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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 second chapter in this batch. I really enjoyed writing this one and hope you all find this chapter to your liking!

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

Chapter Forty-nine – Moving Day

Time moved fairly quickly in the mountain and a few days before the coronation, the suite of rooms Kili had picked out was ready for the couple to move into. There had been a slight delay in moving them into the suite because Belis had reminded Gloin and her mother that the midwife needed to be closer at hand and since there was no telling when the rest of the family would move into the royal wing, Gloin’s family would need to be moved into the wing at the same time Kili and Adamanta did. Emali had not protested, wanting to be close by in case of any problems the hobbit might have.

Kili was already awake the morning they were to take possession of their suite, sipping at a cup of hot tea and talking softly with Gloin and Bombur. He heard Adamanta wake and was about to greet his wife when she quickly rose off of the bedroll, hurrying to the facilities that were connected to the chamber. She had a small hand pressed to her mouth as she ran, and the archer looked towards the two dwarves beside him.

“Is she all right,” he asked the pair, sounding worried.

“Another joy of pregnancy,” Bombur quipped, getting a fresh tea kettle ready to heat water up while Gloin raided his wife’s herbal pouch. “Sometimes it causes the mother’s stomach to be unsettled. How long it lasts depends on the pregnancy so you’ll have to be patient with her and help her whenever she gets sick.”

“I’ll make sure Emali gives you what Adamanta will need for when this happens,” Gloin reassured him. “Brew the tea for her and once she’s finished being ill, have her rest and drink it slowly. We’ll take care of this for now so you go and look after her. A cool cloth against the back of her neck will do wonders,” the dwarf advised.

Kili picked up a clean cloth, hurrying into the facilities in time to hear his wife retching as she leaned over the toilet. He ran water over the fabric, wringing it out before moving to Adamanta’s side. After moving the braid aside, the archer laid the cool cloth against the back of her neck and rubbed her back soothingly with his free hand.

The hobbit was sick several more times before she slumped against him, letting him hold her up. He pressed a soft kiss to her hair, keeping the cloth against her skin, and she gave a quiet sigh.

“I have no idea what happened,” she murmured, sounding tired already.

“From what I understand, Bombur and Gloin seemed to think it’s a normal part of pregnancy,” he said to her, still rubbing her back. “They’re making something to help settle your stomach.”

“This will sound odd coming from a hobbit, but the idea of food doesn’t sound appealing right now. I just want my stomach to calm down,” she admitted.

“Considering you’ve just been ill, I don’t think it sounds odd at all,” he murmured in her ear, kissing her temple. “Let’s get you off of this floor, shall we?”

With his help, Adamanta was able to stand and he led her to the sink, letting her rinse her mouth out before gently wiping her face down for her. Once he was satisfied she was all right, Kili led her out of the facilities and back towards their bedroll.

After she was settled, Gloin handed her a mug, which she accepted with a bit of trepidation. He caught the look on her face and was quick to reassure her.

“This is an herbal blend meant for sickness like this,” the dwarf told her. “It’s not unusual for a dam to feel this way for a time while pregnant.”

“It’s not unusual,” she asked, mentally wishing her mother had been able to explain things like this before she had passed.

“No, Adamanta, not unusual at all,” he said, realizing that the lass knew less about pregnancy than he thought she did and mentally reminding himself to make sure his wife had a long talk with her about what to expect.

“Go ahead and sip this slowly,” Gloin continued, not giving any hint to his thoughts. “I’ll have Emali check on you in a bit.”

The hobbit nodded, slowly taking a sip of her tea. She could taste a bit of ginger mixed in with a few other herbs, and her stomach slowly began to calm down.

Kili could see the difference on her face when the nausea began to subside, and he was grateful that Bombur and Gloin had known what to do. He would definitely make sure that this mixture was on hand as he hated to see her suffer like this. The archer made a mental note to sit down with his cousin to find out what he could expect during his wife’s pregnancy since he was woefully unprepared to help her.

“Feeling better,” Dis asked, taking a seat beside her daughter-in-law.

“I think so,” she murmured, finishing the tea and relinquishing the empty mug to Kili. Her husband had taken it from her, not letting her argue about helping with chores.

“Good,” the dwarrowdam answered, handing her a bit of bread to nibble on. “This will be light enough for your stomach right now, and we can feed you something heavier once you feel up to eating later. Now, we’ve a surprise for you.”

Adamanta paused in taking a small bite, looking over at her husband’s mother. She and the company looked way too proud of themselves, and it made her wonder what they’d been up to. Something about this worried her, and she managed to keep her voice from quavering too badly when she addressed them.

