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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 response to yesterday’s updates was absolutely incredible. I am always amazed by how friendly and patient the people who enjoy “the Hobbit” fandom are. It really makes a writer happy to share their work because of that. Thank you so much! Now, here’s the new update and a time skip!

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

Chapter Fifty-Eight – Springtime Troubles

As the winter months passed, the hobbit princess found herself outgrowing her clothing at a steady rate. The larger she grew, the more uncomfortable she became and the family was quick to offer what aid they could to alleviate her discomfort. It wasn’t unusual to see her husband or one of the other dwarves in her family massaging her ankles, feet, and hands as all three areas had become swollen along with her belly. Often times, the dark haired prince would be seated behind his wife on a bench, strong hands helping with the aching muscles in her back that seemed to become worse as their baby grew.

The babe was moving more and more now, and it fascinated Kili. The archer would lie beside his wife in the morning, hand over her stomach to feel the child as it stretched and kicked. Both soon to be parents would laugh a bit, teasing each other as they tried to guess what the little one was trying to do. One thing the pair of them did agree on was that their baby was taking after his or her father in the fact that the child never seemed to stay still for long. The hobbit always focused on the little things to laugh about since the pain that came from the energetic movements was sometimes rather sharp.

The two would often have a long laugh when Holly would try to curl on Adamanta’s belly and end up moving because of a sharp kick from the baby. Usually, the kitten would end up curled up on Kili’s hip while the couple enjoyed their lie-in. The sound of her purring would often keep the good mood going, relaxing them at the same time.

The cradles were slowly gifted to the couple, and each one was exquisite. Some had been carved from wood, and others made of various types of metals. All of them were large enough for several infants to sleep in comfortably and intricately decorated with runes for health, safety, sweet dreams, and protection. Adamanta couldn’t choose which one was her favorite as all of them were unique, and she couldn’t wait to see the baby sleeping comfortably within all of them. She gave every one who presented a cradle to her with a hug and sweet kiss to the cheek to thank them, making them blush and Kili laugh.

When spring arrived, there were announcements of pregnancies within the dwarrow population. Emali had been the first to make the announcement to the family, receiving a lot of congratulations and hugs from everyone. Gimli was overjoyed, having wanted to be a big brother for the longest time and now he was getting his wish. Both Fili and Kili had a great time teasing their cousin, but everyone could tell they were happy for him.

Yavanna’s generous touch was not only felt within the mountain but outside of it as well. As promised, Elrond had sent the seeds, cutting, and saplings needed for planting along with expert gardeners to help plan out the farms and begin planting. Every dwarf who had not been chosen to begin work on the city of Dale was found outside with the elves and men to get everything set up and planted. Despite the fact none of them enjoyed working with the soil, every single one of them had volunteered because they knew the extra hands were necessary to get the farms built and fields set up.

Even though she wasn’t allowed to help, Adamanta was often found outside, letting the sun soak into her skin and enjoying the feeling of warm earth beneath her bare feet. She was thriving in the warm spring air, and everyone was overjoyed to see her in such good spirits and health. What she wasn’t aware of was the way every human and dwarf kept an eye on her to ensure she remained safe and didn’t need help.

Her personal garden was tilled and planted, and she’d divided the beds to grow flowers in some, vegetables in others, and herbs in a few chosen areas. Kili, Gimli, Fili, and Ori had followed her directions, getting everything done precisely as she wanted it. The hobbit was anxious to see how everything looked both in her garden and outside once the seeds took root and began to grow. She was looking forward to next spring since she was currently forbidden to do any work in her garden and had been scolded when she’d tried to dig in the rich soil of the beds.

As spring progressed, Adamanta was watched carefully because everyone was unsure when she would give birth. Given that this was a child of mixed ancestry, Oin and Emali had stated it could be mid to late spring or early summer before the baby arrived. Both of them cautioned the family that this estimate could be wrong and reminded everyone to keep an eye on her in case the babe decided to arrive.

