Adult-FanFiction.org : Lord of the Rings

A Hobbit's Rescue	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 5698 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Hobbit" nor do I make money from this story.

Chapter List
- 49
- 50
- 51
Author’s Note – I had an interesting time with this chapter and the one following it because of the rituals involved. One thing I have enjoyed about this story is being able to come up with traditions for the dwarrow, and it’s been fun to do.

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

Chapter Fifty – Ereborian Preparations

On the morning of the coronation and affirmation, Kili and Adamanta woke incredibly early. Both had to accompany their family members for purification in preparation for the ceremony that would be conducted before the assembled host of dwarves, men, and elves. She and her husband had greeted the delegation from Mirkwood the day before, ensuring that Thorin didn’t have to interact too much with them as he had a great deal on his mind regarding the coronation.

Kili hurried out of their suite after giving his wife a kiss and when the hobbit didn’t emerge from their rooms, Dis and the other dwarrowdams went in to find the lass huddled over the toilet.

Adara went to put the kettle on while Emali grabbed a warm cloak to wrap the young woman in to help her after her stomach finished purging itself. While this was going on, Dis gently stroked her daughter’s back as Belis wiped the back of her neck with a damp cloth to help calm her down.

“How long before this part stops,” Adamanta croaked, leaning into the older dwarrowdam.

“It’s hard to say,” Emali answered from the door. “It could be a few weeks or could be longer; this is new territory considering this is a mixed race pregnancy.”

Once her stomach calmed down, she rinsed her mouth out and allowed them to walk her into the living room. Adara handed her the tea after Emali ensured she was warm, and the hobbit lass slowly sipped the beverage.

“I didn’t mean to delay everything,” she murmured softly, making Dis shake her head.

“You haven’t,” the eldest dwarrowdam assured the youngest member of her family. “I just hope you can get through the process.”

A small bag was pressed into Adamanta’s hand, making her blink up at Adara.

“It’s candied ginger,” she said to the hobbit. “Pop a piece into your mouth if you start to feel nauseated and suck on it. It’ll help calm your stomach; I used it often during my pregnancies.”

“Thank you,” she said, finishing her tea. “I don’t want to disgrace myself during the affirmation, and I’m already nervous enough about all of this without adding morning sickness to it.”

The women nodded, completely understanding, and Emali gave her a gentle smile.

“We’ll be with you after the three of you go through the purification,” the midwife assured her. “You’ll need help getting ready, and we’re permitted to do so as we’re family.”

“If you’re ready, we should go,” Belis commented, rising to her feet as the other women did the same. “The purification will be a lengthy process.”

Adamanta tucked the bag of candied ginger into her pocket, then followed the women out of her suite and headed to the temple of Mahal. They went in through a side chamber that didn’t join with the main temple and were met by a priestess, who bowed to the women.

“Welcome, my ladies,” she greeted, acknowledging the respectful response from the group. “The men are currently undergoing purification and will be going through the meditation soon. They should be done by the time each of you is ready for that step.”

Adamanta could catch the scent of incense and herbs, going directly for the packet in her pocket and popping a piece of candied ginger into her mouth when her stomach started becoming unsettled. Emali caught the motion and murmured softly in Dis’s ear, concerned for the pregnant hobbit.

“Honored priestess, there is something that needs to be shared but cannot be spoken of until the king makes the announcement,” the princess told the elderly dwarrowdam. “Lady Adamanta is with child and has been suffering through morning sickness. She may not react well to the herbs and incense needed for the purification. Lady Adara and Lady Emali gave her a packet of candied ginger to help her.”

“She’ll be permitted to keep it with her,” the priestess said as usually nothing was allowed into the purification room. The older woman walked to the hobbit, cupping her cheeks and giving her a sweet smile.

“Many blessings upon you, my lady, and may you face this upcoming battle with all the strength the Valar has gifted you,” she said, using the ritual blessing dwarrows gave to their expecting women.

“Thank you, Priestess of Mahal,” Adamanta said, smiling back at her in return.

