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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 last chapter for now. I hope everyone has enjoyed the update today, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts on everything!

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

Chapter Fifty-seven – A Blessed Solstice

The morning of Solstice dawned beautiful and bright, and the members of the company and their families headed to Thorin’s chambers to share breakfast and spend the day together. It was a simple meal but full of laughter, especially since Dis was having a grand time laughing at the eager expressions on her sons’ faces.

“The younger children are behaving better than you two are,” she teased, making her sons pout at the laughter that came from the company.

“We’re just excited, Mum,” Fili defended himself. “This is our first Solstice in Erebor, and it’s been absolutely amazing so far. Besides, it’s Adamanta’s first Solstice ever and that makes it even more special.”

All eyes turned to the hobbit, who had her attention on feeding Bombur’s youngest a bit of the porridge that had been prepared for the tiny dwarfling she was holding on her lap. The children Mahal had blessed the rotund dwarf and Adara with were very fond of their princess, and she often kept an eye on them when their parents needed time alone.

“I still find it hard to believe that hobbits do not celebrate Solstice,” Oin commented.

“Spring and summer are more to the tastes of hobbits when it comes to holidays,” Adamanta replied, spooning more of the cereal into the dwarfling’s mouth. “They celebrate the planting and the harvest as well Midsummer’s Eve. I’m not certain why those days are important, but I think they originated as both a plea to Yavanna for fertile crops as well as thanking Her for Her generosity after the harvest is done. All the hobbits see it as now is a chance to get together and have a party.”

“Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have the planting and harvest celebrated to thank Lady Yavanna for blessing Erebor and Dale,” Bifur asked Thorin, who nodded.

“I agree with you; it’s something we should do. We’ll have to do some research on what needs to be done outside of feasting,” the monarch answered, finishing his breakfast. “I’ll speak to the priests about that. Ori, would you and Adamanta be willing to research everything for this when the library is opened?”

At her nod, Ori answered for the pair of them. He enjoyed researching, and Adamanta’s presence during those projects made things a lot more interesting and enjoyable.

“Of course, Thorin,” he replied. “I think we’d enjoy doing that. Do you want the information or should I take it to the priests?”

“Let me review it first,” Thorin answered. “This way I can see what information needs to go where since I don’t want the priests taking up all of the responsibility for it if they don’t have to.”

“We’ll get it done then,” he promised. “Did Bard decide what his people would do tonight, if anything?”

The gathering of the dwarves to wait the night out was strictly for dwarrows, and Adamanta was included because of her position as the wife of the youngest prince. Truth be told, the company had overheard their fellow dwarrows comment on how well the little princess fit in and that they viewed her as a fellow dwarrow. If it wasn’t for her feet, ears, lack of beard, and dislike of overly decorated jewelry and objects, many would mistake her for a dwarf.

“He hasn’t said anything,” he said to them. “I imagine they’ll stay occupied somehow, and I hope they pass an enjoyable time.”

Adamanta finished the last of her tea and wiped the little dwarfling’s face before looking to her uncle. It wasn’t just her husband and brother-in-law looking anxious to leave the table; the younglings were too, even though Gimli tried to hide his eager expression.

“I think, uncle, that we are all ready to adjourn to the sitting room whenever you are,” she said quietly, wanting to see the younglings enjoy themselves today. She was also eager to see what her family thought of the gifts she’d either bought or crafted for them.

The king looked at the younger ones, eyes gleaming with mischief as he tilted his head to think for a moment. His family had grown since leaving Ered Luin, and he was so very grateful for it.

“I suppose we should go and see what is waiting in there, shouldn’t we,” he asked, chuckling at the happy cheers from all of the younger members of his family as well as some of the company.

Adara bustled over to Adamanta’s seat, taking her child so the princess could rise. The little one snuggled into his mother, giving the hobbit a big smile as he did so. She laughed softly, taking Kili’s hand when he joined her.