Since she knew they were all worried about her, the hobbit said nothing about the constant observation of her family and the fact that Gimli and Bifur had yet to give up their positions as both her assistant and bodyguard. She knew that Kili had offered to have someone else watch over her, and the older dwarf had told both the prince and princess that he enjoyed the duty and preferred being the one to shadow and protect her. It touched the young woman to know that her dear friend was so determined to ensure her safety, and she often had a smile for the dwarf in question.

With each month that passed, the pregnant lass was actually grateful to have them along as she was not able to wear Sting and Biter comfortably so she’d had to rely on the smaller weapons she’d been gifted at Solstice. While it was reassuring to know she was armed in some form, Adamanta was not entirely comfortable with not having her primary weapons with her. As long as the pair were content to remain at her side, then the hobbit would not argue about their presence.

While the princess enjoyed spring, she became more and more limited when it came to being able to go outside of the mountain to experience the wonderful sensation of the earth coming to life around her. While her garden was wonderful, it didn’t provide the opportunity to connect herself with the earth since the beds were built into stone. It frustrated her a bit, which she tried to keep hidden from her loved ones but they came to realize the problem and worked to find a solution that would allow her to indulge her hobbit need to have the soil beneath her feet.

Several members of the family would take time out of their schedule to escort her a small distance outside of Erebor, letting her relax in a sunny spot in a chair and table that had been left outside for her use. Adamanta could dig her toes into the soil and simply enjoy the feel of nature. Bofur had been the first to comment on how the time outside of the mountain seemed to cause their hobbit to glow, and Kili had been quick to agree.

Pregnancy and the change of seasons agreed with Adamanta, and the archer often remained at her side when he could during her times outside. She often teased him about avoiding his tasks, and Kili simply teased back whenever he could.

This particular day, the prince had planned to go outside with his wife but he had been called away with his brother to help Thorin with a problem that had developed along one of the eastern outposts about an hour away from the mountain. Most of the company had gone with them, Bifur included, so it was Belis and Gimli who had accompanied the hobbit to her outdoor resting spot.

The trio had simply been relaxing and chatting, and they hadn’t been expecting it when a group of human males took them by surprise when they galloped close. They dismounted, going after all three of them.

Belis and Gimli had ensured Adamanta was placed behind them while drawing their own weapons to protect the pregnant hobbit. Both heard the sound of her blades being drawn from the sheathes buckled against her forearms and hardened their resolve to keep her safe.

The skirmish was violent and bloody; Gimli had taken three of them down, despite his youth and inexperience, and had been dropped when one of the older humans had used a heavy mace against the young dwarf’s leg. Both Belis and Adamanta heard the sound of a bone cracking, hiding their winces while struggling to defend themselves and him.

For all of her skill, the daughter of Dis knew she was badly outnumbered and her sister wasn’t able to fight as she would have had the babe not become so heavy within her. Despite the actions of the two women, both were overpowered and disarmed.

“He said to fetch the Halfling, but the other girl might bring a bit of coin if not a greater reward,” one of the men commented as the two small women were tightly bound and lifted to ride in front of whichever man that had mounted their horse first.

Belis was worried, knowing that any time on horseback would be painful for Adamanta, and she hoped for a short journey both for her and for the fact that her uncle and brothers would find them sooner. All she could do now was keep an eye on her sister and pray to Mahal and His wife to protect them until help could arrive.

Thankfully, they had left Gimli behind, which meant the message would get back to Erebor because she knew her cousin would crawl home if he had to in order to alert the guards and the family of what had happened. They would be rescued, and it was now a matter of staying alive and relatively healthy until help arrived.

The group traveled for all of the day and a good portion of the night before stopping. The women were tugged off of the horses and dropped onto the ground, and Belis managed to keep Adamanta from falling over.

“Are you all right,” she asked softly in Khuzdul, knowing the others wouldn’t understand what she was saying.

“I don’t know,” the hobbit murmured back in the same language. “Tired and aching.”

The older princess slowly drew in a breath of air, hoping that her sister would be all right. She noticed that the hobbit had not looked away from the humans that were talking. Another group had joined them, and the two women were worried as the one who looked to be the leader kept sending glances their way.

“I had not expected to capture you so quickly and easily,” the leader said, striding to the two. “The diversion we caused helped to pull your eternal shadow away.”