“The ladies will await you in the chamber to help you get ready,” the priestess assured the trio as they watched while Adara and Emali headed to the room to wait for the other women.

Belis and Adamanta waited in an antechamber as Dis went first, and both remained in quiet contemplation. The hobbit was remembering what she’d been told by Balin to expect when in preparation for this.

Every member of the royal family who had been affirmed before the fall of Erebor would go through a commitment after Thorin’s coronation, and the members who had not been affirmed would go through that as well. It would be a long morning for all of them, and the part they were currently undergoing didn’t count in regards to the time needed for the ceremony for the coronation and affirmation.

Belis was called back for her time with the priestess, leaving the hobbit with her thoughts. She pushed aside her worries, focusing on her prayers to Mahal and Yavanna. Truth was, she wasn’t quite sure what to ask for in regards to what was needed for the people here.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when the priestess came back for her, and she hadn’t realized she’d been sitting there for over two hours. Adamanta rose to her feet, following the dwarf back to a room that was heavy with incense.

The priestess gave her a kind smile, recognizing the signs of nausea before the hobbit did, and spoke softly.

“Take some of the ginger now,” she said. “I’ll lay the bag within reach in case you need it again.”

The blond did as she was instructed, popping a piece of the ginger candy into her mouth and sucking on it. The priestess put the small bag within reach of the bathing pool and motioned for the hobbit to undress as well as taking her hair down completely.

Blushing, Adamanta did as she was instructed and once she was nude, she was guided to the pool. Despite her embarrassment, the lass did not fight as she was bathed and her hair washed, hearing the prayers to Mahal for wisdom and insight for her. She also detected a slight change when the priestess also asked for a safe pregnancy and delivery for her, and the hobbit appreciated that.

Once the bathing ritual was done, she was carefully dried by the priestess and symbols in colorless oil were drawn on her skin with low chanting. It was an older form of Khuzdul that the hobbit couldn’t make out so she remained still and respectful, moving only when told to do so.

A plain white chemise was tugged on and afterwards, the young woman was led into the temple to stand in front of the altar. Once she was alone, Adamanta sank to her knees and looked up at the two statues that depicted Mahal and His wife.

“I will probably repeat myself often, but thank you so very much for bringing Kili back to his family,” she said in a soft, reverent tone. “The homecoming of his mother and sister was that much sweeter because he was there to greet them, and Erebor has seen too much of sorrow to add more to it.”

She was quiet for a moment, pondering on what she should say. This was a time of private dedication and reflection, but Adamanta had no idea what she should say to the Valar.

“I wish I knew what to do or say right now,” the hobbit began. “Balin said that this was a time to show my devotion to the people I will help, but I have to wonder if it shouldn’t be actions that proves it over words. Thorin calls me the voice of common sense and if that’s what I can provide for Erebor, then I hope that I can continue to do so.

“It’s not about me though or any of the rest of us, I think. It’s more about the people the royal family has to protect and guide, and that can’t be easy because it’s a life of service. They’re good hearted people who have accepted a stranger into their midst and greet her so cheerfully no matter how difficult their day has been. I’ve never felt as welcome as I have, and I want to give back to them as much as I can.”

Her voice trailed off, eyes holding a distant expression. There was a lot in her mind and on her heart, and she had no words to really express how she felt.

“They’ve been without a home for so long,” the lass said softly. “I see the wonder on the faces of those born outside of Erebor and simply hope that the wonder and happiness will never fade.

“If I have to ask for something then let it please be that we never forget the tasks set before the Line of Durin, that each generation rules in kindness and wisdom so that the people are given the joyful lives they so richly deserve. Let Your children never forget their past so that mistakes are not repeated and their hearts remain open to plights of others.”

Adamanta remained in the position for a while, head bowed with her hands clasped in her lap as she focused herself to think on the future of Erebor. In her heart, she wanted to see the people who had welcomed her into their midst thrive and be happy. She would do all she could to ensure that would happen.

She was pulled from her thoughts when the priestess gently tapped her shoulder, helping her to her feet and then guiding her into another chamber. This time, Dis, Belis, Emali, and Adara were waiting for her.

