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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 – This will be the last chapter in today’s batch and there will be more updates tomorrow since I have a LOT to get posted between now and the 20^th. I hope everyone enjoyed today’s chapters! This one is a long one but was a lot of fun to write.

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

Chapter Fifty-one – Oaths of the Royal Family

The group went into a small ante-chamber that was attached to the throne room, and the women found the men were waiting for them. Each of the males of the company, who had been given noble status and titles soon after retaking Erebor, were dressed and groomed neatly.

Adamanta, who was somewhat hidden behind the dwarrowdams due to her smaller height, was able to see Thorin, Fili, and Kili dressed in the blue and silver that was traditional for their family. All three were attired in dark blue trousers and tunic, and each had leather belts with silver embellishments around their waists.

Unlike his nephews, Thorin wore a leather and fur coat with the seal of Durin over his heart and the garment reached his knees, flowing easily with every move he made. He looked very much like the king he was born to be, and Adamanta found herself in awe of her uncle, brother-in-law, and husband for the regal aura they seemed to give off.

All three of them wore their hair neatly brushed with the braids easily seen against the free flowing hair, and the hobbit could easily see the ring she had given Kili on his finger, the only adornment he had chosen outside of the beads he wore for his braids.

The elder Durin noticed his sister and moved towards her, kissing her cheek as he greeted her and doing the same for Belis. He looked around a moment, missing one particular female member of his family.

“Where is Adamanta?”

All eyes were on the group as Emali and Adara went to their husbands and with the space now available, the hobbit was finally seen. Thorin and Fili shared pleased smiles with Dis and Belis, but it was Kili’s reaction that had the dwarrowdams giggling.

The youngest Durin male was staring at his wife with a look that was both stunned and possessive, and he couldn’t utter a single word, much as his mother and sister had predicted. It took him a few moments before he pulled himself together, going to his wife and taking her hands in his. Kili pressed soft kisses to the knuckles of each hand before looking into the hobbit’s eyes.

“You look utterly radiant,” he murmured softly, making her blush at the compliment.

Adamanta wasn’t able to comment as there was a warning from Balin, who had been keeping an eye on the proceedings in the throne room.

“They’re ready,” the advisor commented, watching as the bulk of the company headed out to take their seats in the front of the throne room.

Once they were in place, Fili escorted his mother into the throne room and to the front row where the royal family was to sit. Behind him, Kili escorted both his wife and sister, getting them comfortable before taking his own seat.

The High Priest of Mahal faced the audience, raising his hands as he greeted the crowd. Despite the solemnity of the occasion, there was a twinkle of joy in the green eyes of the male that spoke of his happiness to be doing this ceremony.

“Welcome, Children of Mahal and honored guests,” he began, voice carrying easily in the massive chamber. “Today, we have come full circle to bring the heir of Durin back to the throne of Erebor. Our prince has long toiled for the good of his people, focusing on ensuring our survival, and set himself to keep a promise his family made after we lost our home.”

Adamanta drew in a slow breath, letting it out as the priest continued. There was a lot of incense burning, and her stomach was doing the churning thing again. Her husband heard the soft sound and after meeting her eyes, patted his pocket in silent question. He handed her the bag after she nodded, looking worried about her. He tucked it back into the pocket after she popped a piece of candied ginger into her mouth, and he slid his hand into hers to offer comfort.

“Due to heritage, honor, deeds, and loyalty to his people, we summon Thorin II, son of Thrain, son of Thror, known to all as Oakenshield to stand before his people and accept the birthright he has waited so long to claim.”

There was the sound of doors opening as well as the quiet hush of people shifting to see the new king coming towards the throne. Thorin was flanked on either side by Dwalin and Balin, who were there as both a sign of support as well as a form of honor guard.

The three of them walked up the steps to the throne, and Thorin took two more steps before halting in front of the priest. He sank to his knees, facing both the priest and throne, and his eyes locked with those of the priest.

The language shifted to an ancient form of Khuzdul and Kili quietly interpreted for his wife, who didn’t know the older form.

“Since the time of Durin the Deathless, his line has knelt before Mahal and sworn themselves to see to the good of their people, to lead them in times of joy and darkness, and to ensure the teachings of our Father is never forgotten. You kneel here now in the place of your fathers, upholding the oaths you swore to your people when our home was taken from us, and now it is time to swear yourself in front of Mahal, your family, and those you would lead.

