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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 – The reaction to the updates yesterday was amazing! For those on fanfiction dot net, I’m sorry I haven’t responded to your reviews. For some reason, when I click the link to reply, it tells me the reviews can’t be found. I love you guys and am grateful to hear your thoughts! Hopefully, the site will fix the problem so I can respond.

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

Chapter Fifty-two – Royal Celebration

Once the noise from the small celebration of the announcement had died down, Thorin had dismissed the audience to head towards the feast that would be starting soon and once the family was alone, company added to their mix, the king pulled the crown off and examined the item his nephew had made.

“Kili, you have taken my breath away with everything you have done,” he admitted to the youngest male, who gave him a proud smile. “Each piece you’ve made is absolutely gorgeous, and I know the guild will approve the mastery. If they don’t, I’ll break someone’s hands because there is no way this wouldn’t qualify.”

Kili laughed softly, winding his arms around his wife’s waist and tugging her back against his chest. He was so very happy that his uncle approved and could see the crown being passed around for the large family to inspect. The other pieces he had done were also passed around, and he could see the respect on the faces of those he called family when they eyed each piece.

“I don’t think I’ve seen mithril decorated so intricately,” Oin commented, passing the crown back to Thorin once everyone had examined the works Kili had done.

Dori chuckled, settling the flower tiara back onto Adamanta’s head since he was the last one to take a look at it.

“I think that our little hobbit princess’s tiara is stupendous,” he said. “It reminds me a great deal of the wreaths she made for the ritual in Rivendell.”

“That was the inspiration for it,” Kili answered, keeping his wife close as he did so. “Her workmanship on those wreaths were incredible, and I felt it was the best way to pay homage to Yavanna and Adamanta’s heritage.”

“What do the flowers mean,” Ori asked, leaning into Fili.

“They mean devotion, loyalty, love, intelligence, and bravery,” the younger prince answered, chuckling a bit at the soft blush that climbed onto the pale skin of his hobbit’s cheeks. “Truthfully, those were the best ones that I learned that matched what she gives to the family and to our people.”

“I agree with you,” Thorin answered, knowing his nephew had chosen perfectly. “It suits her perfectly, and the idea of making a wreath was a good one. The more ornate styles simply wouldn’t suit her at all.”

“Speaking of suiting,” Bombur said, grinning a bit as he did so. “I love the deed names you chose for these three. I heard you were planning on giving them to them but not what you’d decided on.”

“I can understand Fili’s and Kili’s deed names,” Adamanta began, sounding confused. “They’re perfect for them, but I don’t understand mine.”

Balin had taught her the importance of deed names during the quest when she’d queried him about Thorin using Oakenshield. Later, when he’d been giving her the details of what to expect today, he had warned her that she would be given one due to her actions during the events of their journey. Nothing the hobbit had said to try to not be given one was listened to, and she had eventually conceded since her family was being stubborn about it.

“You’ve been the protector of the line of Durin since joining the company,” Dwalin told her. “You kept the lads from making a big mistake with the trolls, pulled Thorin’s arse out of Azog’s way, and saved our lives more times than we can count.”

“Add to that, your use of common sense and diplomacy also protected everyone,” Balin continued. “You are the shield that has kept both the line and children of Durin safe in any way you could.”

“So Durinshield is the perfect deed name for you, little sister,” Fili told her, giving her a soft smile. “You have watched over and protected us, and it’s time the world knew of your actions. In truth, I know we wouldn’t have made it this far without you.”

“My sister-son speaks the truth, Adamanta. You are our shield, and I know you will continue to protect the line of Durin as well as the children of Durin. Our people and this family owe you a great debt for your selfless actions. I’m proud to call you niece and have been grateful that your father’s letter reached Tharkûn when it did,” Thorin confirmed. “Now I believe everyone will be waiting for us to get the celebration started.”

The noise of agreement helped keep the attention of the group away from the hobbit’s tear filled eyes and gave her a few moments to regain control of her emotions.

“Thranduil sent everything we needed for the feast tonight,” Adamanta told them once she’d calmed down. “So remember to be polite to the elves while they are here please and no complaining where you can be heard.”

Despite a few sour looks, her words were answered with nods of acceptance. They knew that she and Kili would be meeting with them the day after tomorrow to begin working on a new treaty and trade agreement, and it would go better if the diplomatic party was not insulted by the dwarves of the company.