The hobbit froze, noticing the apparel her husband’s sister and mother were arrayed in. Dis looked stunning in a gown of silver fabric. It was trimmed around the waist and at the hems of the sleeves and hem of the gown in the dark blue the Durin line favored. Adamanta noticed sapphires worked into the embroidery above the trimming, recognizing the stars that comprised the seal of Durin.

The dwarrowdam’s hair, dark as her brother’s with the same touches of silver at the temples, had been placed into several heavy braids before those braids were pinned into an elegant chignon near the base of her skull. Adamanta could see that the familial and marriage braids had been coiled between the ears and the knot, leaving several inches of the braids loose so the beads could be seen. Her keen eyes also noticed silver wire and sapphires that had been woven into each of the braids.

Dis wore a set of silver and sapphire jewelry that adorned her ears, neck, wrists, and fingers in a tasteful manner that reflected who she was. The dwarrowdam looked like a princess, and Adamanta was stunned before turning her gaze to her sister-in-law.

The blond haired dwarf had been arrayed in a dark blue dress that was cinched with a heavy band of silver and sapphire braid that went from beneath her breasts until the middle of her waist, and the skirts were full as they reached the floor. The flowing sleeves had been cinched above the elbows with the same braid used on the bodice, and the material tugged just right so as to give the upper part of the sleeves a puffed look. The blue fabric also held the stars of Durin in silver along the hem of her gown.

When Belis moved, Adamanta could see lines of embroidery in deeper blue that resembled the knot work that the dwarves were so fond of and she loved how it looked on her sister-in-law.

The fair tresses of the dwarrowdam were pulled back off of her face and placed into two buns, one near the top of her head and the other near the nape. Sapphires glittered against the blond locks, and the hobbit could see the familial braid and the one Belis wore to signify her devotion to her craft had been partially woven into the top bun and then allowed to flow to her shoulders so the beads could be seen by all.

Like her mother, Belis also wore jewelry that matched her dress and she seemed to sparkle much like a princess should.

“You both look beautiful,” Adamanta said, giving them a soft smile.

“Thank you,” Dis replied, gesturing for the hobbit to join her. “It’s time to get you ready as well. By the time we’re done, Kili won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.”

“He barely does so now,” Belis said, making the younger woman blush while the others laugh. “When you’re ready, he’ll be all jealous of anyone who wants to dance with you tonight at the celebration.”

Adamanta dressed in the new small clothes and chemise that Adara had made, and then she stepped into the underdress that would go with the gown Kili had commissioned for this day. The underdress was white with long sleeves that were tight to the wrist. The hobbit was grateful Oin had released her from the splint several days ago because the dress’s sleeves would not have fit otherwise. She noticed a band of sapphire colored embroidery along the edge of the sleeves – two rows of dwarvish knots with a row of honeysuckle in between the rows of knots.

The outer layer of the ensemble was pulled on over the white underdress, and Adara ensured the lacing in the back was done snugly but comfortably.

“I made sure to give you enough room to be able to wear this for a while before the babe grows too large and more clothing will need to be commissioned,” she informed the hobbit before moving in front of her.

The seamstress straightened the long, narrow sleeves to ensure the lines were straight before folding the flaring cuffs back to nearly the middle of the blond haired lass’s forearm. Once Adara was pleased with how things were looking, she added a few extra touches before stepping back to let Emali work on the hobbit.

Adamanta wasn’t allowed to look in the mirror until after the dwarrowdams were done, and she was moved to stand in front of the long looking glass. She gave a quiet sound, not recognizing herself at all.

The over-dress was done in a shade of sapphire blue that her family favored and with the wide cuffs pulled back, she could see silver fabric over her forearms and was visible as the cuffs flowed to mid-thigh. The dress itself was long enough to pool on the ground, hiding her feet. Unlike the gowns the others wore, hers was fairly simple and she was grateful for that.