“Do you swear to protect your people and our home, giving all that you can give to ensure the safety of those you lead?”

“By the name of my fathers and before Mahal, I do so swear,” Thorin answered in the same archaic form of Khuzdul.

“Do you promise to ensure the words of our Father are taught to each generation, leading them in the paths they are meant to take? To provide for them and ensure a fruitful life?”

“Before Mahal, I give my promise freely and with utter commitment,” the head of the Durin line replied, voice full of sincerity.

“Will you ensure that the mistakes made by your forefathers within these very halls will never again be committed? Ensure the health of our mountain home so that our Father will never have cause to punish us again?”

“I will ensure it,” Thorin told him, knowing the priests had been spreading the revised story of why the dragon had attacked. Adamanta’s role in ensuring the future king and his heirs understood the sins of their forefathers had also been spoken of, bolstering her popularity a great deal.

“Before Mahal, your kin, our Father’s children, and honored guests, we will hear your vow of commitment to serve as the king of Erebor,” the priest instructed.

“I, Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, do willingly swear this vow before all assembled. Never again will our people go hungry and friendless, never again will the House of Durin fail its people. I promise on my life, soul, blood, and honor to ensure that the dwarrow of Durin’s Folk will grow in number, prosperity, and wisdom. I will lead my people with honor, love, and respect, and I will uphold the laws our Father has passed down onto us. I swear to Erebor, our mother and home, that She will be loved and respected. Before Mahal and His loving wife, I give this vow freely and without any reservation.”

Balin moved to the small table near the throne, picking up the new crown of Erebor. The advisor had agreed with Thorin and Dis when the conversation regarding the symbol of authority had come about some time before the company had left Ered Luin. The old one, even if they would be able to find it in the chaos that was the treasury, was tainted by memories of death, destruction, and madness, and the new start for their people would be symbolized by the new crown.

He’d been a bit leery about Kili being the one to design and construct it but now that the item was in his hands, Balin knew that Thorin had been right to entrust his nephew with the task.

The new crown was constructed from mithril, which was no easy feat considering the strength of the metal and how difficult it could be to work with. The circlet was heavy and solid, and Kili had seamlessly placed four squares of the same metal at certain points that were equally distant from each other on the crown. The square plates had been turned so one point was up and the other down and due to the positioning on the circlet, when the crown was placed on Thorin’s head, two of the plates would rest against his temples.

The mithril plates had been engraved with a beautiful representation of Erebor with the crown and seven stars of Durin above the tip of the Lonely Mountain and the symbol of the pact with the ravens below the mountain. While that was impressive, Kili had also engraved the laws of Mahal into the circlet, forming a row of tiny runes at the top and bottom of the band of metal.

It was a gorgeous representation of the love Kili had for his family and new home, and Balin was very proud of the young dwarf for creating such a symbol for his uncle. Some might call it simple but none would ever deny the beauty of the new crown nor the skill it took to set such intricate detail into metal as unforgiving and stubborn as mithril could be.

Balin passed the crown to the priest, who blessed the symbol of Thorin’s rule before placing it onto the new king’s head. Both advisor and cleric bowed to the new ruler of Erebor before the priest called out to the assembled group.

“The king has returned and is now in his rightful place. I present to you, Thorin II Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain!”

At the announcement, Thorin rose and turned, facing the people congregated in his throne room. His guests bowed, showing respect, while the children of Mahal sank to one knee to show their allegiance to their new king. His sharp eyes spotted his family on their knees as well, head bowed to him.

“My people, my friends, it is good to be home,” he called out to them, giving them the signal to resume their seats. “Our journey has been long and difficult, but Mahal and His wife have guided us to safety. My family has worked hard to ensure our survival, and it is now time to show my gratitude to them for all they have done.

“Each member of my company was given a title and noble status, but I have not been able to show how much I am grateful to the members of my immediate family before now. As I do so, I will be able to return to traditions long since set aside due to our separation from the spirit of our home.”

There was a low rumble of approval, and Thorin continued while the priest joined the audience. Balin stayed beside the table while Dwalin waited at the foot of the stairs to maintain his protection of his king.

