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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
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Hobbit" nor do I make money from this story.

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Author’s Note – We have a little bit of a time skip here, which was needed to help keep things flowing fluidly.

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

Chapter Fifty-Six – Solstice Eve Celebrations

Winter soon settled fully upon the mountain and while the weather continued to drop snow and sleet upon the world outside of Erebor, life inside of the dwarvish kingdom flourished. Repairs to the living areas of the kingdom were being finished at an amazing rate, and Adamanta found herself busy assigning quarters to the inhabitants as each set of rooms came available. The humans within the mountain soon found themselves in the newly repaired guest quarters; the rooms were sturdy and clean but would need renovations later to restore them to their former beauty. The crews had simply focused on ensuring the rooms were safe, repaired, and clean for their occupants.

The hobbit was a bit surprised when her mother in law and Ori began focusing on organizing a party for the night before Winter Solstice. This was one event the Shire didn’t celebrate, and she was quick to question what the traditions were. Dis explained that there was always a mountain wide party on the night before with feasting, dancing, and games. Since rations were tight, this year would simply be dancing and games. The day of the Solstice, families handed out gifts to each other and spent the day celebrating before seeing the night through within the temple. To the dwarves, Solstice night was symbolic of the sleep the seven fathers were put in by Mahal before they were awakened to begin life. Since it was the longest night of the year, Adamanta somewhat understood how the two coincided and began plotting ideas for presents for her family.

In between her tasks as well as working on gifts for those she loved, the princess also was happy to see that the final set of rooms in the Royal Wing had been cleaned and made ready for the King Under the Mountain. Now all of the company and their family were living within the wing, and it made her feel glad to know they were so close by now.

The celebration on Solstice Eve was lively, full of laughter and cheer, and the hobbit busied herself in telling stories to the dwarven and human children. She had the entire group surrounding her as she told them stories from the quest as well as others Adamanta had created as a fauntling. It kept the younglings enthralled and her off of her feet, and the members of her family who were watching her as she entertained the children were pleased.

“She has a way with children,” Thorin murmured to his youngest nephew. “I don’t think I’ve seen any of our younglings sit still for so long.”

“Me neither,” Kili answered, watching his wife with a smile. “I think she’s going to be an amazing mother when the time comes. The mothers are always grateful when she stops by their areas during her rounds as it gives them free time to get some work done while Adamanta tells a few tales to keep the little ones occupied.”

“We should probably convince her to write down these stories,” the king mused. “I’m willing to bet a few parents would love to have copies to keep their young ones soothed during times when they can’t play.”

“I’ll bring it up to her,” the prince agreed. “Ori could probably illustrate her tales before having them bound and ready to be read. It’d give her something to do at home and give her a break from sewing. These days, she’s always got a needle and thread in her hands.”

“What has she been working on that’s keeping her so focused on sewing?”

“She’s been working on baby things,” Kili said with a gentle smile. “Adamanta insists on having things done as soon as possible because she doesn’t want to rush to have everything ready by the time she’s close to giving birth.”

“Have you been working on things as well,” Thorin asked, curious if his nephew had started preparations as well.

“I’ve got the designs for her beads finished and have been gathering the right materials for them so I can start after Solstice ends,” the dark haired prince replied. “As far as things for the baby, I’ve been working on a string of blessings to hang over the cradle. It’s been delicate work so far, but I hope she’ll love it and want it over where our baby will sleep.”

“Adamanta adores your work so I’m certain she’ll love it,” the king assured the younger dwarf. “I’ve heard rumors that almost all of the company has been arguing over who will get to make the cradle for the baby.”

“You’d be right,” he sighed. “I asked her about what we should do for that, and she just smiled at me and said we’d find out tomorrow during our Solstice celebrations. Nothing I do or say will coax the answer out of her.”

“Let’s hope her idea works or the feuding will be a headache for all of those involved,” Thorin said, shaking his head.

“I’m more concerned about them upsetting Adamanta,” the archer informed him. “I’d like to try to keep things as stress reduced as possible.”

“So do we all,” the older dwarf reminded him. “She’s precious to our family, my sister-son, and we want her to have a healthy pregnancy and easy delivery.”

“From your mouth to Lady Yavanna’s ears,” Kili murmured, still watching his wife.

“Has her sickness abated any?”

“Partly,” the prince said softly. “It’s mostly triggered by smells now, and I never know what will set her sickness off. I think she’ll be sick of ginger by the time the babe arrives. As much as I am grateful for it since it helps her, I’ll be glad to see it gone.”

“Tired of the smell of it,” his uncle asked with a soft chuckle.

“Heartily and there will be more of it to look forward to for a while,” the expectant father informed the other.

“Well, at least you’ll not have to smell it again until you both decide to have a second child,” Thorin chuckled.

“Don’t let Adamanta hear you say that,” Kili winced. “Otherwise, it’ll be the frying pan for both of us and I’m not going to be a target if she hears you hinting about a second child.”

“Fretful already,” Thorin asked, looking between his nephew and niece.

“Only during situations where she feels overwhelmed,” the younger answered, shaking his head. “She’s sensitive about her weight and if she’s stressed, her temper will explode on anyone who was unfortunate to be around her. So far, it’s been me, Gimli, and Ori. Adamanta’s managed to keep her temper under control when she’s going about on her duties.”