The family went into the sitting room, and no one sat down until the pregnant woman had been given the most comfortable seat. She blushed a bit at the fussing but said nothing, knowing this was an argument she wouldn’t be able to win at all. So she settled herself so her expanding body would not give off any aches for the time being and smiled at the reactions of the children to the pile of presents sitting on a table that had been decorated for the occasion.

Gimli was volunteered to hand out the presents, and he chose one to give to Ori from Adamanta. She watched, chewing her lower lip nervously as he opened a heavy canvas bag that he could carry his supplies in. The scribe was forever hauling parchments and whatnot haphazardly, and she’d had the idea after watching him trip and spill what he’d been carrying.

The bag had been dyed a warm brown color and had Ori’s name along with a series of dwarvish knots embroidered across the flap that closed over the top of the bag in gold. The hobbit had ensured the seams would hold for a considerable length of time.

“Did you make this yourself, Adamanta,” the dwarf asked, looking at the princess with wide eyes.

“I did,” she told him. “I hope it serves you well and helps you when moving books or parchment from one area to another.”

“It will,” Ori said with a smile, setting it at his side. “My last bag tore before leaving Ered Luin, and I had no opportunity to replace it.”

“I knew you could sew, sister, but I had no idea you could do other kinds of needlework,” Fili said, taking a peek at his beloved’s gift from the hobbit.

“All hobbit lasses are taught to sew, embroider, tat, knit, and crochet,” she shared. “My mother taught me the basics before she passed, and I taught myself the rest of it. I don’t do it often though.”

Both Dori and Adara examined the bag and complimented her on her work before handing it back to Ori, and Gimli handed out the presents one at a time.

The hobbit lass had bought up enough fabric and other crafting supplies to make things for most of her family. The children were given thick mittens, scarves, and hats so they would be warm throughout the cold weather. The dwarrowdams were gifted beautiful shawls that had been created from thread so light that the shawls looked like they had been made of lace.

Adamanta had devised a hat that would fit over Bifur’s axe so the cold wouldn’t give her friend and guard the near crippling headaches that the bad weather often caused. Oin was gifted with a bag similar to Ori’s, embroidered as well. Bombur had received a book of hobbit recipes since the lass knew the dwarf enjoyed trying new things. Bofur and Fili had been given new pipes that she’d had commissioned, and both were beautiful with intricate carvings of blessings from Mahal.

As much as she disliked going into the treasury, the hobbit had dragged Thorin with her so she could find presents for some of her other family members. He’d helped her choose, and Gimli and Gloin had been gifted with a beautiful set of throwing axes each. Dwalin was given a new pair of knuckle dusters since his own were battered and worn. For Nori, she’d found some well-made daggers that would come in handy. The four dwarves had been pleased with the gifts, and Adamanta was grateful they weren’t upset with not getting handmade ones. She thought that something useful would be better, and the king had agreed with her when she’d approached him about her little problem regarding presents for certain members of the family.

Dori’s gift had been simple enough; she’d written down the recipes to make various blends of tea that she’d often made to use at Bag End. The princess had also included recipes for treats that would work best for tea time, making notes on which ones went best with certain blends of tea. For Balin, Adamanta had found a beautiful set of pens and ink jars that were inscribed with a series of intricate knots.

The most challenging for her had been the gifts for her husband and Thorin. For Kili, she’d noticed his bow was showing signs of wear and had approached her uncle about it. Thorin had used some of his spare time to craft a beautiful one that bore runes for protection and strength. She’d given the king a huge hug when she’d seen it, and her husband kissed her deeply for the wonderful gift she’d thought of for him.

Thorin’s had been a project that had eaten up a lot of her time. She had asked each member of the company to donate an item of clothing they’d been wearing during the quest and Dis had stolen a tunic from Thorin so her daughter would have something from the king. Adamanta had not thrown away the skirt that had been so badly burned by the dragon and cut out the largest banner she could from the undamaged material of the blue skirt.