“Though my sister was affirmed after her birth here in Erebor, we felt it fitting to allow her a chance to renew her commitment to our home and people. My sister has been my strength when the darkness seemed too heavy to fight through and was my light at all times. She fought the noble battle women fight three different times, providing a future for the House of Durin, and then she stepped back to allow her sons to follow me when I set out to reclaim our home. All of this she has done, and I now can pay her the honor is she due. Dis, daughter of Thrain, please approach.”

The princess stepped into the center of the aisle and walked towards the throne, mounting the steps with ease. Once before her brother, the dwarrowdam sank to her knees and looked up to view the love and respect in her king’s eyes.

“Princess Dis, you were born and affirmed here within Erebor, becoming one of Her treasured daughters. I ask you now if you will continue to aid me in doing what is right for our people and home, to ensure the mistakes of the past are not repeated, and that the future generations are given the home they so richly deserve?”

“I shall, King Thorin,” she answered, voice carrying easily. “I swear my fealty and devotion to you, my king and my brother, and shall endeavor to ensure that your rule is just and honorable. By my life and honor, so I do commit myself to your cause.”

All of the dwarves could hear the soft song of joy from the mountain when Her daughter recommitted herself to serving her people and ensuring the past would not be repeated. Thorin, who also heard it, couldn’t help but smile as he accepted her oath and placed the tiara Kili had created for her upon her head.

The small crown was crafted from wire of mithril, and sapphires had been strung upon it. It gave the appearance of being made entirely of gems and not metal, and it suited the dwarrowdam quite well.

The king helped his sister to her feet, kissing her cheek before allowing her to take her place on the dais beside him. He turned his gaze back to the assembled people and continued.

“The first of my sister-sons devoted himself to family, following in my footsteps when he realized that my craft called to him, and despite his seriousness regarding his duty, he delighted in ensuring that my days were full of pranks and laughter. There were many times I did not appreciate it then but looking back on them, I certainly do now.”

Most of the dwarves, who knew of the pranks that the sons of Dis often pulled, gave a warm laugh at the joke from their king. The monarch chuckled and continued.

“When I put out the call for volunteers, he was one of the first to step up and offer his sword so that our home could be reclaimed. I felt both great pride and fear when I accepted it, and I am even more proud of him today than I was on the evening he swore himself to the cause.

“My sister-son put himself into danger to protect me during the Battle of Five Armies and fought alongside his loved ones to ensure the safety of our family. He took a serious injury when he defended both his brother and myself, showing his love for his family is deeper than the veins of ore within the mountain we call home.”

There was a look of loving pride on his face when he called out for his nephew, and it was heard in his voice whenever the king spoke about his eldest sister-son.

“Fili, son of Princess Dis, come forward.”

The blond haired Durin stepped out into the aisle and headed towards his uncle. Like his mother, he knelt in front of the king and kept eye contact. Though he hid his smile, his eyes were smiling back at the elder Durin when he spotted the light of joy in the dark blue gaze.

“Fili, you were born outside of Erebor, a stranger to Her song and a newcomer to Her spirit. Do you hear Her now?”

Fili was quick to answer that, having happily become used to the hum of the stones around him. It was something he didn’t want to lose and now understood part of his mother’s and uncle’s distaste for the sound of the stone in Ered Luin. The song of Erebor was richer and incredibly beautiful.

“I do,” he replied to him.

“As a member of the Line of Durin, it will be your task to aid me in every way, to heed the counsel given to us and advise me where it is needed. As my heir, you will be tasked to learn the duties of the King Under the Mountain so that when I am called to the halls of our Father, you will be ready to stand where I am now and lead our people into a bright future.

“Will you stand beside me to ensure that the Children of Mahal are protected, guided, and taught the laws our Father has set forward? That our home will be protected and kept safe so that the dwarrow of Durin’s Folk need never be homeless again?”

“I will stand at your side, King Under the Mountain, and aid you in all ways to ensure our people and home are taken care of as they truly deserve to be. I swear my fealty unto you, my king and uncle, and I will do everything in my power to ensure your reign is just and strong. I will learn your craft so that when Mahal summons you to His halls, I will be ready to ensure your work for our people continues,” Fili said to his uncle, voice ringing with honesty. “By my life and honor, I do so commit myself to your cause.”

When his words had finished echoing in the chamber, those connected to the mountain could hear the song of joy reverberating through the stone become richer. Erebor had heard the prince’s words and judged them to be true, and the music the dwarves could hear proved that She was pleased with the way the royal family was taking shape.