That bit of information surprised both Belis and Adamanta as well as worried them. Someone had to be watching the hobbit closely to realize Bifur was normally at the small lass’s side. This wasn’t a good sign for things to come.

“Why have you been watching me?”

“My lord sent me on a mission to find and bring you back. He has plans for you, Halfling, and was very adamant I bring you to him as swiftly as possible,” he said with a mocking smile. “I do not question his orders and simply obey.”

“Who is it that wants Adamanta,” Belis asked, needing more information.

“Someone she has met and though he punished her, my lord has found that he is not satisfied with the end results,” the male said, leering. “A princess, truly? That was not the result my lord was looking for when he ordered for a dwarf to mount you.”

Belis’s keen blue gaze noticed that the only reaction her sister gave to that comment was a slight paling of her face but didn’t give any facial reaction at all. The dwarrowdam was rather proud of her for that, and she turned her eyes back to their captor.

“Seems to me the Valar were looking after her,” the daughter of Dis commented with a gentle smile. “Adamanta and my brother are quite happy together.”

“Which is a problem,” the man replied. “The lord will have his full revenge, and all shall be as it should be.”

At a gesture from him, two men bound the two women to a tree with chains before going to set up their bedrolls and start their meal. It was obvious that the princesses would not be given any form of comfort, and that worried Belis even more.

“Mahal and Yavanna watch over us,” the hobbit whispered before shifting closer to her sister. “When the group falls asleep, do you think you can free us?”

“I don’t have anything with me to pick the locks,” the dwarf answered in a voice just as quiet. “If I tried to break them, they’d hear me.”

“They didn’t take everything,” Adamanta shared. Her hair, though messy, still had the ornament that hid a small blade.

“Oh bless those paranoid males,” Belis murmured when she realized what her sister still possessed. “Remind me to hug them when we see them again. I definitely have to get some of those made for myself.”

The pregnant woman said nothing, hiding her thoughts as they waited for the group to eat and find their rest. Hours passed before the campsite went quiet, but they were not able to act yet as it seemed some of the men were not sleeping but waiting for something.

Shortly before dawn, a good portion of the group headed out, leaving the two captives alone with a small number of the humans. The leader had remained, and the women were biding their time as they continued to observe the actions of the people.

Adamanta shifted constantly, feeling an ache in her body that was radiating from her hips and lower back, and she wished she hadn’t been sitting on the ground or in one place for so long. The hobbit couldn’t get up or move to help soothe the pain, and she didn’t dare ask for the bonds to be loosened so her discomfort could be eased.

The younger princess leaned her head against the tree, dislodging the hair ornament she’d put into her blond tresses to secure them in place. The item fell in the right position so that her sister could pick it up, unsheathing it and starting to work on the locks on the cuffs that held them in place. Even with her keen ears, she could hear nothing to indicate what Belis was up to and she was grateful for that.

In her heart, the hobbit sent up a desperate plea to Mahal and Yavanna, begging for aid as she was afraid for the life of her sister and the child growing beneath her heart. In truth, she was terrified for both of them, especially the innocent life she was trying to protect. Everything she’d gone through today could not be good for him or her, and Adamanta was hoping that all would be well.

Belis heard a soft hiss from her sister and questioned her, not stopping as she felt the cuffs open. She began work on the hobbit’s bindings, keeping her hands so that she looked as if she was still restrained.

“Are you all right?”

“Aching,” Adamanta admitted. “How long do you think before uncle arrives?”

The dwarf hid her smile at the certainty the hobbit held in regards to family coming to their rescue. She continued working, pondering how long it would be before an angry king showed up with an enraged Kili and company alongside him.

“I’m hoping not too much longer,” she replied in the dwarvish language that they’d been using since their capture. “Despite the injury, Gimli would have made it to the gates in under half an hour and a raven dispatched to Uncle Thorin immediately after.”

“Then we just have to hold on as long as we can until they get here,” the other female shared. “They’ll want to make sure we’re out of harm’s way when they do arrive.”

“With both of us unarmed and you heavily pregnant, that’s a certainty,” Belis told her. “We’ll have to make sure we’re well out of the way until things are safe.”