She then cut out a shape of a shield from each item from the company and embroidered the names of the company member that the fabric had come from. She placed each of them at specific spots so it looked as if the shields were running along the interior of the edges of the banner. In the center of the banner, Adamanta had embroidered Ered Luin, then Bree, and then marked the path they had taken until it reached the large mountain that was near the bottom of the banner. At each town, she’d carefully sewn a gem to represent them. At the base of the mountain, the hobbit had placed the symbol of Durin to indicate that the Line of Durin had brought Durin’s Folk home.

The hobbit tried to quell her nervousness when Thorin opened the present and examined it before turning his eyes to his niece. She could see awe and appreciation for what she’d given him, and there was an outcry when the king stood and held it up so everyone could see what she had created.

“Is this why you needed something we’d worn during the quest,” Bombur asked, eyes wide with awe as he stared at the banner.

“Is that what this is made from,” the dwarf lord asked his niece, who nodded.

“It seemed to me that instead of brand new material, it would be better to have fabric from things we’d worn on the quest. I thought it would show the struggle we all went through to reach Erebor and reclaim Her,” Adamanta answered. “I scrubbed each item several times before cutting out what I needed.”

“This is going above the throne,” Thorin declared, making her blush and stutter.

“It’s not good enough for that, uncle,” she protested and hushed when everyone disagreed with her assessment of her skills.

The king carefully set it aside and went to his sister-son’s wife, kneeling in front of her so he could meet her eyes.

“Adamanta, you made something perfect to show future generations what was done to reclaim our home,” he told her. “This is a gift that I will cherish for the rest of my days, and I want everyone to look upon it and remember the names of the ones who left everything behind to follow me on a quest that many viewed as hopeless. Thank you, dear niece, for this amazing gift.”

“You’re welcome, Uncle Thorin,” the hobbit whispered, voice sounding tearful.

He kissed her forehead and rose, giving her a gentle smile as he regained his seat and gestured for Gimli to continue with passing the presents out.

Adamanta was not surprised when a good majority of the company presented her with weapons or jewelry of some kind. Gloin and Bombur had each given her a special dagger that she could wear in her hair, and no one would suspect she was armed. Each one was unique from the others, and she was grateful for the added protection. Dwalin and Nori had given her a dagger that could be worn under her sleeves, sheathes attached to her forearms with tiny buckles, and they wouldn’t show beneath her blouses or dresses.

Adara and Emali had gifted her with clothing, which was greatly appreciated considering her size kept on changing. Belis had presented her with a gorgeous tapestry for their rooms, and Dis had given her a silver brush, comb, and mirror set to replace the worn out comb she’d brought with her on the quest.

Oin, Dori, and Balin had given her simple jewelry sets comprised of earrings, ring, and a necklace. Each of them had chosen a different gem stone so that she wouldn’t receive the same one from three of them. She thanked them, glad to have something simple but beautiful to wear for occasions where she needed to dress up.

Thorin and Fili had worked together on her present, and the gift was one she loved as the king and prince had made everything her kitchen would need from pots and pans to enough plates and cutlery to serve the entire family. Adamanta gave both of them a bright smile, overjoyed by the thought of cooking again.

Ori had drawn a picture of her and Kili together after the coronation, and it was a beautiful one. He’d captured the look of love on their faces as the dark haired dwarf smiled down at the hobbit on his arm. The picture was framed and ready to be hung once she and Kili had returned to their rooms.

Bofur and Bifur had also worked together on a gift for her, and they brought in a beautiful rocking chair that they had crafted. She rose to view the lovely carvings that bore her favorite flower and the dwarvish knotwork she loved as well as blessings for health and peace inscribed on it. The wood was a sturdy oak that had been sanded and polished, and the gift touched her heart. Adamanta gave both of them a hug, whispering her thanks.

Gimli, having heard her occasionally mention certain things about her childhood and seeing the tender, longing gaze when she spotted someone with a beloved pet, gifted her with a small kitten that had just reached the age where it could leave its mother. It hadn’t taken him long to realize she’d never been allowed to have a pet as a child, and he had wanted to correct that. The kitten, which was a female, was adorable with white paws, chest, and tummy. The rest of her was black, and she had green eyes. Adamanta had been thrilled, clapping her hands several times in joy before accepting the tiny little feline. The kitten had made itself at home on her shoulder, purring, and the hobbit looked at Gimli.