Thorin accepted the circlet from Balin, spying the braided strands that held two small square plates turned on an angle identical to what was on his own crown. On the plates, the Lonely Mountain was etched onto it as well as the symbol for Durin above the peak and the raven pact below it. It was the perfect symbol for the crown prince, and the king was proud of his youngest sister-son for this.

The circlet was placed upon the young dwarf’s brow, and Thorin’s voice held an echo of the joy that could be heard in the song of Erebor.

“I affirm your place amongst the royal family and declare before Erebor and this assembled host that you are Crown Prince Fili Swiftblade, heir to the Line of Durin and future King Under the Mountain.”

When Fili rose to his feet, his uncle clasped a hand behind his nephew’s head and brought their foreheads together in a sign of affection. There was a roar of approval from the crowd, which became even louder when the crown prince took his place beside his uncle’s throne.

Once the noise in the throne room died down, Thorin began again, voice still full of pride as he spoke of the next member to be affirmed.

“The second of my sister-sons has been a source of pride, laughter, and the occasional headache to me,” the king said, eyes flashing to his sister for a moment and moved back after she nodded when she heard his next words. “I have often watched him and am reminded of my own brother as my sister-son carries a lot of his looks and mannerisms in many ways.

“He chose a different path from warriors of our kind, following the way of the bow as his primary weapon, and though it caused a great deal of worry for both his mother and myself, I can speak truly now that I have never been so grateful for his stubbornness in pursuing that path.”

Thorin took a breath, eyes skimming along the audience as he did so. Judging from the expressions on the faces of the assembled dwarves, humans, and elves, it was obvious they were appreciative of Kili’s determination to master the bow too.

“Like his eldest brother, he freely swore his bow and sword to me when word reached him of the quest and I accepted it without reservation. Since then, my sister-son has proven to be a source of pride as he fought to defend the company with everything within him. His keen eye protected us many a time and, thanks to a gift from our neighbor, it was his shot that brought down the reign of Smaug.

“It was his sharp mind that asked the right questions when the discussion regarding our home was held while taking sanctuary in Rivendell, enabling our companion to bring out thoughts that put us on the right path concerning Erebor.

“During the Battle of Five Armies, it was his arrow that ended the life of the one who had hunted the House of Durin for too long and once that had been done, he defended his brother and me, taking an injury that we feared he would never recover from. It was only by the Will of Mahal and the Grace and Love of Yavanna that he returned to us,” the king said, voice tight.

“Kili, son of Princess Dis, come forward.”

The dark haired nephew did as instructed, moving towards his uncle. Once he’d mounted the steps and knelt in front of his uncle, the monarch continued.

“Kili, you were born outside of Erebor, a stranger to Her song and a newcomer to Her spirit. Do you hear Her now?”

“I hear Her,” the archer answered, voice showing a touch of awe at the joyful melody that was coming from the stones.

“As a member of the Line of Durin, it will be your responsibility to act as advisor to the king and heir, reminding us to listen when something comes to your attention that will need our consideration. You will be asked to learn as your brother is so that you will be his support when the time comes to succeed me and take the throne.

“Will you stand beside me and your brother to ensure that the Children of Mahal are protected, guided, and taught the laws our Father has set forward?”

“I will stand at your side, King Under the Mountain, and aid you and my brother in all ways to ensure our people are taken care of as they truly deserve to be. I swear my fealty unto you, my king and uncle, and I will do everything in my power to ensure your reign is just and strong. I will protect you, my brother, our home, and our people with everything I have to give,” Kili swore to his uncle. “By my life and honor, I do so commit myself to your cause.”

Erebor heard his words and judged them as sincere because the melody took on even richer tones that made the dwarves shiver. It brought a smile to Thorin’s face as he accepted the next circlet from his advisor, placing the simple braided mithril band on his nephew’s head.

“I affirm your place amongst the royal family and declare before Erebor and this assembled host that you are Prince Kili Dragonsbane, heir to the Line of Durin.”

As he had with his eldest sister-son, when Kili rose to his feet, Thorin rested his forehead against his nephew’s to show his affection for the youngest male of the Durin line. He was so very proud of him, and his heart was full of emotion.

Once Kili took his place beside his brother, the king spoke again and the audience could see just how deeply all of this was affecting him.