Adamanta nodded, shifting again as the ache continued to plague her. She was so very uncomfortable and wanted to be home. At that point, the woman really wanted her husband’s arms around her as he hummed or sang to ease her stress.

“Is the ache that bad?”

“Comes and goes,” she admitted. “Riding and sitting on this ground for so long hasn’t been kind to me. I think this baby is going to take after his father given how heavy he feels.”

“I hope that’s all it is,” Belis commented, seeing the worry on the other woman’s face.

“So do I because I refuse to give birth anywhere but home,” Adamanta replied, sounding stubborn. “So my husband better get his arse here soon if I’m wrong.”

The dwarrowdam nodded, working on the last cuff, and once it was done, the hobbit remained in the same position. The two waited and just after the sun began to rise, a familiar sound of an arrow striking its target was heard. Both females recognized the fletching, and the younger one gave a sigh of relief before moving as the campsite swiftly turned into a battleground.

Belis kept the small knife in hand as the two watched the battle unfold. Thanks to the surprise of the attack, the humans were unprepared and were unable to regroup to defend themselves against the enraged dwarrows.

Both women waited, quickly moving if the fight grew too near to their location. The dwarrowdam was horrified to see the leader of the villainous humans sneak up on the unprotected dark haired son of Dis. Before she could react, Adamanta had hurried to protect her husband.

The pregnant woman scooped up a sword that had been dropped from the lifeless hands of one of the men and went after the one who was maneuvering himself into the right position to hurt or even kill the one who owned her heart. She ignored the weight of the sword, which was nearly too heavy for her, and swung.

Kili turned when he heard the pained shriek of a man’s voice behind him, spotting his would-be attacker sobbing and screaming on the ground. His wife had swung hard enough to sever a limb, and she hadn’t stopped once she’d taken that. The sword whistled through the air once again, biting into flesh and bone to relieve the man of his head.

Adamanta panted, aching from the exertion, but her actions had caused the band of humans to flee. All of them were caught by the dwarves of Erebor, though only a few would live to submit to both Dwalin and Nori as the pair would do everything they could to wrangle any information the men had about the kidnapping and who was behind it.

“Adamanta?”

Blue eyes looked into the dark ones of her husband, and she dropped the sword. She took a few steps, sagging into her husband’s embrace once the strong arms of the prince wrapped themselves around her.

“Are you all right, my jewel?”

“I want to go home,” she stated, finally realizing that the pains she’d been experiencing were possibly precursors to something else. “Now please, my Kili?”

“She probably needs to see Emali,” Belis informed him after her eldest brother hugged her tightly. “The stress, being on horseback before sitting for hours on the hard ground, and now lifting a sword that was too big for a hobbit might not have done her any favors.”

Thorin, who was watching his family, nodded when he heard his niece’s words. He could see the strain on the hobbit’s face and knew that the dwarrowdam was right.

“Dwalin, Nori, end it and let’s go. We need to return to Erebor immediately. Kili, mount up.”

The youngest prince did just that, getting into the saddle and waiting as Thorin took off his coat and draped it where Adamanta would sit to give her some comfort. Once his uncle had finished, Kili watched as his wife was lifted onto the pony in front of him. He carefully braced her against his chest, hoping to get her as comfortable as possible while the others mounted their ponies too.

Belis handed Adamanta the sheathed hair ornament, giving her a wry grin as she headed to Fili’s pony. She was boosted onto the animal, wrapping her arms around her brother’s waist. Once she was assured of not being overheard, she whispered into the crown prince’s ear.

“We need to make haste; please do not let anyone offer the idea of rest,” she told him. “I have a feeling that this day may not be as dark as it began, but we need to reach Erebor as quickly as possible. Our hobbit is a stubborn one.”

Fili nodded, patting a hand that clasped his tunic, and spurred the pony into motion once Thorin had given the word to move. The ride would be a long one, and the entire group hoped that everything would be all right.

Author’s End Note - Here’s the first chapter; I’ll have the next one up in a few minutes! I hope you enjoyed it. ~ Laran
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