Truth was, the hobbit wasn’t so certain that she knew what she was going to do and was hoping to pull Thorin or Balin aside tomorrow for advice. She wouldn’t know which of them to track down until she got a feel for how hung over both of them were in the morning.

Adamanta was pulled from her thoughts as her husband had somehow managed to get her walking while she’d been contemplating what to do for tomorrow. She smiled a tad, leaning into him as he cradled her close to his form.

“Everything all right, my jewel?”

“I think so,” she answered. “My stomach’s calmed down, but I’m still a bit nervous about everything. It’s all official now, and we’ll be working on a treaty with the elves soon. It’s a lot of responsibility, and I’m not sure it’s something I can do.”

“Uncle and Thranduil seems to think you can,” Kili pointed out gently. “Both of them agreed to have you and me do this for a reason, love. Uncle Thorin isn’t the type to put his faith blindly into someone.”

“I’m not sure that’s reassuring,” she admitted, leaning into him. “I just don’t want to disappoint anyone. All of you are too important to me.”

The archer pressed a soft kiss to her temple, guiding her into the room where everyone had assembled. There was a loud cheer when the royal family and company entered, and Thorin gave a smile and wave to everyone as he led his family up to the long table set up for the company and family.

Adamanta took a seat, letting her husband fuss over her for a moment, and she waited as the king gave a small welcoming speech before the meal was brought into the hall. She accepted a few items that she thought she might be able to handle, refusing wine and simply drinking water to accompany the food her stomach allowed her to eat.

As everyone enjoyed the feast, calls for stories went up and the company happily indulged. The one with the trolls had become a quick favorite, especially with how Balin shared it, and the princes made faces before laughing. Though it wasn’t their best and brightest moment, the two knew it was one of the first signs of the mithril core that their hobbit possessed and they would both treasure the memory because of that.

More stories were told and though everyone was hanging on Dwalin’s words when the tale of the first confrontation against Azog the Defiler was told, the cheer and laughter that filled the room when he went on to share the actions their small lass had taken against the king was full of relief and happiness that their princess had managed to save their leader as she had.

Thorin took all of the laughter and teasing with good humor, chuckling when he spotted the blush on Adamanta’s cheeks. He knew these stories would be told for generations to come, and the king was happy for it because he wanted her deeds to be spoken about as often as those of the rest of the company. In his mind, it was important for her to be remembered because the wisdom she had imparted during the journey had really made things clearer for him and that was as important, if not more, than her ability to fight had been.

The king was quiet, sipping his wine when a voice went up and asked something he’d been meaning to ask as well but hadn’t gotten around to it.

“Prince Kili, when did you realize she was your One?”

Kili was quiet for a moment, swallowing the bite of meat he had taken before washing it down with a sip of wine. This was something he hadn’t shared yet, and the moment would always stand out in his memory.

“We were in Rivendell,” he began, eyes distant with the memory he was sharing. “After the conversation with Adamanta that opened our eyes to the sins committed in the past, we set up for a ritual to renew our cause to Mahal and to swear to Him that we would ensure the mountain was healed. She spent time creating offerings for Mahal, Yavanna, and Erebor; the wreaths were works of art and created with a heart that wanted success and a home for all of us.

“During the ritual, we each offered our own prayers and when it was her turn, she began singing with a depth of emotion that made my heart and soul ring. As I listened to her, I heard a soft voice in my heart tell me that she is my One and I was to love her in this lifetime and the next. I swore to myself to not only protect and love her but to also help her grow into the woman the Valar knew she would become. Not a day goes by where I don’t thank Mahal and Yavanna for crafting such a beautiful heart and soul for my One.”

Even Oin could hear the soft sounds of the sighs from the women, who found the tale to be so very romantic, and the sighs grew louder as Kili took his wife’s hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. The mood was quickly broken by the blond haired prince, and Fili had a look on his face that promised mischief.

“You know, we all thought it would be months or longer before you realized she’s your One,” he said, loudly enough for everyone to hear. “We figured it out a few days before that ritual.”

“There was a betting pool on when you’d finally work it out,” Nori quipped, making the feasters laugh.

“So who won,” Kili asked, still holding Adamanta’s hand.

“None of us did,” Bofur said, eyes dancing in merriment. “The soonest bet was two months out of Rivendell, and you announced it just days after we left. So we got to keep our money.”

