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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 one. I’m going to do one more tonight, and that’ll be all for now.

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit,” and I certainly don’t make any money from writing of this story.

Chapter Forty-six – Dwarves Plotting

While the women were out of the chamber to get Adamanta measured, the men settled down to smoke and chat while the stew was simmering. The conversation turned to the future, and Balin looked over at Thorin.

“We need to make some plans,” he told his friend. “We’ve a coronation and affirmations to discuss as well as the trial for those three that Dwalin’s got in the dungeons. I don’t think it’ll be wise to leave them down there for much longer.”

“There’s another important issue that needs handling fairly soon,” Gloin spoke, putting his pipe down for a moment so he could address a concern that had recently come to mind. “Adamanta can’t keep sleeping on the floor for too much longer. One, even with the forge lit, the floor will still hold a chill and we don’t want her to become ill. Two, she’s going to be in mild discomfort at times while the babe grows and that discomfort will happen more often once the child becomes heavy enough to affect her favorite sleeping positions and center of balance. Three, the lass is going to need a place she feels safe enough in for when her emotions become erratic.”

“Problem is that she’ll want the others comfortable first before even thinking of getting chambers selected and refurbished for her and Kili,” Fili pointed out.

“We don’t tell her,” Thorin instructed. “I will talk to Dis and Belis tonight about the situation. Tomorrow, Gloin, you will take one of them and Kili with you to go into the royal wing and see what the damage is there. Kili, I want you to find a suite of rooms that will suit you and Adamanta. After your mother or sister examines the rooms to see what needs to be done to repair any damages, I’ll divert two teams of workers to clean and get the rooms ready for you two to move into. Also make sure the workers get the courtyard garden cleaned up for her; we don’t want her lacking in fresh air and sunlight. As Gloin said, her center of balance will change and the last thing I want is her risking the stairs to the gates every day.”

Kili and Gloin both nodded, agreeing with what the dwarf lord had to say.

“If you let the elf king know what you’re trying to do for Adamanta, he might have a solution for the mattress issue. If he does, I can meet the elves part of the way to get the supplies,” Dwalin offered.

“I’ll send the raven tomorrow morning and ask,” Thorin replied. “I need to send the payment to Lord Elrond regarding the rather large missive I received today. He sent the information we need to treat the land before winter settles fully.”

“That’s good to know,” Bofur said cheerfully. “Means we can get the pile of dragon shit that was moved outside way out of smell range of Erebor. That’ll make the poor guards stuck on gate duty a bit happier; I wouldn’t want to stand out there and smell that for hours on end.”

“Exactly,” the king answered, wrinkling his nose slightly at the reminder of the stench not far from his gates. “As for the trial, Dwalin, are they fairly secure down there?”

“I had Nori try to break out of every cell down there,” the captain of the guard commented. “He told me which one would be difficult for them to get out of, and that’s where we stuck them. They’re not going anywhere until we’re ready for them to do so.”

“Good,” he said to his friend. “The trial can’t happen until the coronation and affirmations are out of the way. As far as when that happens, I’m not sure.”

“Two weeks,” Kili piped up. “I can have everything ready in two weeks, uncle.”

“Everything,” he asked, sounding doubtful. “You just got back on your feet, Kili. How is that even possible?”

“I may have been breaking the rules a bit after Adamanta fell asleep,” the archer admitted, not looking guilty. “I was able to find what I needed in the jewlers’ area and have already started working on the projects.”

“Kili, you foolhardy idiot,” Oin growled. “What if you’d torn something open?”

“I was careful,” the jeweler told his cousin. “There was no way I’d put my wife and family through that kind of worry again, but I also knew that uncle would need this taken care of before the ceremony.”

“No more sneaking off,” Thorin warned him. “Once you see to the task I gave you for tomorrow and get it done, you can focus on getting those items ready. I will make sure someone checks on you frequently as you’re still healing. Do you have the designs with you?”

Kili nodded, handing the book he always kept with him to his uncle. He watched as Thorin looked over the pages with the designs, hoping that the older dwarf would find his ideas acceptable. This was very important to him and not just because this was his master project.

“Kili, these are beautiful,” the king told his nephew, handing the book back to him. “I cannot wait to see these come to life beneath your hands. You’ve got several designs each for your mother, sister, and wife. Have you chosen which to give to them for the coronation and affirmation?”

“I have,” he answered. “The others I’ll make when I have time so they can have different pieces to choose from depending on the event. I know, after the coronation, I’ll be given duties to take care of but I want to get the important pieces done now.”