“My sister surprised all of us when she announced her last pregnancy, and I recall Krili being so very excited over it. We lost him just months into it, and I stepped in to provide what strength I could to assist her while keeping her two scamps out of the way when she needed to rest. The gift I was handed when Dis was victorious in her battle was one I could never have foreseen and was humbled by the generosity of Mahal and His wife. A sister-daughter was placed into my hands and, like with her brothers, I have not been able to stop thanking our Father for the precious gift of her life.

“She has devoted herself to her craft and works alongside her mother to ensure the community continues to grow safely and despite the deep desire to accompany her brothers, she remained at her mother’s side to assist Princess Dis in governing Ered Luin. Like her mother’s, her voice is one I have come to rely on.”

Thorin called Belis out and heard her vows, feeling his heart swell with emotion even more when he heard her words as well as the sound of Erebor’s approval. He placed the mithril and sapphire tiara onto her head, taking a brief second to admire how the gems had been worked into the heavy bands of metal, and then kissed her cheek after she rose to her feet.

Once his niece had taken her place with her mother and brothers, the king drew in a slow breath. Speaking of the last member of his family would not be easy considering just how much she had done to aid his people, but it needed to be done so that Erebor could judge her actions and words.

“Thirteen of us gathered in Bree to meet with the wizard who set me on the path of reclaiming Erebor,” he began. “While there, Tharkûn received a message that would change everything for our quest. Upon hearing of the problem, I accompanied him to the Shire and met a small family. The father was dying and pressed Tharkûn to fulfil a promise he had made to the parents years ago to ensure that their only child would be taken safely from the Shire and allowed to make her own life choices.

“I left the Shire sharing the responsibility of guardianship of a hobbit lass with Tharkûn, and I was unsure of what needed to be done for her. Although the girl had just come of age, she was kept ignorant of a lot of details as her former home does not hold women in the same light as our people do. In truth, a large part of me wanted to take her to my sister and hope that Dis would be able to teach her the true strength of women.”

Thorin could hear his sister laugh softly, knowing that she was pleased by his trust in her. He flashed a small smile at her before continuing.

“I needed one more person to join the company in order to pull our numbers out from the unlucky thirteen, and Tharkûn insisted that a hobbit would be needed to ensure the success of our mission. So she remained with us and proved that she was more than her people thought all of their women were. She showed her determination to learn, asking questions and slowly showing that there was a core of metal within her soul that we had to help her find.

“The first trial we faced, she proved that core of metal was there when she pulled both of my nephews into camp by their ears and informed us of the situation. She displayed that she was clever by delaying three mountain trolls by discussing the best way to cook dwarf. Fortunately, Kili knew what she was doing and managed to keep us from causing too much of a distraction.”

There was a small wave of laughter from the audience, and the king laughed as well before continuing.

“In Rivendell, my ward showed a great deal of common sense when speaking to Kili about the curse that we feared. Her words were the ones that pulled away the blinders and allowed us to see what needed to be done to ensure the health of our home. We dedicated ourselves to the true cause, her vows alongside ours, and we left the home of the elves.

“We ran into the Defiler’s hunting party and when it seemed that darkness would condemn our quest to failure, she ran into danger to defend me. Our hobbit lass displayed an incredible amount of bravery and despite her novice state in the art of the sword, she took down three orcs and the white warg the Defiler rode also fell to her blade. Not long after that, once we had reached a safe place, she showed more common sense and strength by boxing my ears and treating me to a very long rant regarding my actions.”

Another wave of laughter was heard, and Adamanta barely managed to keep her head up instead of ducking it like she wanted to. She could tell he was proud of her deeds, but it was embarrassing to hear him speak of what she had done during the quest.

“During the course of our journey, Kili recognized her as his One and I had the privilege and joy of performing their marriage rites while we took sanctuary at an ally’s home to give us all time to heal. The addition of her to our family is one I have been so very pleased with. She brings out the best in my sister-son, and he brings out the best in her.

“The travelling started again, and she showed her bravery in a way that most would never have expected by confronting the king of Mirkwood. Her words allowed the blinders to be removed, and he gave us what aid he could and gifted a black arrow to Kili so the dragon could be dealt with.

“She found the dragon’s weakness by confronting the worm at great risk to herself, sending the message to Kili so that he could target it when the beast presented the spot during the battle. During the battle that came after we reclaimed our home, she fought to defend her husband on the field of battle. When the three of us fell, both she and Fili’s One displayed a great deal of ferocity in defending us. Arm broken, she slew Bolg and that was a large part in turning the tide of the battle.”