“Maybe we should keep it then,” the hobbit quipped, surprising the company and making the other feast attendees laugh.

“Why do you think you two should keep it,” the spymaster asked her, barely suppressing the urge to laugh when he heard her response.

“I think we earned it by surprising all of you,” she said with a bright smile. “It’s not often we get to catch any of you off guard.”

“Very true, lassie, very true,” Balin chuckled.

“Since we’re all sharing, what about you, Adamanta? When did you realize that Kili is your One,” Fili asked, curious and knowing this was an answer all of them wanted to hear.

“I wasn’t sure I even understood what love was,” she said, still holding onto her husband’s hand. “My heart was full of emotion around him, and I knew that I couldn’t stomach the idea of him not being in my life. Falling in love was a gentle process, a bit slow, but realizing it was a painful thing.

“In the battle against the orc army, I heard you scream his name and knew something was dreadfully wrong. When I was able to see what happened, the idea of losing Kili was terrifying and threatened to break my heart. I couldn’t see life without him, and I realized just how much he meant to me. At that moment, I knew I loved him with everything I had and would do anything to keep him safe. I didn’t want to live a life without him and after he finally woke up, I made a promise to Lord Mahal and Lady Yavanna that there was nothing I wouldn’t do to make Kili happy,” she told her brother-in-law.

Kili raised her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. Her eyes turned towards his, seeing the depths of emotion there and leaned forward to steal a kiss from him. The archer gave it freely and happily, and she smiled against his mouth.

The music started a short time later, and the hobbit was dragged out onto the dance floor by her husband. As the songs ended and a new one began, her hand was claimed by another dwarf or an occasional human. Adamanta was having a great deal of fun, not having attended very many gatherings during her childhood due to how her mother had been shunned, and she was charming to everyone she danced with.

Adamanta danced for quite some time, enjoying herself as she celebrated with the other residents of the mountain. Since she didn’t know the formal dances, she would sit them out to take a breather and resolved to herself to learn them so she could participate if another celebration took place.

Despite the rest periods she took, Kili was the one who noticed when her energy began flagging and after murmuring something to his uncle, he went to retrieve his wife. The dwarf dancing with her bowed, smiling before retreating away from the pair.

“You look tired, my love,” he said softly as he drew her away from the dancing.

“I hadn’t realized I was until now,” the hobbit admitted, letting him move her out of the large hall where the feast and dancing was taking place.

“I made our goodnights to uncle so we can go back to our rooms and allow you to rest,” the archer told her, keeping his wife close to his side.

“I think that’s a wise idea,” Adamanta responded, leaning into him and sharing in his warmth and strength. “Today has been a very long day.”

“That it has,” Kili agreed, opening the door into the royal wing a short time later. “I’d heard of what the affirmation would entail but hadn’t expected everything to be so involved.”

“I’ve never heard of anything so formal, but it was beautiful in its own way,” she commented, entering their suite and headed to their bedroom to change. “I’ll be honest, I was nervous and overwhelmed through most of it. It was a good thing the priestess and you had the ginger because that incense was horrible.”

Adamanta set his circlet, her tiara and broach into the jewelry cabinet that had been set aside for their use, hanging the belt up in her wardrobe. Kili unlaced the gown and helped her to disrobe, watching as she hung up the beautiful dress.

“I was worried, which was why I asked Mum and Emali for some of the ginger,” the prince told his wife as she dressed in a comfortable nightgown.

“It was a very wise decision,” she said to him, sitting down at her vanity to take her hair down. “I wouldn’t have gotten through the ceremony without it.”

Kili moved behind her, taking over the task of loosening her hair and then brushing it for her. He could see her relax under each stroke of the brush and smiled to himself.

“We’ll have to make sure you carry some with you until this phase ends,” he murmured to her. “I’ve no wish to see you in discomfort.”

“It’s a discomfort I hope will ease soon,” Adamanta replied, giving a small tired yawn. “It really saps my energy when it happens.”

It was testament to her exhaustion that she didn’t protest when he scooped her up, carrying her to bed and tucking her in before tending to his own nightly rituals. His hobbit was very nearly asleep when he joined her, cradling her close to his heart as he did so.

Author’s End Note – Here’s the end of the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it! Just hang on because more is about to follow. ~ Laran
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