“You’ll have the time,” he promised the youngest of his sister’s sons. “Balin, will that give you enough time to plan everything?”

“It will,” his cousin answered.

“As much as I would like to be here for the coronation, I need to leave in a few days if I’m to return to the Iron Hills before the first winter storm,” Dain told him, looking at the other dwarf lord. “My wife and son are good regents, but I do not wish to be parted from them for the length of the winter season.”

“You will be missed, but I do understand,” Thorin told him. “I hope you will visit us again, cousin.”

“Of course I will,” the lord of the Iron Hills responded. “The first of the next generation of the line of Durin is arriving in spring or summer, and my wife and I will wish to be here to celebrate that. Once Meira finds out about Adamanta, she’ll be badgering me to make the trip so she can meet her.”

“You’ll always be welcome,” the king replied, knowing his cousin’s wife was much like Dis in getting her way. “It might not hurt to have her send Adamanta a message; they might become friends while writing each other.”

“It’s a good way to get her to start meeting more of our family,” Fili agreed. “I don’t envy the ravens though because I’ve seen how long Cousin Meira’s letters can be when she writes Mum.”

“Might be the distraction the lass will need,” Bifur commented. “The later she gets in her pregnancy, the more free time Adamanta will have and letter writing might be a good way to keep her busy without putting too much stress on her.”

“I have a few ideas for that too,” Ori said softly, breaking his silence. He’d been leaning into Fili while listening to the conversation.

“How so,” Dori asked his brother, pleased that he’d spoken up. They’d been working with the scribe on his shyness as that wasn’t a quality a future consort needed, and the brothers didn’t want Ori to be used by those who would want personal gain.

“She’s spoken of wanting to learn more of the stories we have about our Maker’s wife. I thought she might find it enjoyable to read it for herself; we’ve been working on reading and writing our language. Given she’s a quick study, Adamanta will be ready to read the tales by the time she has to limit her activities.”

“Which reminds me,” Thorin said to his nephew’s One. “I haven’t forgotten about the library. Once we’re able to focus on non-essential areas, I want you to oversee the cleaning and restructuring of the library. You and Balin would be the best ones to get it ready for use again.”

“I’d be happy to,” Ori said to the king, giving him a smile as he did so.

Any further discussion was tabled when the women returned, and Kili got up to speak to Adara regarding something that had come to mind. The archer pulled her out of hearing range and looked at his new family member.

“I have payment for the fabric and your time,” he said, pressing a small pouch of gold into her hand.

“According to Adamanta, we’re family,” Adara told him. “I’ll take payment for the fabric but not for my time. Your family has adopted mine, and I’m grateful to you for that. I don’t charge family for work I do for them.”

“Take what you need for the fabric then,” Kili said, giving her a smile. “Also too, I need to place a special order. She’s going to need a dress for the coronation and affirmation. I’m not sure about Mum and Belis, but I’m certain they’ll ask you if they need anything. I just know Adamanta won’t think of it so I’d like to ensure she has something for the event.”

“Is there anything I should know regarding any embroidery that needs to be done for the gown,” she asked the prince.

“She’s very fond of flowers and also of certain knot work patterns we use,” Kili told her, sharing the flowers and the designs his wife had expressed a liking of.

“I can work with that,” the seamstress told him. “Dis and Belis are set for court attire so it’s just Adamanta that will need something. I’ll make sure the outfit emphasizes her beauty,” she promised, making him smile.

“Thank you, Adara,” he said, beaming for a moment before joining his wife on their bedroll.

“Plotting mischief, my Kili,” the hobbit asked, making him give her a bit of a playful pout.

“Why do you always think I’m plotting something,” he asked, enjoying the silly banter between them. He wrapped an arm around her when she answered.

“Usually because you are,” she told him, grinning at him before snuggling into him.

“Are you all right,” Kili queried, seeing the fatigue behind her smile.

“Just tired,” Adamanta reassured him. “Emali says it’s normal, but I’m not used to it.”

“Lay down and rest for a while,” the archer told his wife. “I’ll wake you when it’s time to eat.”

She didn’t argue, simply laying down and putting her head on his lap. The tired hobbit drifted to sleep with the comforting feeling of his fingers in her hair after he’d loosened her main braid to let her hair flow freely.

Author’s End Note – Well, looks like the men will be taking care of their favorite hobbit. Let’s hope she lets them, lol. See you on the next one. ~ Laran
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