.”

“Why does she need a frying pan, Uncle Thorin?”

“I promised her one during a chat some time ago,” Thorin told his niece. “I want her to continue to be the voice of common sense and reason for our family, and she said that she would make sure of it but couldn’t lift Bombur’s ladle to use to keep us in line. So I told her I’d make her a frying pan to use for that purpose.”

Both mother and daughter started laughing, and Dis’s laughter grew when Belis turned to look at her dark haired brother.

“I like her! Marrying her was the first smart thing you’ve ever done,” she told her sibling, who pouted at her for a long moment.

The sound of Adamanta’s giggles made the pout disappear, and the smile given to his wife made his mother and sister’s hearts feel light with happiness to know that Kili had found someone he adored. They had worried for the youngest prince, praying to Mahal for him to find his One soon and that he or she would be a person who would not only be good for Kili but make him happy. It seemed the Vala had certainly heard their prayers.

“Right, let’s see if we can’t get Adamanta to be a bit more comfortable,” Adara said, arms full of fabric. She handed a small stool and a basket to Belis, watching as Dis helped the hobbit up. “If you’ll excuse us,” she told the men before disappearing with the princesses, Emali, and Adamanta.

The hobbit led the group to an unused room and watched as the stool was set down. Paper, pen, and ink were handed to Belis, and Adara turned to the older dwarrowdams with her.

“I’ll need her on the stool and since she’s been dizzy, I’d feel better with you two next to her in case she has another spell.”

“Good idea, we certainly don’t need her falling over,” Emali replied.

“Adamanta, down to your small clothing please,” the seamstress ordered, ignoring the blush as the younger female followed her instructions.

After the bodice, skirt, and blouse were removed, Adara stopped her long enough to check on the chemise and petticoats, shaking her head.

“Too snug as well,” she murmured. “The petticoats don’t have much room for growth either. You’ll want the layers because winters can be cold. The forges really heat the mountain well, but there are places where it doesn’t get as warm as other locations.”

“I could use new ones,” the hobbit admitted. “These are the only two I have left. One skirt and several petticoats sacrificed themselves to keep me from becoming a crispy hobbit.”

“The dragon,” Emali asked, face pale at the realization.

“I’m afraid so,” Adamanta acknowledged. “Bifur and Nori put the fire out before the flames could burn the last petticoat I had on and reach my skin. I was lucky they were so quick to get to me.”

“Mahal,” Dis breathed, face pale as well.

“Right, I’ll add that to the list to be crafted as well,” Adara commented, pulling her thoughts away from what the battle against Smaug might have been like. “Chemise and petticoats off, dear, and up onto the stool with you. I’m going to do the measurements now so we don’t have to repeat this until you are close to outgrowing what I make for you now.”

Blushing hard, the hobbit did as instructed and then climbed onto the stool. She stayed still while the seamstress began by measuring her height before taking measurements of the key areas. Adara called the numbers out while Belis recorded them faithfully.

“You’re smaller boned than we are,” the cook’s wife commented, frowning as she eyed the curly haired lass’s figure. “I’m not certain how the pregnancy will make your body develop.”

“I did happen to overhear two matrons complaining once when I was out at the market,” she told the woman. “From what I can gather, hobbit women tend to get larger both in the bust area as well as the belly. The ones I have seen when shopping are usually bigger towards the front than side to side, if that helps?”

“It does,” Emali answered. “Dwarrowdams are built more solidly so we tend to get a bit wider when carrying. It’s good to know how to expect this with you for the most part. I’ll have to compare notes of what you know regarding hobbit pregnancies so we can get a general idea of what to expect.”

“Oin said I would have to once we found a midwife to work with me,” Adamanta replied. “If Kili or the others still hold to their decision to not let me do anything tomorrow, we can sit and talk about it.”

“Agreed,” she answered, then watched as Adara bustled back into view from where she’d been separating the clothing.

“Given what you’ve told me, I’ll make sure to add small clothing that will work with your development too,” the dwarrowdam told the hobbit. “I’m going to start with several chemises; we’ll have you try them on, and I’ll pin them so I know where to tack them.”

Adamanta nodded, tugging the first of the chemises on. She stayed still as the seamstress made adjustments, allowing enough looseness to keep her comfortable while still doing the job it was meant to do. The hemline was also pinned before the garment was carefully tugged off and the next one handed to her to put on.

The hobbit listened to the cheerful chatter while the pile of garments was tried on, pinned, and then taken off. She focused when she heard her new sister call out to her.

“Can you tell us about the time you pulled Kili and Fili into camp by their ears?”

With a laugh, the curly haired woman complied and told the story to her listeners while Adara worked to get each item pinned properly. It was rather fun sharing part of their adventures with the other women, even though she couldn’t see their reactions to the tale.

“Did you ever find out who got hit while you were distracting the trolls?”

“You know, Belis, I never got around to asking Kili who it was. I need to because I’m curious about it now,” Adamanta said.

“Probably Gloin,” Emali said, snickering as she did so. “He’s amazing with numbers, but my husband can be a bit slow when it comes to other things.”

“All done,” Adara chirped after pulling off the last garment. “Give me an hour or so, and I’ll have something for you to change into. It’s nearly time to feed the baby so I’ll start on this afterwards.”

“I cannot thank you enough for this,” Adamanta replied, carefully stepping off the stool and starting to don her old clothing. Adara stopped her before she could try to button the skirt, pinning it so the waist wasn’t as tight on her.

“This should keep you until I have one outfit ready for you this evening,” the seamstress told her.

“Valar, that feels a bit better,” the hobbit said, making the others laugh.

“I bet it does,” Adara said, scooping up the clothing. “We should get back before the others think we’ve gotten ourselves lost.”

The women laughed a bit at that, heading back to the chamber where all of them would stay until the residential areas were prepared.

Adamanta spotted Kili pulling Adara to the side, speaking to her quietly, and shrugged, sitting on the bedroll. She picked up a water-skin, sipping from it to refresh herself.

All in all, she was quickly becoming fond of the new arrivals and was happy that they were home where they belonged. The hobbit just hoped that things would continue to go as well as they were.

Author’s End Note - A bit of girl bonding time; it’s a filler but necessary to help things flow a bit. I hope you enjoyed it. Next one will be out soon! ~ Laran
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