“What have you done,” she asked, making Bofur laugh.

“Nothing too bad, lass,” he said, grinning at her. “Now, let’s go show her the surprise, shall we?”

Fili helped her to her feet, and Dori escorted her to the door. With her back to them, the hobbit couldn’t see as the company gathered up her belongings while Kili did the same with his own. The packs were kept hidden as the group left the room they’d all been using and headed towards the royal wing.

While Adamanta slowly nibbled on the bread she’d been given as she was led to wherever it was they were going, the company teased and laughed about various things. Good memories of their lives here before the dragon were shared, and she smiled at each story that was offered up.

Her blue eyes widened and stared as they stopped in front of the massive doors that marked the entry point into the royal wing. The sapphire and silver over the darkened metal seemed to glow in the torchlight, and she managed to swallow the last bite of bread before speaking.

“They’re rather big, aren’t they?”

“We dwarves don’t do anything small,” Nori joked, making her shake her head.

“Once a lever is thrown, these doors will become immoveable and will protect the royal family during emergencies,” Thorin told her quietly. “Each suite inside has an exit that allows the family to leave should the situation require it after the doors have been activated. This is, without a doubt, one of the safest locations in Erebor.”

“Smart,” she murmured, watching as Dis easily pushed the doors open.

It seemed amazing to her that something so massive could be opened that easily, but she didn’t say a word while she led through the doors and down an incredibly long corridor. The passage way was fairly well lit, but it was a bit odd to see something so long and not have dwarves passing her as they went about their daily lives.

Before she could comment, Adamanta blinked when the group emerged into the courtyard. She slowly spun, eyeing the space around her.

When the work crews had found out that the hobbit needed sunlight and fresh air to stay healthy and learned that the king was giving this area to her for her garden, quite a few teams had volunteered to stay late and clean the courtyard out completely while several dwarves who knew the mirror system had gotten the mirrors in the walls repaired.

The beds had been completely cleared out, leaving a blank canvass for Adamanta to work with, and the ruined furniture had been removed. The fountains, drains, and irrigation system had been repaired and cleaned. The sound of running water filled the large courtyard, making the group relax at the tranquil sound.

“When time allows, we’ll have furniture made so the courtyard gardens can be enjoyed,” Thorin told her. “But this is yours to work in, Adamanta. A safe place to enjoy sunlight and your plants without fear.”

The hobbit gave him a bright smile, giving him a huge hug, and the king laughed, hugging her back. He was pleased with her reaction and knew this would be a source of joy for her.

“Make a list of what you want for the garden, and I’ll make sure you have it in time for planting,” he promised, chuckling at the soft thank you he’d gotten from his niece. “We’ll make sure you have help for the tilling and the like, just as your old gardener did for you each time for planting.”

“Thank you,” she whispered again, sounding a bit tearful.

“Kili and I both were plotting about this since we discovered you need sunlight to thrive and be healthy,” Thorin told her. “Now, this is only part of what your surprise is.”

“Only part,” she asked, letting him go and wrapping an arm around her husband in silent thanks.

The archer smiled, keeping an arm around her shoulders as Dis answered the question the hobbit had asked the group.

“Only part,” she confirmed, grinning as the group led the hobbit to a door with a trio of smoky colored topazes set in the corners of the frame.

Kili could feel the tension settle in his wife’s body as the door was opened, and it grew as they entered the suite. He bit back a groan, having a very good idea of what his One was getting upset over and hoping that the others would be able to fend off the argument that was brewing.

Adamanta shook her head when they stopped in the living room, realizing what had been done. Everything was spotless, decorated in warm colors with a simple feel that was so very welcoming. A part of her wanted to be so grateful for what her family had done, but she’d not wanted this until the residents of Erebor were no longer crammed into large chambers.

Dori spotted the look on her face and decided to forestall the argument that was about to happen.

“Adamanta, I know you wanted to wait until everyone had a place before moving into a suite but you can’t keep sleeping on the ground for too much longer,” the silver haired dwarf began. “The further you progress into your pregnancy, the more you are going to need the physical comfort these rooms will provide you.”

“He’s right, lass,” Gloin told her. “Your center of gravity will change, and sleeping on the ground will make it difficult for you to find rest. If you continue to sleep where you are, it will cause you to hurt more as your body adjusts to the babe as he grows.”