“How are Gimli and Ori taking it?”

“Ori keeps writing, drawing, or knitting and tries to ignore it for the most part. He’s a bit baffled by it but doesn’t take anything she does or say to heart. Gimli just brings her a cup of tea, pats her hand, and listens to her vent until she’s sobbing and apologizing. I think he’s handling it better than some of us, and I hate to say that. Emali said I’m doing rather well for a first time father, but I feel completely inadequate in trying to help my wife calm down,” the archer said with a frown.

“It takes time and experience,” his uncle reassured him. “Gloin would probably be at a loss if his wife were to announce she was with child again. It wasn’t easy helping your mother when she was carrying all of you.

“All you can do is be patient and show her you’re trying to understand what it is that has her feeling this way. She’ll appreciate it when she’s able to do so,” he murmured.

“I certainly hope so,” Kili told his uncle. “All I want to do is help her, but I’m completely lost in the dark sometimes. It’s a frustrating feeling.”

“I can safely say it’ll get better and then you get to experience the joys of a newborn baby,” Thorin said in a tone that was both serious and joking.

“I’ve heard the warnings from Bombur and Gloin,” the younger dwarf said quietly. “Truth is, even though I know we’ll have sleepless nights, I’m looking forward to it.”

“Reminds me, your mother will be taking you and Adamanta to the guest area after the Solstice celebrations are finished. There are a few mothers amongst Bard’s people who have volunteered to help teach you two how to care for young children. Dis said that Adamanta hadn’t been around small children much due to her mother’s reputation and how she herself was treated,” the king told his nephew.

“Excuse me, Thorin?”

The dwarven king and prince turned to see Bard approaching. The dwarves of the company had come to respect this man and called him friend. The human worked hard and set his family and people above his own needs, and the royal family of Erebor had been grateful for his assistance as well as the help from his people.

“Hello, Bard,” the king greeted with a smile. “How are you enjoying tonight’s festivities?”

“It’s been entertaining,” the man said, giving him a smile in return. “We’re all having a great time, and I doubt I shall be able to get my children to bed at a reasonable hour tonight.”

The dwarf lord laughed, nodding his head.

“Dis and I often had that trouble with her three children,” he shared. “It was a bit frustrating at times, but we enjoyed seeing them take so much joy during the celebrations. I hope we’ll be in a better position next year so that we can do this the proper way.”

“I have hopes we can find a way to continue the joint celebrations,” Bard replied. “As to my purpose for seeking you out, my daughters have organized something for Adamanta and are hoping to have a few moments of her time.”

Kili laughed, going to where the children were while gesturing at Bofur to take over the story telling duties. After a few moments, the hat wearing dwarf was keeping the younglings entertained while the prince drew his wife towards his uncle and Bard.

“Blessed Solstice, Bard,” Adamanta greeted with a gentle smile.

“Same to you, Adamanta. I’m sorry to interrupt your time with the children, but I’m under strict orders to ensure you see my daughters sometime before they or you retire for the evening. They have a bit of a surprise for you.”

“I’m always happy to see Sigrid and Tilda,” she answered him, walking between her husband and friend.

Thorin was also with them, walking on Kili’s other side. For once, Bifur was not being her shadow as Kili had asked him to spend time with his family during this holiday. The archer had not left his wife’s side, keeping an eye on her and Thorin had aided him with that task at times.

“Adamanta!”

Bard’s two daughters grinned brightly at the hobbit, who gave them each a hug. Behind the two princesses of Dale were a group of women, and they were smiling as they watched the three princesses interact.

“Blessed Solstice, Sigrid and Tilda. Your father said you wished to see me?”

The eldest daughter nodded, eager to give the gift to their favorite hobbit.

“We have a surprise we wish to give to you,” Sigrid answered. “I know that presents are given tomorrow morning, but we won’t see you then.”

Adamanta looked surprised as the two girls grabbed her hands and gently tugged her to where the women were, and she was led to a medium sized chest. She knelt in front of it, looking up at the human females around her. All of them nodded at her, and she opened the chest.

The hobbit lass found the chest was full of items for the baby – clothing for both genders, heavy and light blankets, nappies, and a sling to wear so she could carry the babe while doing her rounds and working away from the office.

Thorin and Kili found their throats had become rather tight at the look on Adamanta’s face. She was in awe and near tears as she looked up at the women who had done this.

“Thank you,” she said, voice breaking with emotion. “This means so much to me. I can’t thank you enough.”

The princess rose, giving each of them a hug and whispered words of gratitude to every woman. She wiped her face afterwards, erasing the sign of her tears. All of the women simply laughed, wishing her happiness before rejoining their own families.

Adamanta hugged Bard’s daughters, so very touched by what they had organized and they hugged her back before Thorin had the chest moved to his nephew’s chambers.

Kili pulled his wife into his arms once the girls had gone on to join with some of the games and gave her a gentle kiss.

“We are so very blessed and lucky with those around us, my Kili,” she murmured into his ear. “I cannot thank the Valar enough for what we have been given.”

“That we are, my jewel. That we are,” he replied.

Author’s End Note - Okay, so off to another chapter. I hope you enjoyed this one! ~ Laran
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