His throat tightened before he continued, knowing his family owed their hobbit a great deal.

“When a representative was needed, she left her husband’s side to stand in for me until I was healed enough to fulfil the duties that come with my position. She outwitted those who sought to usurp the throne from our family, ensured our people had supplies for the winter, and fulfilled a promise I made to King Thranduil regarding the fate of the humans who had been caught in the wake of the aftermath of the dragon’s sacking of our home.

“She has toiled tirelessly since then, ensuring the needs of our people have been met as well tending at her husband’s sick bed. All of her actions have made me proud to acknowledge her as my niece, and I call upon her now so that Erebor can do the same. Lady Adamanta, daughter of Belladonna, please step forward.”

The hobbit moved down the aisle, slightly lifting her skirts as she mounted the steps to keep herself from tripping on them, and the fabric pooled around her when she sank to her knees in front of her uncle.

“You are a child of Yavanna, born away from the stones of mountains, but you have done everything to ensure that Erebor was reclaimed and your husband’s people established once they returned. You do not hear the stone as we do but have sought the happiness of our mountain. We have heard her song and know that She takes great joy in your presence,” he informed her.

“As a member of the House of Durin, a princess of the line, you will be asked to stand beside your family and offer your support by any means necessary. Our laws and culture will be laid before you for you to learn and to instruct the next generation. Will you learn what is put before you? Will you teach those who will need it?

“Will you act as emissary when Erebor requires it and weave together treaties that will benefit all parties? More personally, will you continue to be the voice of common sense that the Line of Durin needs in this generation and next?”

Adamanta’s voice was soft but carried easily in the massive chamber as she spoke her reply in near perfect Khuzdul, showing everyone that she had already sought to immerse herself in her husband’s culture as much as she could.

“I will stand beside my family and lend whatever skills and knowledge I have to aid the Children of Mahal. I will learn the culture of my husband’s people, embracing them as my own, and will teach the future generations so that they will always honor the ways of Mahal. I swear my fealty unto you, my king and uncle, and I will do all that I can to ensure your reign is just and kind. As you have asked, I will continue to be the voice of common sense and will speak reason as long as there are ears willing to hear it,” the hobbit told him, eyes meeting his as she offered her vows of fealty. “Before the spirit of Erebor, your Father Mahal, and my mother Yavanna, I do so commit myself to your cause and people.”

The melody that came from Erebor was rich with joy and contentment, showing Her acceptance of the vow, and everyone who could hear the stones was touched by the sheer amount of emotion emanating from their home.

Thorin was handed the final tiara and while the other symbols of authority had been solidly dwarvish in appearance, this one was a tribute to Mahal’s wife. Kili had crafted a wreath of flowers, showing the same craftsmanship Adamanta had shown when creating wreathes for the ritual so long ago in Rivendell, and it was a jeweled version of one of those wreathes now. The jeweler had chosen flowers that showed his wife’s devotion to her new family, reflecting love, loyalty, intelligence, and bravery. All in all, it was perfect for their hobbit and he would make sure to tell his nephew this once the ceremony was over.

The king placed the delicate looking tiara onto his niece’s head, voice showing only a small fraction of the emotions that were definitely making his heart feel way too full.

“I affirm your place amongst the royal family and declare before Erebor and this assembled host that you are Princess Adamanta Durinshield, wife to Prince Kili Dragonsbane, heir to the Line of Durin.”

The older dwarf aided his niece to her feet, placing a kiss to her forehead before turning her to face the audience and gesturing for silence.

“At this point in time, the House of Durin is complete but it is with great joy that we announce that another will be joining our family sometime around spring or early summer. Shortly after the battle, it was discovered that Princess Adamanta will be joining the ranks of women who have faced the greatest battle a woman can endure. We are honored and excited to be able to share this news of her pregnancy with our people.”

The response made Adamanta blush due to the overwhelming noise that came from the mix of dwarves, humans, and elves that shouted their joy at the news of the child she carried.

“The greatest gift any family can receive,” Thorin murmured in her ear, making the blush darken. “I am so grateful for my family and that you are a part of it now, Adamanta. Mahal and Yavanna has blessed us in incredible ways.”

Author’s End Note - I hope you enjoyed the coronation and the updates today. Please let me know what you thought of them. See everyone tomorrow! ~ Laran
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