“You’ll also want some privacy because pregnancy plays with your emotions,” Adara told her, leaning against Bombur as she spoke to the lass. “This is important, Adamanta, and no one will ever think you’re putting your needs ahead of the others.”

“Especially once the pregnancy is announced,” Fili said to his sister quietly. “You need your own place to prepare for the baby, and we’re meeting that need. We’ve also gotten a suite ready for Gloin and his family; this way Emali is close by for when you need her.”

Kili felt her shake for a moment and tugged her close, resting his cheek against hers to comfort her while the others continued to explain why they had done this for her.

“You’re family, little sister, and we take care of our own,” Belis told her, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to the hobbit’s forehead. “You took a chance on that silly brother of mine and made him so very happy, and that’s something we’ve hoped and prayed for since he came of age. He adores you, and we can tell you do the same for him. His happiness is so very important to us, and we love you for the gifts you’ve given to him and our family. So when we realized your needs, we made sure they were met and are happy to do so.”

Tears filled her eyes as she looked at her new sister, heart so full of emotion at Belis’s words.

“Why don’t you go take a look around,” Dwalin suggested, hoping this would diffuse the emotional tension for the moment. He cleared his throat once, watching as the hobbit lass began meandering through the suite.

Adamanta found quite a few rooms to be empty, waiting for decisions by her and Kili as to what should be done with them. Their bedroom was simply done but beautiful, warm colors in the fabrics that lined the four-poster bed and the coverings on the bed. Comfortable rugs lined the floors of the rooms that had been decorated, but what made her pause were the framed drawings that hung over the mantel in the living room and bedroom.

It was obvious Ori had spent what little free time he had on these projects, and they made her heart ache with emotion as she examined each one.

In their room, a scene where the two had been sparring together and both had broken into laughter when Kili had tripped over her misplaced foot. The two of them were smiling at each other, eyes alight as they shared in the laughter. Other pictures of the pair together were hung in the room as well, simple snapshots of time spent as friends and later as husband and wife.

The center piece over the mantel in the living room brought tears to her eyes. The larger picture was of their wedding day, drawn and colored from memory, and it was when Kili had been braiding the marriage braid into her hair. The joy in his eyes made her heart throb with the happiness of the memory, and she could see the shy delight in her own.

What really drew the emotion from her were the two portraits that flanked the marriage picture. Her mother and father had been sketched out, looking just like the small pictures that she wore in her mother’s locket.

“How,” she managed to ask, tears slipping down her cheeks.

“Remember when I borrowed your locket to copy the design for a project you and I discussed,” Kili asked, then continued when she nodded. “I loaned it to Ori for that day so he could draw out some rough sketches of the pictures in the locket.”

“Once I got all of the pictures done for your home, I gave them to Bifur. He and Bofur carved the frames for them so they’ll be protected,” the scribe said, then gave a soft sound when the weeping hobbit threw herself into his arms.

“You’re welcome,” he soothed, finally making out the words of gratitude that were nearly strangled from the force of her tears.

Her family gently soothed her where they could, kind words coming from each of them, and when she calmed down, she could only burst into giggles when she opened the wrapped package Thorin had given her.

“I’ll be making you a full cookware set later,” he promised. “I had a promise to keep and didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten.”

The giggles were watery sounding at first and grew in strength when Adamanta’s present revealed to be a well-made frying pan. The outer edges were engraved with her favorite flower, and the inside held runes. She tilted it to the light, and Balin managed to read them aloud before joining her in laughter.

“To keep the Line of Durin on the true path so that they will listen to their ‘Voice of Reason.’ Oh Mahal, Thorin,” he gasped, doubling over in laughter.

Fili tapped the bottom of it with his knuckles, then winced when he realized just how sturdy his uncle had made it. Despite being light enough for Adamanta to use, it wouldn’t take damage easily.

“This is hard enough for Mum to crack over Dwalin’s head at full strength and not dent it,” he said, eyes huge. “This means we’re going to need to make sure to listen to our hobbit.”

“So when do we get one,” Dis and Belis asked in unison, turning eyes to Thorin.

“Never,” he managed to say through his own laughter. “You two hit hard enough on your own without needing a pan to help you.”

The answer had them all laughing hard at their antics, and Adamanta leaned into her husband. Her heart was overflowing with joy and gratitude, and she silently sent a wordless expression of her emotions to the Valar who had blessed them.

Author’s End Note - And there’s the pan Thorin promised her! I wound up giggling when it appeared; I hadn’t planned on it at the time, but now it’s the perfect spot for it to show up. Onto the next one! ~ Laran
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