The there was a small splash of white at her shoulders as the over-dress was cut to give just a hint of it, and that’s when Kili’s influence in the choice of embellishing his wife’s beauty was seen. A broach had been pinned right at the hollow of her collarbone, and it was square engraved with the knot work she had admired on his gear so long ago. In the gaps of the knots, her favorite flower had also been engraved into the silver.

The snug line of the bodice was plain until a belt made of small links identical to the broach was draped along her hips with a larger clasp that matched the rest of the links that settled in the center and had a chain of the link hanging down to mid-thigh.

When Oin had removed her splint, he’d also pierced her ears for her in preparation of today and tiny sapphires gleamed in her lobes. Since they needed time to heal, Kili had chosen the simple earrings as he knew they wouldn’t irritate her but would match his wife’s attire.

Emali had pulled the front portion of her hair back and placed it in a bun at the back of her head, allowing the rest of the blond hair fall to the hobbit’s waist in a waterfall of golden curls. The marriage braid and familial braids were worn free as well and could be seen over her shoulders. The only other embellishment had been an application of kohl on her eyes to make the blue color stand out.

The entire effect was something Adamanta didn’t recognize as she stared into the mirror. While she looked at her reflection in disbelief, the women behind her were discussing the outfit she was wearing.

“I was skeptical at first,” Adara commented. “Kili’s decision on keeping the clothing in rich fabrics and allowing the accessories to dress it up even more was a wise one. The way she’s built, our normal styles would not suit her at all.”

“This was all Kili’s idea,” the hobbit was able to ask, unable to pull her eyes away from her reflection.

“It was,” the seamstress admitted. “I’m not sure where he got the idea for the design of the gown, but it is definitely flattering for you. He gave me a few sketches of what he wanted to see you in for today as well as your everyday attire, and I thought it wouldn’t work but it did. Kili said he would handle the accessories and gave them to me this morning so you’d have them for today.”

Her fingers gently rubbed over the broach, blushing a bit when she realized her husband had taken the extra time to make these pieces for her.

“My bracelet,” Adamanta murmured. “I know it doesn’t go with the silver, but I really don’t like not having it with me.”

Dis scooped it up from the small table, eyeing the piece of jewelry for a moment with an appraising eye.

“He made this at the skin-changer’s home for the token?”

“He did,” she said, letting her mother-in-law place the item back onto her wrist. Since the sleeves were long, the gold bracelet was hidden.

“My son does amazing work,” the oldest princess murmured, eyeing her daughter-in-law. “I can’t wait to see what he’s crafted for his master work.”

“I’m not sure how he had time for those as well as the belt and broach,” Adamanta admitted. “Now that this is done, I hope he’ll slow down some.”

“It’s Kili,” Belis laughed. “He’s rarely still or speechless so I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he sees you.”

“Which means we should be going,” Emali chimed, knowing the hour for the ceremony was drawing close.

“Being late to my brother’s coronation would sorely try his patience. Even I’m not that cruel so we’d best hurry,” Dis laughed before leading the women out of the ante-chamber and leading them to the throne room.

Adamanta was gently nudged as they headed down the halls, and Emali leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Kili has a bag of candied ginger too in case your stomach acts up,” she murmured. “I know the dress doesn’t have pockets so I made sure he had some on hand.”

“Thank you,” the hobbit replied, hoping that her stomach and nerves would behave for all of this. In truth, she was fairly petrified and wasn’t sure if she could get through all of this without messing up.

Author’s End Note - One thing interesting in the movie-verse of “the Hobbit” and “Lord of the Rings” is how different the styles of each race are. Elves and some humans wear the more medieval styles of garb for their women. Hobbit styles are based off of a more recent era in British history, and dwarrowdams seemed to favor a style that looked a mix of Tudor and the era around the reign of Charles. I can’t quite put my finger on it right now, but I wanted to show the differences in styles here. I figured the elvish styles would work better for Adamanta than the dwarrowdam styles, and I think it’s right. Her gown is inspired by this particular picture: http://www.revivalclothing.com/images/view.aspx?productId=41

I hope you enjoy the chapter! ~ Laran
- 49
- 50
- 51
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

A Hobbit's Rescue