“I think I’ll name her Holly. It’s a plant that thrives in wintertime, and her name will remind me of this wonderful day. Thank you so much, Gimli,” she told him, making him smile.

Kili had made jewelry for every member of his family. The locket the hobbit had suggested for his mother was crafted and held pictures of him and his siblings within it, thanks to Ori’s hard work. Like Adamanta’s locket, it was well made and waterproof. The piece he’d made for his wife was one that had taken him the longest.

He’d created a silver and gold braided circlet with a sapphire teardrop that would rest against her forehead. Starting from the middle of the sides and the back of the circlet, he had draped a series of looped chains that connected to each other and would cover her loose hair to her hips. Each loop held a tiny sapphire teardrop.

“Kili, it’s beautiful,” she whispered, kissing him lovingly before allowing him to place it back into the box for safe keeping.

“You’re welcome, my gem,” the prince said, sitting beside her and holding her hand since one of her shoulders had been taken over by a dozing Holly.

The company had surprised the princess and prince with gifts for the baby, even though it wasn’t here yet. Clothing, toys, and other necessities had been made, and she was cooing over a pair of knitted booties that Ori had given her when she heard a comment that she’d been waiting for.

“You’d have a cradle for Solstice, but there was an argument about who should be the one to make it,” Bofur informed her. “It seems most of us want that honor.”

Adamanta put the booties back into the box and looked up at her family, a smile curving her lips as she answered the hat wearing male.

“I anticipated this and have a solution devised. If I may, perhaps we should move our wonderful gifts to our homes and meet at the gate in ten minutes?”

That seemed to suit all of them just fine and once all of their belongings were placed in the sitting room, Adamanta picked up the bowl she had chosen for this occasion as well as her frying pan. Kili made sure she was warm, ensuring her fur-lined leather booties were on as well as her cloak and coat. Once they’d realized the cold was too much even for the tough hobbit feet to handle, the archer had found someone to make them for her and she wore them anytime she was out of their rooms.

The prince escorted his wife to the gates, finding everyone waiting for them, and he led the group outside and down the stairs. He helped her sit on one of the steps, taking a seat beside her as she began to explain.

“Since all of you want to make the cradle, you’ll settle this by doing what dwarves do best – fight. However, the terms for this battle are simple. This is a snowball fight. There will be no punching, biting, clawing, kicking, or any other type of fighting. The weapons are snowballs, plain and simple. The last one standing will have the first draw, followed by the ones who lasted the longest. I have paper here to ensure I have everyone in order. The first one to go down will go last,” she told them. “Anyone breaking my rules will have a quick meeting with my frying pan. I will not have any blood shed over something for my child. Understand?”

Dis, Emali, Belis, Gimli, Oin, and Adara were laughing, complimenting the hobbit lass on her ingenuity in finding a bloodless way to settle the feud. Kili just grinned as the other males stared at each other for a long moment.

“I keep underestimating how clever she can be,” Gimli told his cousin, who chuckled.

“I hope our children have her cleverness,” the prince admitted to the other. “I was laughing for a long while this morning when she told me her idea on how to handle this.”

“This should be fun to watch,” Belis said to her brother and sister, giggling when the hobbit’s smile was both sweet and mischievous at the same time.

“I think so too,” Adamanta replied, getting herself comfortable as the combatants moved into a ready position to begin the fight. “Would you be so kind as to start our battle, Mum?”

The use of the parental title startled the dwarrowdam for a moment before she smiled happily at the woman her son had married. She’d hoped the lass would become comfortable enough to use it, and her heart was full of love and joy.

“I would be glad to do so,” she answered her daughter, rising to her feet. “You remember the princess’s rules or I’ll help her with bringing all of you in line. Now – FIGHT!”

The group watched as the dwarrows scattered and began scooping up the snow to form snowballs. Ori was the first to score a direct hit, knocking Bofur’s hat off of his head. The scribe grinned when he heard a curse from the miner and scrambled for cover.

There was a roar from Dwalin when Thorin had sneakily dropped a handful of snow down the warrior’s trousers, and the watching group howled with laughter as the bald headed dwarf hopped around, trying to shake the mess out of his clothes.

“I don’t think I’ve heard some of those curses before,” Adamanta commented, making the others laugh harder.

The fight went on for some time before Balin managed to catch Dori off guard with a well-placed snowball to the face, blinding him just long enough for the tailor to slip on an icy spot, and the silver haired dwarf landed heavily in a snowbank.

“Dori’s out,” Kili shouted in unison with Gimli, watching as the eldest Ri brother laughed and tromped his way to where the group was sitting.

The hobbit wrote Dori’s name down at the bottom of the list and turned her attention back to the ongoing fight. She giggled when Bombur was the next to go down when he was pummeled by five snowballs at once, disorienting him enough to make him trip over his feet. He shook off the snow, heading to the steps to join the others while Adamanta jotted his name on the list.

Everyone was laughing hard as dwarf after dwarf joined the spectators on the steps, and the laughter grew when Ori, Fili, and Thorin teamed up to take down both of the sons of Fundin. The trio were the last three, and both Fili and Ori worked to take down the king. The battle lasted a while before the dark haired dwarf slipped on a patch of ice, accidentally knocking the scribe down with him.

“The winner is Fili,” Kili crowed, sides aching from all of the laughing he’d done during the battle.

Fili was congratulated, and the hobbit handed him the bowl to draw first. After he’d taken his slip, she offered the next dwarf on the list and worked her way down. Once that was done, Adamanta made notations on what each member of her family had drawn.

“Here’s how the drawing went,” she began, knowing the group would want to know. “Fili will be in charge of the cradle for the nursery. Ori will take care of the cradle for my office, and Thorin has the one needed for the throne room. Balin has Kili’s office while Dwalin has Thorin’s office. Bifur will be responsible for the bassinet that will go in mine and Kili’s bedroom. Gloin will take the one for Dis’s office, and Bofur will handle the one needed for the garden. Nori, you’ve got Fili’s office. Bombur, you’ll handle the one for the banqueting hall while Dori will be the one to supply Belis’s office.

“All of you have your assignments, and Kili and I can’t wait to see what you come up with. I know the baby will be happy with whatever his or her uncles decided to do for the cradle you’re assigned to,” the hobbit lass said with a smile. “Now, can we go in please? I’m freezing and want some tea.”

That spurred everyone into action; Thorin and Dwalin helping her to her feet while Nori scooped up the bowl and frying pan she’d brought out. The group headed towards the royal wing, intent on getting something to eat and a warm drink into the pregnant hobbit.

Hours later, Adamanta was sitting beside her husband in the temple. This was the second ceremonial event she’d attended in this gorgeous room; the first had been the funeral for the dwarves who had not escaped Smaug when Erebor had been taken over. That had been heartbreaking, and she’d wept silent tears during the ritual.

The hobbit was glad to have a happier reason to return to this chamber, and she listened to the story of the creation of the dwarves and the long sleep of the seven fathers of the dwarrows. In her heart, Adamanta was grateful that Ilúvatar had been so merciful to the children that Mahal had secretly created. She loved her home and adored her family; the pregnant lass couldn’t imagine life without any of them now.

As the assembly kept vigil through the longest night of the year, all of them shared stories and sang songs. When dawn approached, the hobbit listened as the song of awakening was sung to greet the sun and celebrate the morning when the dwarf lords had been roused by the Valar.

The whole experience had been one Adamanta had enjoyed and as she napped in the bedroom she shared with her husband, she silently smiled and couldn’t wait to celebrate this holiday again.

Author’s End Note - Before you ask, the reason there will be so many cradles is because Adamanta and Kili both know the entire company will be screaming to have cuddle time with their baby so it’s best to have cradles in those areas so one crib won’t be dragged all over Erebor. Clever huh? I hope you guys enjoyed the chapters. Please let me know what you thought of them, and I’ll see you tomorrow! ~ Laran
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